one is offended.

No delicate nose grows deformed in my presence. I find no
difficulty here in obtaining admission into any place of worship,
instruction, or amusement, on equal terms with people as white as
any I ever saw in the United States. I meet nothing to remind me
of my complexion. I find myself regarded and treated at every
turn with the kindness and deference paid to white people. When I
go to church, I am met by no upturned nose and scornful lip to
tell me, '_We don't allow niggers in here!_'

"I remember, about two years ago, there was in Boston, near the
south-west corner of Boston Common, a menagerie. I had long
desired to see such a collection as I understood was being
exhibited there. Never having had an opportunity while a slave, I
resolved to seize this, my first, since my escape. I went, and as
I approached the entrance to gain admission, I was met and told
by the door-keeper, in a harsh and contemptuous tone, '_We don't
allow niggers in here!_' I also remember attending a revival
meeting in the Rev. Henry Jackson's meeting-house, at New
Bedford, and going up the broad aisle to find a seat, I was met
by a good deacon, who told me, in a pious tone, '_We don't allow
niggers in here!_' Soon after my arrival in New Bedford, from the
South, I had a strong desire to attend the Lyceum, but was told,
'_They don't allow niggers in here!_' While passing from New York
to Boston, on the steamer 'Massachusetts,' on the night of the
9th of December, 1843, when chilled almost through with the cold,
I went into the cabin to get a little warm. I was soon touched
upon the shoulder, and told, '_We don't allow niggers in here!_'
On arriving in Boston, from an anti-slavery tour, hungry and
tired, I went into an eating-house, near my friend, Mr.
Campbell's, to get some refreshments. I was met by a lad in a
white apron, '_We don't allow niggers in here!_' A week or two
before leaving the United States, I had a meeting appointed at
Weymouth, the home of that glorious band of true abolitionists,
the Weston family, and others. On attempting to take a seat in
the omnibus to that place, I was told by the driver (and I never
shall forget his fiendish hate), '_I don't allow niggers in
here!_' Thank heaven for the respite I now enjoy! I had been in