“Look, gentlemen,” Douglas responded carefully, glancing around the bar to make eye contact with each of the men. “I come from Liverpool. I was not raised with slaves. It’s not what I know or need. What the rest of you do, that’s your business. Why should I care when it’s your rice and cotton that keep my boats loaded with cargo? You people do your business, and I’ll do mine. I am a Southerner now, and I stand with you all as my neighbors.”
A reasonable argument about adhering to the practice of slavery or not as one might decide. These southerners will want more.
