"No, God don't kare for black folks."
"What did young master tell you about that? Did he not say God loved all His creatures alike?"
"Yes, but black folks aint God's critters."
"Yes, they are, just as much as white people."
"No dey aint."
"Oh, Amy, I wish I could make you understand how it is."
"You kant make me belieb dat ar' way, no how you can fix it. God don't kare what a comes ob niggers; an' I is glad he don't, kase when I dies, I'll jist lay down and rot like de worms, and dere wont be no white folks to 'buse me."
"No, there will be no white folks to abuse you in heaven; but God and His angels will love you, if you will do well and try to get there."
"I don't want to go ther, for God is one of the white people, and, in course, he'd beat de niggers."