Tubman vs Douglass: fight in the shadows or the spotlight?

I never lost a passenger on my railroad, Frederick—because I worked in the dark, where the slavecatcher's eye couldn't follow.

And I worked in the light, Harriet—my words in print reached men who'd never set foot on your midnight roads.

Words are fine, but I carried a pistol and a promise, and I walked the swamps myself while you filled lecture halls.

Then let the record show it, sister: you freed the hundreds by hand, and I freed the millions by making the whole world unable to look away.