Bab Bab 45 · Concluding Remarks
. Concluding Remarks
The writer has often been inquired of, by correspondents from different
parts of the country, whether this narrative is a true one; and to
these inquiries she will give one general answer.
The separate incidents that compose the narrative are, to a very great
extent, authentic, occurring, many of them, either under her own
observation, or that of her personal friends. She or her friends have
observed characters the counterpart of almost all that are here
introduced; and many of the sayings are word for word as heard herself,
or reported to her.
The personal appearance of Eliza, the character ascribed to her, are
sketches drawn from life. The incorruptible fidelity, piety and
honesty, of Uncle Tom, had more than one development, to her personal
knowledge. Some of the most deeply tragic and romantic, some of the
most terrible incidents, have also their parallels in reality. The
incident of the mother’s crossing the Ohio river on the ice is a
well-known fact. The story of “old Prue,” in the second volume, was an
incident that fell under the personal observation of a brother of the
writer, then collecting-clerk to a large mercantile house, in New
Orleans. From the same source was derived the character of the planter
Legree. Of him her brother thus wrote, speaking of visiting his
plantation, on a collecting tour; “He actually made me feel of his
fist, which was like a blacksmith’s hammer, or a nodule of iron,
telling me that it was ‘calloused with knocking down niggers.’ When I
left the plantation, I drew a long breath, and felt as if I had escaped
from an ogre’s den.”
That the tragical fate of Tom, also, has too many times had its
parallel, there are living witnesses, all over our land, to testify.
Let it be remembered that in all southern states it is a principle of
jurisprudence that no person of colored lineage can testify in a suit
against a white, and it will be easy to see that such a case may occur,
wherever there is a man whose passions outweigh his interests, and a
slave who has manhood or principle enough to resist his will. There is,
actually, nothing to protect the slave’s life, but the _character_ of
the master. Facts too shocking to be contemplated occasionally force
their way to the public ear, and the comment that one often hears made
on them is more shocking than the thing itself. It is said, “Very
likely such cases may now and then occur, but they are no sample of
general practice.” If the laws of New England were so arranged that a
master could _now and then_ torture an apprentice to death, would it be
received with equal composure? Would it be said, “These cases are rare,
and no samples of general practice”? This injustice is an _inherent_
one in the slave system,—it cannot exist without it.
The public and shameless sale of beautiful mulatto and quadroon girls
has acquired a notoriety, from the incidents following the capture of
the Pearl. We extract the following from the speech of Hon. Horace
Mann, one of the legal counsel for the defendants in that case. He
says: “In that company of seventy-six persons, who attempted, in 1848,
to escape from the District of Columbia in the schooner Pearl, and
whose officers I assisted in defending, there were several young and
healthy girls, who had those peculiar attractions of form and feature
which connoisseurs prize so highly. Elizabeth Russel was one of them.
She immediately fell into the slave-trader’s fangs, and was doomed for
the New Orleans market. The hearts of those that saw her were touched
with pity for her fate. They offered eighteen hundred dollars to redeem
her; and some there were who offered to give, that would not have much
left after the gift; but the fiend of a slave-trader was inexorable.
She was despatched to New Orleans; but, when about half way there, God
had mercy on her, and smote her with death. There were two girls named
Edmundson in the same company. When about to be sent to the same
market, an older sister went to the shambles, to plead with the wretch
who owned them, for the love of God, to spare his victims. He bantered
her, telling what fine dresses and fine furniture they would have.
‘Yes,’ she said, ‘that may do very well in this life, but what will
become of them in the next?’ They too were sent to New Orleans; but
were afterwards redeemed, at an enormous ransom, and brought back.” Is
it not plain, from this, that the histories of Emmeline and Cassy may
have many counterparts?
Justice, too, obliges the author to state that the fairness of mind and
generosity attributed to St. Clare are not without a parallel, as the
following anecdote will show. A few years since, a young southern
gentleman was in Cincinnati, with a favorite servant, who had been his
personal attendant from a boy. The young man took advantage of this
opportunity to secure his own freedom, and fled to the protection of a
Quaker, who was quite noted in affairs of this kind. The owner was
exceedingly indignant. He had always treated the slave with such
indulgence, and his confidence in his affection was such, that he
believed he must have been practised upon to induce him to revolt from
him. He visited the Quaker, in high anger; but, being possessed of
uncommon candor and fairness, was soon quieted by his arguments and
representations. It was a side of the subject which he never had
heard,—never had thought on; and he immediately told the Quaker that,
if his slave would, to his own face, say that it was his desire to be
free, he would liberate him. An interview was forthwith procured, and
Nathan was asked by his young master whether he had ever had any reason
to complain of his treatment, in any respect.
“No, Mas’r,” said Nathan; “you’ve always been good to me.”
“Well, then, why do you want to leave me?”
“Mas’r may die, and then who get me?—I’d rather be a free man.”
After some deliberation, the young master replied, “Nathan, in your
place, I think I should feel very much so, myself. You are free.”
He immediately made him out free papers; deposited a sum of money in
the hands of the Quaker, to be judiciously used in assisting him to
start in life, and left a very sensible and kind letter of advice to
the young man. That letter was for some time in the writer’s hands.
The author hopes she has done justice to that nobility, generosity, and
humanity, which in many cases characterize individuals at the South.
Such instances save us from utter despair of our kind. But, she asks
any person, who knows the world, are such characters _common_,
anywhere?
For many years of her life, the author avoided all reading upon or
allusion to the subject of slavery, considering it as too painful to be
inquired into, and one which advancing light and civilization would
certainly live down. But, since the legislative act of 1850, when she
heard, with perfect surprise and consternation, Christian and humane
people actually recommending the remanding escaped fugitives into
slavery, as a duty binding on good citizens,—when she heard, on all
hands, from kind, compassionate and estimable people, in the free
states of the North, deliberations and discussions as to what Christian
duty could be on this head,—she could only think, These men and
Christians cannot know what slavery is; if they did, such a question
could never be open for discussion. And from this arose a desire to
exhibit it in a _living dramatic reality_. She has endeavored to show
it fairly, in its best and its worst phases. In its _best_ aspect, she
has, perhaps, been successful; but, oh! who shall say what yet remains
untold in that valley and shadow of death, that lies the other side?
To you, generous, noble-minded men and women, of the South,—you, whose
virtue, and magnanimity and purity of character, are the greater for
the severer trial it has encountered,—to you is her appeal. Have you
not, in your own secret souls, in your own private conversings, felt
that there are woes and evils, in this accursed system, far beyond what
are here shadowed, or can be shadowed? Can it be otherwise? Is _man_
ever a creature to be trusted with wholly irresponsible power? And does
not the slave system, by denying the slave all legal right of
testimony, make every individual owner an irresponsible despot? Can
anybody fail to make the inference what the practical result will be?
If there is, as we admit, a public sentiment among you, men of honor,
justice and humanity, is there not also another kind of public
sentiment among the ruffian, the brutal and debased? And cannot the
ruffian, the brutal, the debased, by slave law, own just as many slaves
as the best and purest? Are the honorable, the just, the high-minded
and compassionate, the majority anywhere in this world?
The slave-trade is now, by American law, considered as piracy. But a
slave-trade, as systematic as ever was carried on on the coast of
Africa, is an inevitable attendant and result of American slavery. And
its heart-break and its horrors, can they be told?
The writer has given only a faint shadow, a dim picture, of the anguish
and despair that are, at this very moment, riving thousands of hearts,
shattering thousands of families, and driving a helpless and sensitive
race to frenzy and despair. There are those living who know the mothers
whom this accursed traffic has driven to the murder of their children;
and themselves seeking in death a shelter from woes more dreaded than
death. Nothing of tragedy can be written, can be spoken, can be
conceived, that equals the frightful reality of scenes daily and hourly
acting on our shores, beneath the shadow of American law, and the
shadow of the cross of Christ.
And now, men and women of America, is this a thing to be trifled with,
apologized for, and passed over in silence? Farmers of Massachusetts,
of New Hampshire, of Vermont, of Connecticut, who read this book by the
blaze of your winter-evening fire,—strong-hearted, generous sailors and
ship-owners of Maine,—is this a thing for you to countenance and
encourage? Brave and generous men of New York, farmers of rich and
joyous Ohio, and ye of the wide prairie states,—answer, is this a thing
for you to protect and countenance? And you, mothers of America,—you
who have learned, by the cradles of your own children, to love and feel
for all mankind,—by the sacred love you bear your child; by your joy in
his beautiful, spotless infancy; by the motherly pity and tenderness
with which you guide his growing years; by the anxieties of his
education; by the prayers you breathe for his soul’s eternal good;—I
beseech you, pity the mother who has all your affections, and not one
legal right to protect, guide, or educate, the child of her bosom! By
the sick hour of your child; by those dying eyes, which you can never
forget; by those last cries, that wrung your heart when you could
neither help nor save; by the desolation of that empty cradle, that
silent nursery,—I beseech you, pity those mothers that are constantly
made childless by the American slave-trade! And say, mothers of
America, is this a thing to be defended, sympathized with, passed over
in silence?
Do you say that the people of the free state have nothing to do with
it, and can do nothing? Would to God this were true! But it is not
true. The people of the free states have defended, encouraged, and
participated; and are more guilty for it, before God, than the South,
in that they have not the apology of education or custom.
If the mothers of the free states had all felt as they should, in times
past, the sons of the free states would not have been the holders, and,
proverbially, the hardest masters of slaves; the sons of the free
states would not have connived at the extension of slavery, in our
national body; the sons of the free states would not, as they do, trade
the souls and bodies of men as an equivalent to money, in their
mercantile dealings. There are multitudes of slaves temporarily owned,
and sold again, by merchants in northern cities; and shall the whole
guilt or obloquy of slavery fall only on the South?
Northern men, northern mothers, northern Christians, have something
more to do than denounce their brethren at the South; they have to look
to the evil among themselves.
But, what can any individual do? Of that, every individual can judge.
There is one thing that every individual can do,—they can see to it
that _they feel right_. An atmosphere of sympathetic influence
encircles every human being; and the man or woman who _feels_ strongly,
healthily and justly, on the great interests of humanity, is a constant
benefactor to the human race. See, then, to your sympathies in this
matter! Are they in harmony with the sympathies of Christ? or are they
swayed and perverted by the sophistries of worldly policy?
Christian men and women of the North! still further,—you have another
power; you can _pray!_ Do you believe in prayer? or has it become an
indistinct apostolic tradition? You pray for the heathen abroad; pray
also for the heathen at home. And pray for those distressed Christians
whose whole chance of religious improvement is an accident of trade and
sale; from whom any adherence to the morals of Christianity is, in many
cases, an impossibility, unless they have given them, from above, the
courage and grace of martyrdom.
But, still more. On the shores of our free states are emerging the
poor, shattered, broken remnants of families,—men and women, escaped,
by miraculous providences from the surges of slavery,—feeble in
knowledge, and, in many cases, infirm in moral constitution, from a
system which confounds and confuses every principle of Christianity and
morality. They come to seek a refuge among you; they come to seek
education, knowledge, Christianity.
What do you owe to these poor unfortunates, oh Christians? Does not
every American Christian owe to the African race some effort at
reparation for the wrongs that the American nation has brought upon
them? Shall the doors of churches and school-houses be shut upon them?
Shall states arise and shake them out? Shall the church of Christ hear
in silence the taunt that is thrown at them, and shrink away from the
helpless hand that they stretch out; and, by her silence, encourage the
cruelty that would chase them from our borders? If it must be so, it
will be a mournful spectacle. If it must be so, the country will have
reason to tremble, when it remembers that the fate of nations is in the
hands of One who is very pitiful, and of tender compassion.
Do you say, “We don’t want them here; let them go to Africa”?
That the providence of God has provided a refuge in Africa, is, indeed,
a great and noticeable fact; but that is no reason why the church of
Christ should throw off that responsibility to this outcast race which
her profession demands of her.
To fill up Liberia with an ignorant, inexperienced, half-barbarized
race, just escaped from the chains of slavery, would be only to
prolong, for ages, the period of struggle and conflict which attends
the inception of new enterprises. Let the church of the north receive
these poor sufferers in the spirit of Christ; receive them to the
educating advantages of Christian republican society and schools, until
they have attained to somewhat of a moral and intellectual maturity,
and then assist them in their passage to those shores, where they may
put in practice the lessons they have learned in America.
There is a body of men at the north, comparatively small, who have been
doing this; and, as the result, this country has already seen examples
of men, formerly slaves, who have rapidly acquired property,
reputation, and education. Talent has been developed, which,
considering the circumstances, is certainly remarkable; and, for moral
traits of honesty, kindness, tenderness of feeling,—for heroic efforts
and self-denials, endured for the ransom of brethren and friends yet in
slavery,—they have been remarkable to a degree that, considering the
influence under which they were born, is surprising.
The writer has lived, for many years, on the frontier-line of slave
states, and has had great opportunities of observation among those who
formerly were slaves. They have been in her family as servants; and, in
default of any other school to receive them, she has, in many cases,
had them instructed in a family school, with her own children. She has
also the testimony of missionaries, among the fugitives in Canada, in
coincidence with her own experience; and her deductions, with regard to
the capabilities of the race, are encouraging in the highest degree.
The first desire of the emancipated slave, generally, is for
_education_. There is nothing that they are not willing to give or do
to have their children instructed, and, so far as the writer has
observed herself, or taken the testimony of teachers among them, they
are remarkably intelligent and quick to learn. The results of schools,
founded for them by benevolent individuals in Cincinnati, fully
establish this.
The author gives the following statement of facts, on the authority of
Professor C. E. Stowe, then of Lane Seminary, Ohio, with regard to
emancipated slaves, now resident in Cincinnati; given to show the
capability of the race, even without any very particular assistance or
encouragement.
The initial letters alone are given. They are all residents of
Cincinnati.
“B——. Furniture maker; twenty years in the city; worth ten thousand
dollars, all his own earnings; a Baptist.
“C——. Full black; stolen from Africa; sold in New Orleans; been free
fifteen years; paid for himself six hundred dollars; a farmer; owns
several farms in Indiana; Presbyterian; probably worth fifteen or
twenty thousand dollars, all earned by himself.
“K——. Full black; dealer in real estate; worth thirty thousand dollars;
about forty years old; free six years; paid eighteen hundred dollars
for his family; member of the Baptist church; received a legacy from
his master, which he has taken good care of, and increased.
“G——. Full black; coal dealer; about thirty years old; worth eighteen
thousand dollars; paid for himself twice, being once defrauded to the
amount of sixteen hundred dollars; made all his money by his own
efforts—much of it while a slave, hiring his time of his master, and
doing business for himself; a fine, gentlemanly fellow.
“W——. Three-fourths black; barber and waiter; from Kentucky; nineteen
years free; paid for self and family over three thousand dollars;
deacon in the Baptist church.
“G. D——. Three-fourths black; white-washer; from Kentucky; nine years
free; paid fifteen hundred dollars for self and family; recently died,
aged sixty; worth six thousand dollars.”
Professor Stowe says, “With all these, except G——, I have been, for
some years, personally acquainted, and make my statements from my own
knowledge.”
The writer well remembers an aged colored woman, who was employed as a
washerwoman in her father’s family. The daughter of this woman married
a slave. She was a remarkably active and capable young woman, and, by
her industry and thrift, and the most persevering self-denial, raised
nine hundred dollars for her husband’s freedom, which she paid, as she
raised it, into the hands of his master. She yet wanted a hundred
dollars of the price, when he died. She never recovered any of the
money.
These are but few facts, among multitudes which might be adduced, to
show the self-denial, energy, patience, and honesty, which the slave
has exhibited in a state of freedom.
And let it be remembered that these individuals have thus bravely
succeeded in conquering for themselves comparative wealth and social
position, in the face of every disadvantage and discouragement. The
colored man, by the law of Ohio, cannot be a voter, and, till within a
few years, was even denied the right of testimony in legal suits with
the white. Nor are these instances confined to the State of Ohio. In
all states of the Union we see men, but yesterday burst from the
shackles of slavery, who, by a self-educating force, which cannot be
too much admired, have risen to highly respectable stations in society.
Pennington, among clergymen, Douglas and Ward, among editors, are well
known instances.
If this persecuted race, with every discouragement and disadvantage,
have done thus much, how much more they might do if the Christian
church would act towards them in the spirit of her Lord!
This is an age of the world when nations are trembling and convulsed. A
mighty influence is abroad, surging and heaving the world, as with an
earthquake. And is America safe? Every nation that carries in its bosom
great and unredressed injustice has in it the elements of this last
convulsion.
For what is this mighty influence thus rousing in all nations and
languages those groanings that cannot be uttered, for man’s freedom and
equality?
O, Church of Christ, read the signs of the times! Is not this power the
spirit of Him whose kingdom is yet to come, and whose will to be done
on earth as it is in heaven?
But who may abide the day of his appearing? “for that day shall burn as
an oven: and he shall appear as a swift witness against those that
oppress the hireling in his wages, the widow and the fatherless, and
that _turn aside the stranger in his right_: and he shall break in
pieces the oppressor.”
Are not these dread words for a nation bearing in her bosom so mighty
an injustice? Christians! every time that you pray that the kingdom of
Christ may come, can you forget that prophecy associates, in dread
fellowship, the _day of vengeance_ with the year of his redeemed?
A day of grace is yet held out to us. Both North and South have been
guilty before God; and the _Christian church_ has a heavy account to
answer. Not by combining together, to protect injustice and cruelty,
and making a common capital of sin, is this Union to be saved,—but by
repentance, justice and mercy; for, not surer is the eternal law by
which the millstone sinks in the ocean, than that stronger law, by
which injustice and cruelty shall bring on nations the wrath of
Almighty God!
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