A Plea for Captain John Brown: Read to the citizens of Concord, Massachusetts on Sunday evening, October thirtieth, eighteen fifty-nineThoreau, Henry David
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A Plea for Captain John Brown: Read to the citizens of Concord, Massachusetts on Sunday evening, October thirtieth, eighteen fifty-nine
It was his peculiar doctrine that a man has a perfect right to
interfere by force with the slaveholder, in order to rescue the slave.
I agree with him. They who are continually shocked by slavery have some
right to be shocked by the violent death of the slaveholder, but no
others. Such will be more shocked by his life than by his death. I
shall not be forward to think him mistaken in his method who quickest
succeeds to liberate the slave. I speak for the slave when I say, that
I prefer the philanthropy of Captain Brown to that philanthropy which
neither shoots me nor liberates me. At any rate, I do not think it is
quite sane for one to spend his whole life in talking or writing about
this matter, unless he is continuously inspired, and I have not done
so. A man may have other affairs to attend to. I do not wish to kill
nor to be killed, but I can foresee circumstances in which both these
things would be by me unavoidable. We preserve the so-called peace of
our community by deeds of petty violence every day. Look at the
policeman’s billy and handcuffs! Look at the jail! Look at the gallows!
Look at the chaplain of the regiment! We are hoping only to live safely
on the outskirts of _this_ provisional army. So we defend ourselves and
our hen-roosts, and maintain slavery. I know that the mass of my
countrymen think that the only righteous use that can be made of
Sharp’s rifles and revolvers is to fight duels with them, when we are
insulted by other nations, or to hunt Indians, or shoot fugitive slaves
with them, or the like. I think that for once the Sharp’s rifles and
the revolvers were employed in a righteous cause. The tools were in the
hands of one who could use them.
The same indignation that is said to have cleared the temple once will
clear it again. The question is not about the weapon, but the spirit in
which you use it. No man has appeared in America, as yet, who loved his
fellow man so well, and treated him so tenderly. He lived for him. He
took up his life and he laid it down for him. What sort of violence is
that which is encouraged, not by soldiers, but by peaceable citizens,
not so much by laymen as by ministers of the gospel, not so much by the
fighting sects as by the Quakers, and not so much by Quaker men as by
Quaker women?
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