Educational laws of Virginia : $b The personal narrative of Mrs. Margaret Douglass, a southern woman, who was imprisoned for one month in the common jail of Norfolk, under the laws of Virginia, for the crime of teaching free colored children to readDouglass, Margaret Crittenden
History
Educational laws of Virginia : $b The personal narrative of Mrs. Margaret Douglass, a southern woman, who was imprisoned for one month in the common jail of Norfolk, under the laws of Virginia, for the crime of teaching free colored children to read
Douglass, Margaret Crittenden
African Americans -- Education -- Virginia; Douglass, Margaret Crittenden, 1822-
The decision admits that the enactment under which I suffered was
not to be found in the original code of Virginia, but the result of
the experience and wisdom of the later inhabitants of that State.
Certainly, the framers of the original laws of the old Commonwealth
were men of too much sense and foresight, too Christian, too civilized,
too human, to incorporate such a disgraceful law into their rules
of government. That task was left to their degenerate sons of the
present decade, and even then it could not be accomplished until
eighty thousand of them had returned into that mental obscurity that
characterized the dark ages. The law, on its very face, indicates that
it was not the offspring of men of intelligence or common prudence.
Any law declaring that any portion of human beings shall be denied
the benefits of education, must spring from ignorance and error, and
must inevitably lead to the same results universally. The defender of
such a law voluntarily classes himself with those who made it, and
those against whom it especially operates. Such a man is the Honorable
Richard H. Baker.
The next paragraph of this venerable decision is so strangely
constructed that I hardly know what to say of it. The Judge literally
foams at the mouth and presents sad symptoms of hydrophobia. The
expressions “Northern incendiaries,” “anti-slavery fury,” “inflammatory
documents,” “cut-throats,” “Northern fanatics,” “anti-slavery
nonsense,” &c., make up the entire paragraph. His Honor grows pale
over a poor little inoffensive piece of muslin, with a picture upon it
which he denominates “frightful.” He succeeds in working himself into a
perfect fury, and about what? With nothing that I can see with which I,
or the question before him, had anything to do. _I_ was not a Northern
incendiary or fanatic, nor did I distribute any inflammatory documents
or anti-slavery nonsense. I was a Southern woman, in every sense of the
word, and he knew it. I used no books, except the Bible, or those which
illustrated it, and he knew this also. The only escape for his honor is
that he denounces the Bible as an inflammatory or incendiary document,
and as such must not be taught to the slaves.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account