Hanover; Or The Persecution of the Lowly: A Story of the Wilmington Massacre.Thorne, Jack
History
Hanover; Or The Persecution of the Lowly: A Story of the Wilmington Massacre.
Thorne, Jack
African Americans -- North Carolina -- Wilmington -- Fiction; Wilmington (N.C.) -- History -- Fiction
demselfs in office dem Dutchmen kin go, po bocras kin go, dey cares
noddings fur yo when dey wus rich. Now dey air po as Job's turkey, dey
wants us Dutchmans an po bocras to dhrive oud our meat an' bread so dey
kin demselfs git fat at de public crib. But I tells you dis: Schults
will haft nodding to do mit dem. I stays in mine house, mine house is
mine castle, and ef dey wants me let dem cum to mine house, by dams I
fills dem full uv lead; yo kin put dat in yo pipe and shmoke id." George
Howe arose, yawned, then slowly walked to the door, turned, dropped his
under jaw and stared again at Schults, who had resumed his work about
the store. "Didn't mean ter hurt yer feelings, Schults, but ter put yer
on yer giard, that unless you jine em dey air goin' ter do yo." George
stepped out upon the walk, drew forth his jewsharp and sauntered up the
street, twanking upon it as he went.
The German to the Southern Negro has been and is what the Jew is to the
Russian peasant--the storekeeper, the barterer. The German citizen has
never been a manufacturer or a farmer; he is in no business that gives
extensive employment to wage earners. But, as a corner grocer, he lays
for the Negro as he goes to and from his toil, and, with cheap wares and
bad whisky, he grows fat upon his unwary customer. The German usually
comes to this country poor, enters small towns, and, by the aid of other
older residents of his nation who have already grown prosperous, he goes
into business on a small scale--grocery business as a rule. He begins in
a one-story structure, one-half devoted to business, while in the other
he lives. These little stores were never without their indispensable
liquor departments, where the trader was invited to refresh himself
after paying his weekly grocery bill.
Before the war the South's best people had no use for the German
emigrant, and did everything in their power to discourage his living
among them. If the slave returned home to his master under the influence
of liquor, the master in many instances went and cowhided the seller.
The flogging of the Negro did not keep him from returning to the German
to trade, and the German prospered, and to-day is among the foremost
property owners in the South. I do not exaggerate when I say that the
German's wealth has come to him solely through Negro patronage; not even
to-day does the people known as the best people trade with Germans.
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