Joel Chandler Harris' life of Henry W. Grady including his writings and speeches
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Joel Chandler Harris' life of Henry W. Grady including his writings and speeches
Grady, Henry Woodfin, 1850-1889
Let us send to-day a few words to the fair-minded Republicans of the
North. Here is a fundamental assertion—the negroes of the South can
never be kept in antagonism with their white neighbors—for the intimacy
and friendliness of the relation forbids. This friendliness, the most
important factor of the problem—the saving factor now as always—the
North has never, and it appears will never, take account of. It explains
that otherwise inexplicable thing—the fidelity and loyalty of the negro
during the war to the women and children left in his care. Had Uncle
Tom’s Cabin portrayed the habit rather than the exception of slavery,
the return of the Confederate armies could not have stayed the horrors
of arson and murder their departure would have invited. Instead of that,
witness the miracle of the slave in loyalty closing the fetters about
his own limbs—maintaining the families of those who fought against his
freedom—and at night on the far-off battle-field searching among the
carnage for his young master, that he might lift the dying head to his
humble breast and with rough hands wipe the blood away, and bend his
tender ear to catch the last words for the old ones at home, wrestling
meanwhile in agony and love, that in vicarious sacrifice he would have
laid down his life in his master’s stead. This friendliness, thank God,
has survived the lapse of years, the interruption of factions, and the
violence of campaigns, in which the bayonet fortified, and the drum-beat
inspired. Though unsuspected in slavery, it explains the miracle of
’64—though not yet confessed, it must explain the miracle of 1888.
Can a Northern man dealing with casual servants, querulous, sensitive,
and lodged for a day in a sphere they resent, understand the close
relations of the races of the South? Can he comprehend the open-hearted,
sympathetic negro, contented in his place, full of gossip and
comradeship, the companion of the hunt, the frolic, the furrow, and the
home, standing in kindly dependence that is the habit of his blood, and
lifting not his eyes beyond the narrow horizon that shuts him in with
his neighbors? This relation may be interrupted, but permanent
estrangement can never come between these two races. It is upon this
that the South depends. By fair dealing and by sympathy to deepen this
friendship and add thereto the moral effect of the better elements
compacted, with the wealth and intelligence and influence lodged
therein—it is this upon which the South has relied for years, and upon
which she will rest in future.
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