Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 22, August, 1878Various
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Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 22, August, 1878
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Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- Periodicals
"No," he said gravely: "it hardened them. I have been as soft-hearted
as any man over the supposed maternal anguish of negro women, but I
assure you, old fellow, my own observation quite cured me. It may be
there are cases, such as we weep over in _Uncle Tom's Cabin_, but my
own experience shows not one. I think the custom of taking children
in infancy to put them in dozens under the care of old negresses past
work may be answerable for the indifference I have seen manifested by
negro mothers. I have known more than one case where the love of
a colored nurse for her white charge was strong as mother-love. I
remember one woman who came to me in a violent rage to ask if I could
not punish her mistress for striking her own child. The little fellow
had been naughty, and had been corrected by his mother. 'What fo' she
done slap Mars' Tom?' she asked: 'he ain't done nuffin', po' chile!'
"'Nonsense!' I said. 'The boy was naughty, and his mother boxed his
ears. Why, Chloe,' I added, 'what do _you_ mean by complaining? I
have seen you take your own baby by one leg and throw him across the
kitchen, without any regard to the stoves or kettles he might hit.'
"''Course you has,' she said coolly: 'he's allers under my feet.'
"'But you might strike his head and kill him.'
"'Well,' was the startling answer, 'he's nuffin' but a nigga.'
"And that was her own child, habitually treated with neglect and blows
by his mother, while she cried over the cruelty of slapping the white
child she had nursed. And it was not to curry favor, but from a
sincere belief that the one child should be caressed and loved, while
the other must expect knocks and blows, being 'nuffin' but a nigga.'
"One old crone told me, 'I've done had sixteen picaninnies, Mars'
Cap'n, but I nebber seed none o' dem after dey was 'bout six weeks
old. Dey was in de nussery, an' I was a rale smart cotton-picker, and
couldn't be spar'd to nuss chillen, nohow.'
"'But were you not allowed to see your own children?' I asked, as much
shocked as you would be.
"''Lowed! 'Course I was 'lowed ef I wanted to bother 'bout 'em. But
Law's sakes! dey was all mixed up 'long o' de others, an' I wa'n't
goin' fussin' 'bout some oder woman's baby, likely 'nuff.'
"Many such instances convinced me speedily that--whether from want of
natural affection or from their having been educated to indifference I
do not pretend to say--negro mothers in Mississippi had certainly no
violent affection for their own offspring.
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