Prisons and Prayer; Or, a Labor of LoveWheaton, Elizabeth Ryder
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Prisons and Prayer; Or, a Labor of Love
Wheaton, Elizabeth Ryder
Evangelistic work; Prisons
I found both colored men and women in the same room and all covered
with body lice. One old colored woman was almost eaten alive with
vermin, and starving. They would not give her even a drink of water. I
gave her water and she drank a quart and begged for more. I asked her
if she would like to have me bring her something to eat. She said,
"Oh, yes, Honey." I said, "What can you eat?" She said, "A crust of
bread--I's so hungry, been hungry so long."
My heart was sick at the sights and sounds of suffering and anguish. I
told the Lord about it. All night I cried and prayed. I got up early,
got a large, fat chicken, made soup, got provisions and a couple to
help me carry the things, and went to that miserable place. I got
access to the building with my food and all got a share. I never will
forget the looks on the faces of those starving sufferers, and the
tears coursing down their wan, pale cheeks, as I and dear Mary, my
helper, fed them. One poor old white brother said he was ashamed to
have us near him.
I took along clothing for the poor old colored woman, and had to take
the scissors and cut the garment off from her, and put it in the
stove. I found the mattress decaying under her.
I told the superintendent's wife I would be a witness against her in
the day of judgment for treating the patients so cruelly. She said she
did not have help. I said the state, county or city would send help,
that that was no excuse for their starving and cruelly treating those
sick helpless invalids. The old woman and the men told me they were
compelled to live there in that one room altogether. It was terrible!
One man said he had killed vermin until he was so tired and weak he
could do no more. They said that seldom ever any one left that death
hole alive. The bodies were sold for dissection.
I went early the next morning to the judge's office to relate my
experience and ask him if something could not be done to relieve the
suffering of the patients that I found there in such a filthy
condition and in such need of care and food and water. I told him I
did not see the superintendent, Mr. V. Just at that moment a dudish
young fellow in the room arose and said, "So you did not see V. when
you went there yesterday; you see him now, don't you?" He was very
angry and said I got inside by his absence, and that he would do so
and so. The judge said angrily, "Woman, you talk too much." I said, "I
have not begun to talk yet." The two men hissed and told me to leave
the office. I had taken the precaution to take with me the sister who
was traveling with me at that time, also the young man who had helped
us to carry the clothes and provisions to the hospital the day before.
They could have corroborated my testimony but the judge was evidently
in league with the superintendent of the hospital and would not
listen.
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