African Americans; United States -- Race relations
While unlading, it had become dark. But an hour more through the
forest brought us to the outlying slums of Savannah, and then to the
“red-light district” where were music and dancing, and open doors and
windows, and the red glow of the lamp luring colored youth to lowest
pleasures; then to the grandeur and spaciousness of modern Savannah,
and the white man’s civilization, up out of Georgia, up out of the pit,
through the veil of the forest and of Nature to the serene heights of
world civilization once more.
VII
AFTER THE WAR: THE VOTE
The march to the sea, like John Brown’s soul marching to eternity, was
a moving symbol of the faith of the war. Men saw in it the march of the
cause of humanity as a whole. Sherman offered Savannah as a Christmas
gift to Abraham Lincoln, and the star of Bethlehem shone anew over a
ravaged land and ravaged hearts. The news when it came was a signal for
great popular rejoicing and a prophetic belief in the end of the war.
Four months afterward there was a general capitulation of the South.
It is true America’s most innocent and Christian man was destroyed by
hate—another Golgotha day in history, when on Good Friday in a theatre
in Washington Lincoln was assassinated—but the fight had been fought
and the victory won. It became possible to ratify the abolition of
slavery by the re-establishment of the Union and the common consent of
all the States.
“In Sixty Three the slaves were free; In Sixty Four the war was o’er,”
says a rhyme, but in truth the Negroes were not free in the South till
the South had been conquered by the United States, and the war was not
o’er till April, 1865. It was on the 24th of May, 1865, that the army
marched past the White House in its final grand review, bearing aloft
its battle-riven flags festooned with flowers. There was glory in the
North; the twilight of confusion in the South; and the Negroes were
free. Peace came once more, though not peace in men’s hearts. War hate
still bred hate, and the lust of cruelty called into being its monster
progeny of revenge.
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