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There was once a slave ... : $b The heroic story of Frederick Douglass
Du Bois, Shirley Graham
Douglass, Frederick, 1818-1895
They were the boys who would have to drag their broken bodies across
stubble fields, who would lie like filthy, grotesque rag dolls in the
mud. They were the girls who would be childless or widowed or old
before their lives had bloomed.
“It’s been wonderful here, Miss Amelia.” Douglas held her hand in
parting.
“I’ve been proud to have you, Frederick.” Her blue eyes looked up into
his, and Douglass saw her tears.
He stooped and kissed her on the soft, withered cheek.
* * * * *
They said the war was inevitable. Madmen cannot hear words of reason.
On only one thing was Lincoln unswerving--to preserve the Union. As
concession after concession was made, it became more and more evident
that this was what the slaveholders did not want. They were sick to
death of the Union! In Georgia, Tennessee, North Carolina and Virginia
white men struggled against the octopus of slavery. They did all they
could to prevent the break. But the slavers had control--they had the
power, they had the money, and they had the slaves.
So there was war, and slaves were set to digging ditches and building
barricades.
From the beginning Frederick Douglass saw in the war the end of
slavery. Much happened the first two years to shake his faith.
Secretary of State William Seward instructed United States ministers
to say to the governments where they were stationed that “terminate
however it might, the status of no class of the people of the United
States would be changed by the rebellion; slaves will be slaves still,
and masters will be masters still.” General McClellan and General
Butler warned the slaves in advance that “if any attempt was made by
them to gain their freedom it would be suppressed with an iron hand.”
Douglass grew sick with despair when President Lincoln quickly withdrew
the emancipation proclamation made by General John C. Frémont in
Missouri. Union soldiers were even stationed about the farmhouses of
Virginia to guard the masters and help them hold their slaves.
The war was not going well. In the _North Star_ and from the platform,
Douglass reminded the North that it was fighting with one hand only,
when it might strike effectually with two. The Northern states fought
with their soft white hand, while they kept their black iron hand
chained and helpless behind them. They fought the effect while they
protected the cause. The Union would never prosper in the war until the
Negro was enlisted, Douglass said.
On every side they howled him down.
“Give the blacks arms, and loyal men of the North will throw down their
guns and go home!”
“This is the white man’s country and the white man’s war!”
“It would inflict an intolerable wound upon the pride and spirit of
white soldiers to see niggers in the United States uniform.”
“Anyhow, niggers won’t fight--the crack of his old master’s whip will
send him scampering in terror from the field.”
They made jokes about it.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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