Up from Slavery: An AutobiographyWashington, Booker T.
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Up from Slavery: An Autobiography
Washington, Booker T.
African Americans -- Biography; Educators -- United States -- Biography; Tuskegee Institute; Washington, Booker T., 1856-1915
I reached Tuskegee, as I have said, early in June, 1881. The first
month I spent in finding accommodations for the school, and in
travelling through Alabama, examining into the actual life of the
people, especially in the court districts, and in getting the school
advertised among the class of people that I wanted to have attend it.
The most of my travelling was done over the country roads, with a mule
and a cart or a mule and a buggy wagon for conveyance. I ate and slept
with the people, in their little cabins. I saw their farms, their
schools, their churches. Since, in the case of the most of these
visits, there had been no notice given in advance that a stranger was
expected, I had the advantage of seeing the real, everyday life of the
people.
In the plantation districts I found that, as a rule, the whole family
slept in one room, and that in addition to the immediate family there
sometimes were relatives, or others not related to the family, who
slept in the same room. On more than one occasion I went outside the
house to get ready for bed, or to wait until the family had gone to
bed. They usually contrived some kind of a place for me to sleep,
either on the floor or in a special part of another’s bed. Rarely was
there any place provided in the cabin where one could bathe even the
face and hands, but usually some provision was made for this outside
the house, in the yard.
The common diet of the people was fat pork and corn bread. At times I
have eaten in cabins where they had only corn bread and “black-eye
peas” cooked in plain water. The people seemed to have no other idea
than to live on this fat meat and corn bread,—the meat, and the meal of
which the bread was made, having been bought at a high price at a store
in town, notwithstanding the fact that the land all about the cabin
homes could easily have been made to produce nearly every kind of
garden vegetable that is raised anywhere in the country. Their one
object seemed to be to plant nothing but cotton; and in many cases
cotton was planted up to the very door of the cabin.
In these cabin homes I often found sewing-machines which had been
bought, or were being bought, on instalments, frequently at a cost of
as much as sixty dollars, or showy clocks for which the occupants of
the cabins had paid twelve or fourteen dollars. I remember that on one
occasion when I went into one of these cabins for dinner, when I sat
down to the table for a meal with the four members of the family, I
noticed that, while there were five of us at the table, there was but
one fork for the five of us to use. Naturally there was an awkward
pause on my part. In the opposite corner of that same cabin was an
organ for which the people told me they were paying sixty dollars in
monthly instalments. One fork, and a sixty-dollar organ!
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