THE following is the unpretending narrative of the life of a
remarkable and meritorious woman–a life which has been checkered by
strange vicissitudes, severe hardships, and singular adventures.
Born a slave, and held in that brutal condition until the entire
abolition of slavery in the State of New York in 1827, she has
known what it is to drink to the dregs the bitterest cup of human
degradation. That one thus placed on a level with cattle and swine,
and for so many years subjected to the most demoralizing
influences, should have retained her moral integrity to such an
extent, and cherished so successfully the religious sentiment in
her soul, shows a mind of no common order, while it heightens the
detestation that is felt in every humane bosom, of that system of
oppression which seeks to cripple the intellect, impair the
understanding, and deprave the hearts of its victims–a system which
has subjected to its own foul purposes, in the United States, all
that is wealthy, talented, influential, and reputedly pious, in an
overwhelming measure!
O the 'fantastic tricks' which the American people are 'playing
before high Heaven!' O their profane use of the sacred name of
Liberty! O their impious appeal to the God of the oppressed, for
his divine benediction while they are making merchandise of his
image! Do they not blush? Nay, they glory in their shame! Once a
year they take special pains to exhibit themselves to the world in
all their republican deformity and Christian barbarity, insanely
supposing that they thus excite the envy, admiration and applause
of mankind. The nations are looking at the dreadful spectacle with
disgust and amazement. However sunken and degraded they may be,
they are too elevated, too virtuous, too humane to be guilty of
such conduct. Their voice is heard, saying–'Americans! we hear your
boasts of liberty, your shouts of independence, your declarations
of hostility to every form of tyranny, your assertions that all men
are created free and equal, and endowed by their Creator with an
inalienable right to liberty, the merry peal of your bells, and the
deafening roar of your artillery; but, mingling with all these, and
rising above them all, we also hear the clanking of chains! the
shrieks and wailings of millions of your own countrymen, whom you
wickedly hold in a state of slavery as much more frightful than the
oppression which your fathers resisted unto blood, as the tortures
of the Inquisition surpass the stings of an insect! We see your
banner floating proudly in the breeze from every flag-staff and
mast-head in the land; but its blood-red stripes are emblematical
of your own slave-driving cruelty, as you apply the lash to the
flesh of your guiltless victim, even the flesh of a wife and
mother, shrieking for the restoration of the babe of her bosom,
sold to the remorseless slave speculator! We catch the gleam of
your illuminated hills, everywhere blazing with bonfires; we mark
your gay processions; we note the number of your orators; we listen
to the recital of your revolutionary achievements; we see you
kneeling at the shrine of Freedom, as her best, her truest, her
sincerest worshippers! Hypocrites! liars! adulterers! tyrants!
men-stealers! atheists! Professing to believe in the natural
equality of the human race–yet dooming a sixth portion of your
immense population to beastly servitude, and ranking them among
your goods and chattels! Professing to believe in the existence of
a God–yet trading in his image, and selling those in the shambles
for whose redemption the Son of God laid down his life! Professing
to be Christians–yet withholding the Bible, the means of religious
instruction, even the knowledge of the alphabet, from a benighted
multitude, under terrible penalties! Boasting of your democracy–yet
determining the rights of men by the texture of their hair and the
color of their skin! Assuming to be 'the land of the free and the
home of the brave,–yet keeping in chains more slaves than any other
nation, not excepting slave-cursed Brazil! Prating of your morality
and honesty–yet denying the rites of marriage to three millions of
human beings, and plundering them of all their hard earnings!
Affecting to be horror-struck in view of the foreign
slave-trade–yet eagerly pursuing a domestic traffic equally cruel
and unnatural, and reducing to slavery not less than seventy
thousand new victims annually! Vaunting of your freedom of speech
and of the press–your matchless Constitution and your glorious
Union–yet denouncing as traitors, and treating as outlaws, those
who have the courage and fidelity to plead for immediate,
untrammelled, universal emancipation! Monsters that ye are! how can
ye expect to escape the scorn of the world, and the wrath of
Heaven? Emancipate your slaves, if you would redeem your tarnished
character–if you would obtain forgiveness here, and salvation
hereafter! Until you do so, "there will be a stain upon your
national escutcheon, which all the waters of the Atlantic cannot
wash out!"'
It is thus that, as a people, we are justly subjected to the
reproach, the execration, the derision of mankind, and are made a
proverb and a hissing among the nations. We cannot plead not
guilty; every accusation that is registered against us is true; the
act of violence is in our hands; the stolen property is in our
possession; our fingers are stained with blood; the cup of our
iniquity is full.
'Just God! and shall we calmly rest,
The Christian's scorn–the Heathen's mirth–
Content to live the lingering jest
And by-word of a mocking earth?
Shall our own glorious land retain
That curse which Europe scorns to bear?
Shall our own brethren drag the chain,
Which not even Russia's menials wear?'
It is useless, it is dreadful, it is impious for this nation
longer to contend with the Almighty. All his attributes are against
us, and on the side of the oppressed. Is it not a fearful thing to
fall into the hands of the living God? Who may abide the day of his
coming, and who shall stand when he appeareth as 'a swift witness
against the adulterers, and against false swearers, and against
those that oppress the hireling in his wages, the widow, and the
fatherless, and that turn aside the stranger from his right?' Wo to
this bloody land! it is all full of lies and robbery–the prey
departeth not, and the sound of a whip is heard continually.
'Judgment is turned away backward, and justice standeth afar off:
for truth is fallen in the street, and equity cannot enter. Yea,
truth faileth; and he that departeth from evil, maketh
himself a prey. The Lord sees it, and is displeased that
there is no judgment; and he hath put on the garments of vengeance
for clothing, and is clad with zeal as a cloak,–and, unless we
repent by immediately undoing the heavy burdens and letting the
oppressed go free, according to our deeds, accordingly he will
repay, fury to his adversaries, recompense to his enemies. 'The
Lord executeth righteousness and judgment for all that are
oppressed.' 'O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good: for his
mercy endureth for ever. To him that smote Egypt in their
first-born: for his mercy endureth for ever. And overthrew Pharaoh
and his hosts in the Red sea: for his mercy endureth for ever.'
'Sing unto the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously: the horse
and his rider hath he thrown into the sea. Thou didst blow with thy
wind, the sea covered them: they sank as lead in the mighty
waters.' 'Even so, Lord God Almighty, for so it seemeth good in thy
sight.' 'Who is like unto thee, O Lord, among the gods? who is like
thee, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders?'
In this great contest of Right against Wrong, of Liberty against
Slavery, who are the wicked, if they be not those, who, like
vultures and vampyres, are gorging themselves with human blood? if
they be not the plunderers of the poor, the spoilers of the
defenceless, the traffickers in 'slaves and the souls of men?' Who
are the cowards, if not those who shrink from manly argumentation,
the light of truth, the concussion of mind, and a fair field? if
not those whose prowess, stimulated by whiskey potations, or the
spirit of murder, grows rampant as the darkness of night
approaches; whose shouts and yells are savage and fiend-like; who
furiously exclaim, 'Down with free discussion! down with the
liberty of the press! down with the right of petition! down with
constitutional law!'–who rifle mail-bags, throw types and
printing-presses into the river, burn public halls dedicated to
'Virtue, Liberty and Independence' and assassinate the defenders of
inalienable human rights? And who are the righteous, in this case,
if they be not those who will 'have no fellowship with the
unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them;' who
maintain that the laborer is worthy of his hire, that the marriage
institution is sacred, that slavery is a system accursed of God,
that tyrants are the enemies of mankind, and that immediate
emancipation should be given to all who are pining in bondage! Who
are the truly brave, if not those who demand for truth and error
alike, free speech, a free press, in open arena, the right of
petition, AND NO QUARTERS? if not those, who, instead of skulking
from the light, stand forth in the noon-tide blaze of day, and
challenge their opponents to emerge from their wolf-like dens,
that, by a rigid examination, it may be seen who has stolen the
wedge of gold, in whose pocket are the thirty pieces of silver, and
whose garments are stained with the blood of innocence?
It is hoped that the perusal of the following Narrative may
increase the sympathy that is felt for the suffering colored
population of this country, and inspire to renewed efforts for the
liberation of all who are pining in bondage on the American
soil.