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There is no
doubt in my mind: this institution degraded both master and slave. - Jonah
From Eyewitness to History edited
by John Carey
American
Slavery: Sale of Slaves, Virginia, December 1846
We attended
a sale of land and other property, near Petersburg, Virginia, and unexpectedly
saw slaves sold at public auction. The slaves were told they would not be sold,
and were collected in front of the quarters, gazing on the assembled multitude.
The land being sold, the auctioneer's loud voice was heard, 'Bring up the
niggers!'
A shade of
astonishment and affright passed over their faces, as they stared first at each
other, and then at the crowd of purchasers, whose attention was now directed to
them. When the horrible truth was revealed to their minds that they were to be
sold, and nearest relations and friends parted for ever, the effect was
indescribably agonizing.
Women
snatched up their babes, and ran screaming into the huts. Children hid behind
the huts and trees, and the men stood in mute despair. The auctioneer stood on
the portico of the house, and the 'men and boys' were ranging in the yard for
inspection. it was announced that no warranty of soundness was given, and
purchasers must examine for themselves. A few old men were sold at prices from
thirteen to twenty-five dollars, and it was painful to see old men, bowed with
years of toil and suffering, stand up to be the jest of brutal tyrants, and to
hear them tell their disease and worthlessness, fearing that they would be
bought by traders for the Southern market.
A white boy,
about fifteen years old, was placed on the stand. His hair was brown and
straight, his skin exactly the same hue as other white persons, and no
discernible trace of negro features in his countenance. Some vulgar jests were
passed on his colour, and two hundred dollars were bid for him; but the
audience said 'that it was not enough to begin on for such a likely young
nigger'. Several remarked that they 'would not have him as a gift'. Some said a
white nigger was more trouble than he was worth. One man said it was wrong to
sell white people. I asked him if it was more wrong than to sell black people.
He made no reply. Before he was sold, his mother rushed from the house upon the
portico, crying, in frantic grief, “My son, O! my boy, they will take away my
dear - .” Here her voice was lost, as she was rudely pushed back and the door
closed. The sale was not for a moment interrupted, and none of the crowd
appeared to be in the least affected by the scene.
The poor
boy, afraid to cry before so many strangers, who showed no signs of sympathy or
pity, trembled, and wiped the tears from his checks with his sleeves. He was
sold for about two hundred and fifty dollars. During the sale, the quarters
resounded with cries and lamentations that made my heart ache. A woman was next
called by name. She gave her infant one wild embrace before leaving it with an
old woman, and hastened mechanically to obey the call; but stopped, threw her
arms aloft, screamed, and was unable to move.
One of my
companions touched my shoulder and said, 'Come, let us leave here; I can bear
no more.' We left the ground. The man who drove our carriage from Petersburg
had two sons who belonged to the estate - small boys. He obtained a promise
that they should not be sold. He was asked if they were his only children; he
answered; “All that's left of eight.” Three others had been sold to the South,
and he would never see or hear from them again.
American
Slavery: Punishment of a Female Slave, New Orleans, c. 1846
The author,
Samuel Gridley Howe, was a leading American educator, and a pioneer in the
education of blind and handicapped children.
I have
passed ten days in New Orleans, not unprofitably, I trust, in examining the
public institutions - the schools, asylums, hospitals, prisons, etc. With the
exception of the first, there is little hope of amelioration. I know not how
much merit there may be in their system; but I do know that, in the
administration of the penal code, there are abominations which should bring
down the fate of Sodom upon the city. If Howard or Mrs Fry ever discovered so
ill-administered a den of thieves as the New Orleans prison, they never described
it.
In the
negroes' apartment I saw much which made me blush that I was a white man, and
which, for a moment, stirred up an evil spirit in my animal nature. Entering a
large paved courtyard, around which ran galleries filled with slaves of all ages,
sexes, and colours, I heard the snap of a whip, every stroke of which sounded
like the sharp crack of a pistol. I turned my head, and beheld a sight which
absolutely chilled me to the marrow of my bones, and gave me, for the first
time in my life, the sensation of my hair stiffening at the roots.
There lay a
black girl flat upon her face, on a board, her two thumbs tied, and fastened to
one end, her feet tied and drawn tightly to the other end, while a strap passed
over the small of her back, and, fastened around the board, compressed her
closely to it. Below the strap she was entirely naked. By her side, and six
feet off, stood a huge negro, with a long whip, which he applied with dreadful
power and wonderful precision. Every stroke brought away a strip of skin, which
clung to the lash, or fell quivering on the pavement, while the blood followed
after it.
The poor
creature writhed and shrieked, and, in a voice which showed alike her fear of
death and her dreadful agony, screamed to her master, who stood at her head,
'O, spare my life! Don't cut my soul out!' But still fell the horrid lash;
still strip after strip peeled off from the skin; gash after gash was cut in her
living flesh, until it became a livid and bloody mass of raw and quivering
muscle. It was with the greatest difficulty I refrained from springing upon the
torturer, and arresting his lash; but, alas! what could I do, but turn aside to
hide my tears for the sufferer, and my blushes for humanity?
This was in
a public and regularly organized prison; the punishment was one recognized and
authorized by the law. But think you the poor wretch had committed a heinous
offence, and had been convicted thereof, and sentenced to the lash? Not at all.
She was brought by her master to be whipped by the common executioner, without
trial, judge or jury, just at his beck or nod, for some real or supposed
offence, or to gratify his own whim or malice. And he may bring her day after
day, without cause assigned, and inflict any number of lashes he pleases, short
of twenty-five, provided only he pays the fee. Or, if he choose, he may have a
private whipping-board on his own premises, and brutalize himself there.
A shocking
part of this horrid punishment was its publicity, as I have said; it was in a
courtyard surrounded by galleries, which were filled with coloured persons of
all sexes - runaway slaves, committed for some crime, or slaves up for sale.
You would naturally suppose they crowded forward, and gazed, horror-stricken,
at the brutal spectacle below; but they did not; many of them hardly noticed
it, and many were entirely indifferent to it. They went on in their childish
pursuits, and some were laughing outright in the distant parts of the
galleries; so low can man, created in God's image, be sunk in brutality.

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