Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 375 pages of information about Slave Narratives.

Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 375 pages of information about Slave Narratives.

They would let you go visiting sometimes and exchange work.  Some masters was good and some was mean jess like they are now and some slaves good and some bad.  That is the way they are now.

Some of the white men had a hundred slaves and had plenty money.  The war broke nearly all of them.  The very worse thing I ever knowed about it was some white men raised hands to sell like they raise stock now.  It was hard to have your child took off and never see or hear tell of it.  Mean man buy it and beat it up.  Some of them was drove off to be sold at auction at New Orleans.  That was where some took them cause they could get big money for them.

I never knowed of a master to give the slaves a dime when they become free.  They never promissed them nothing.  The Yankees might have to toll them off.  The hands all stayed on John Freeman’s place and when it was over he give them the privilege of staying right on in their houses.  Some left after awhile and went somewhere they thought they could do better.

They didn’t have the Ku Klux but it was bout like it what they had.  They wore caps shine de coons eye and red caps and red garments.  Red symbolize blood reason they wore red.  They broke up our preaching.  Some folks got killed.  Some was old, some young—­old devlish ones.  They was like a drove of varments.  I guess you be scared.  They run the colored folks away from church a lot of times.  That was about equalization after the freedom.  That was the cause of that.

There was uprisings like I’m telling you but the colored folks didn’t have nothing to go in a gun if he had one.  White folks make them give up a gun.

The first votin I done I was workin for young Henry Larson back in Mississippi.  He give my mother $120 a year to cook for his young wife and give her what she eat and I worked on his farm.  He told me to go vote, it was election day.  I ask him how was I going to know how to vote.  I could read a little.  I couldn’t write.  The ballot box was at Pleasant Mount.  Ozan set over the box.  He was a Yankee.  He was the only one kept the box.  It was a wooden box nailed up and a slit in the top.  A.R.  Howe and Captain Howe was two more Yankee white men there watching round all day.  Ozan was the sheriff at Sardis, Mississippi soon after the war.  Some more colored folks come up to vote.  We stood around and watched.  We saw D. Sledge vote; he owned half of the county.  We knowed he voted Democrat so we voted the other ticket so it would be Republican.  I voted for President Grant.  I don’t believe in women voting.  They used to have the Australian Ballot System.  It’s a heap more the man that’s elected than it is the party.  We all voted for Hoover; he was a Republican and foe he got one term served out we was about on starvation.  I ain’t voted since.  That President claim to be a Democrat.  He ain’t no Democrat.  I don’t know what he be.

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