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The Black Man, His Antecedents,
His Genius, and His Achievements:
Electronic Edition.William Wells Brown, 1814?-1884Funding from the NationalEndowment for the Humanities
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Page 5PREFACE. THE calumniators and traducers of the Negro areto be found, mainly, among two classes. The firstand most relentless are those who have done themthe greatest injury, by being instrumental in theirenslavement and consequent degradation. Theydelight to descant upon the "natural inferiority" ofthe blacks, and claim that we were destined only fora servile condition, entitled neither to liberty nor thelegitimate pursuit of happiness. The second classare those who are ignorant of the characteristics ofthe race, and are the mere echoes of the first. Tomeet and refute these misrepresentations, and tosupply a deficiency, long felt in the community, of awork containing sketches of individuals who, by theirown genius, capacity, and intellectual development,have surmounted the many obstacles which slavery Page 6and prejudice have thrown in their way, and raisedthemselves to positions of honor and influence, thisvolume was written. The characters represented inmost of these biographies are for the first time putin print. The author's long sojourn in Europe, hisopportunity of research amid the archives of Englandand France, and his visit to the West Indies, havegiven him the advantage of information respectingthe blacks seldom acquired.

If this work shall aid in vindicating the Negro'scharacter, and show that he is endowed with thoseintellectual and amiable qualities which adorn anddignify human nature, it will meet the mostsanguine hopes of the writer.

CAMBRIDGEPORT, MASS., 1863. Page 7CONTENTS.

MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR, . . . . .11
THE BLACK MAN AND HIS ANTECEDENTS, . . . . .31
THE BLACK MAN, HIS GENIUS AND HIS ACHIEVEMENTS.
BENJAMIN BANNEKER, . . . . .51
NAT TURNER, . . . . .59
MADISON WASHINGTON, . . . . .75
HENRY BIBB, . . . . .86
PLACIDO, . . . . .88
JEREMIAH B. SANDERSON, . . . . .91
TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE, . . . . .92
CRISPUS ATTUCKS, . . . . .106
DESSALINES, . . . . .110
IRA ALDRIDGE, . . . . .118
JOSEPH CINQUE, . . . . .124
ALEXANDRE DUMAS, . . . . .128
HENRI CHRISTOPHE, . . . . .132
PHILLIS WHEATLEY, . . . . .138
DENMARK VESEY, . . . . .142
HENRY HIGHLAND GARNETT, . . . . .149 Page 8
JAMES M. WHITFIELD, . . . . .152
ANDRE RIGAUD, . . . . .153
FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS, . . . . .160
EX-PRESIDENT ROBERTS, . . . . .163
ALEXANDER CRUMMELL, . . . . .165
ALEXANDRE PETION, . . . . .169
MARTIN R. DELANY, M. D., . . . . .174
ROBERT SMALL, . . . . .175
FREDERICK DOUGLASS, . . . . .180
CHARLES L. REASON, . . . . .187
CHARLOTTE N. FORTEN, . . . . .190
WILLIAM H. SIMPSON, . . . . .199
JEAN PIERRE BOYER, . . . . .202
JAMES M'CUNE SMITH, M. D., . . . . .205
BISHOP PAYNE, . . . . .207
WILLIAM STILL, . . . . .211
EDWIN M. BANNISTER, . . . . .214
LEONARD A. GRIMES, . . . . .217
PRESIDENT GEFFRARD, . . . . .220
GEORGE B. VASHON, . . . . .223
ROBERT MORRIS, . . . . .227
WILLIAM J. WILSON, . . . . .230
JOHN MERCER LANGSTON, . . . . .235
WILLIAM C. NELL, . . . . .238
JOHN SELLA MARTIN, . . . . .241
CHARLES LENOX REMOND, . . . . .246
GEORGE T. DOWNING, . . . . .250
ROBERT PURVIS, . . . . .253
JOSEPH JENKINS, . . . . .259 Page 9
JOHN S. ROCK, . . . . .266
WILLIAM DOUGLASS, . . . . .271
ELYMAS PAYSON ROGERS, . . . . .272
J. THEODORE HOLLY, . . . . .274
JAMES W. C. PENNINGTON, . . . . .276
A MAN WITHOUT A NAME, . . . . .278
SAMUEL R. WARD, . . . . .284
SIR EDWARD JORDAN, . . . . .286

Page 11MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR. I WAS born at Lexington, Kentucky. My father, as Iwas informed, was a member of the Wickliffe family; mymother was of mixed blood; her father, it was said, wasthe noted Daniel Boone, and her mother a negress. Myearly life on the plantation was such as generally falls tothe lot of the young slave, till I arrived at the age of nineyears, when my position was changed. My master's brotherlost his wife, she leaving an infant son a few months old,whom my mistress took to bring up. When this boybecame old enough to need a playmate to watch over him,mistress called the young slaves together, to select one forthe purpose. We were all ordered to run, jump, wrestle,turn somersets, walk on our hands, and go through thevarious gymnastic exercises that the imagination of ourbrain could invent, or the strength and activity of ourlimbs could endure. The selection was to be an importantone, both to the mistress and the slave. Whoever shouldgain the place was in the future to become a house servant;the ask-cake thrown aside, that unmentionable garmentthat buttons around the neck, which we all wore, andnothing else, was to give way to the whole suit of towlinen. Every one of us joined heartily in the contest,while old mistress sat on the piazza, watching our everymovement--some fifteen of us, each dressed in his onegarment, sometimes standing on our heads with feet in theair--still the lady looked on. With me it seemed a Page 12matter of life and death; for, being blood kin to master, Ifelt that I had more at stake than my companions. Atlast the choice was made, and I was told to step aside asthe "lucky boy," which order I obeyed with an alacrityseldom surpassed. That night I was put to soak, afterwhich I was scraped, scrubbed, washed, and dried. Thenext day, the new suit came down to the quarters; Islipped into it; the young slaves gathered about me, and Iwas the star of the plantation. My mother, one of the bestof mothers, placed her hands on my head, and, with tearsin her eyes, said, "I knowed you was born for good luck,for a fortune-teller told me so when you was a baby layin'in your little sugar trough. Go up to de great house whereyou belong." With this blessing I bade farewell to the loghut and the dirt floor, and started towards the "big house."Mistress received me, and laid down the law which was togovern my future actions. "I give your young masterover to you," said she; "and if you let him hurt himself,I'll pull your ears; if you let him cry, I'll pull your ears;if he wants any thing, and you don't give it to him, I'llpull your ears; when he goes to sleep, if you let him wakebefore it is time, I'll pull your ears." And right well didshe keep her promise, for my ears felt the impress of hertender fingers and gold rings almost every day, and attimes nearly every hour.

Yet I would not have you suppose, gentle reader, thatmy old mistress was of low or common origin; but on thecontrary, she boasted that the best blood of the southcoursed through her blue veins. My master, Dr. JohnYoung, was a man of considerable standing in his sectionof the state. A member of the church, his set was notoften empty during religious service. He was very strictas to the observance of the Sabbath, held prayer night andmorning, and entertained more travelling preachers thanalmost any one in his neighborhood.

The doctor did not surpass his wife in devotedness to Page 13religious observances. Of these travelling ministers, eachhad a favorite, who in turn used to spend several days onthe plantation, hunting, shooting, fishing, visiting, and attimes preaching. The Rev. Mr. Pinchen was my mistress'sfavorite, and he was indeed an interesting character. Shortand stout, somewhat inclined to corpulency, deeply pock-marked,quick in his motions, and with a strong voice, hewas one of the funniest of men when telling his long storiesabout his religious and other experiences in the south.

I had been in the great house nearly three years, whenMr. Pinchen was expected to make his annual visit. Thestir about the dwellings, the cleaning of paint, the scaldingout of the bedbugs, an the orders and counter-ordersfrom Mrs. Young, showed plainly that something uncommonwas to take place. High and angry words had passedbetween master and mistress, one morning, when the latterweepingly and snuffingly exclaimed, "Never mind; you'llnot have me here always to hector and to worry: I'll dieone of these days, and then you'll be glad of it. Nevermind, keep on, and you'll send me to my grave before thetime. Never mind; one of these days the Lord will makeup his jewels, call me home to glory, and I'll be out of yourway, and I'll be devilish glad of it too." Her weeping increased,and she continued, "Never mind, brother Pinchenwill be here soon, and then I'll have somebody to talk tome about religion." At this moment, Hannah, the waitingmaid, entered the room, and Mrs. Young gave orders withregard to Mr. Pinchen's visit. "Go, Hannah," said she,"and get the chamber ready for brother Pinchen: put onthe new linen sheets, and see that they are dry, and wellaired; if they are not, I'll air you, my lady." The arrivalof the clergyman, the next day, was the signal for new andinteresting scenes. After the first morning's breakfastwas over, family prayer finished, the Bible put away, thebrandy replaced in the sideboard, and Dr. Young gone tohis office, Mr. Pinchen commenced the delivery of one of Page 14those religious experiences for which be was so celebratedwherever he was known. Mrs. Young and the ministerwere seated at the round table, I standing behind herchair, and Hannah clearing off the breakfast table, whenthe servant of God began by saying, "Well, sister Young,I've seen a heap since I was here last."