Since I keep saying you should donate to TMR because I won't steer you wrong, and some of y'all want to keep acting like it's supposed to buy my allegiance (to Meade, for instance) or what-ever, let's see if you can identify the difference through this:
Um, sorry folks, but TMR's got more integrity - and respect for white readers - than to go there. It may seem contradictory, but it's not. It's a perfect example, of behavior that looks like a negative actually being a positive, but needing a bit o' context to see it.
If you don't "get" that - if I haven't crawled through enough glass, online, to prove that's where I'm coming from - then, I accept:
The fault is no one's but mine,…
The fault is no one's but mine,…
SIXTY-FIVE YEARS A RACIST:
ReplyDeleteNARRATIVE MEMOIR OF
SHOUTING THOMAS,
A CITIZEN OF WOODSTOCK, NEW-YORK
©2014
CHAPTER XII.
PERSONAL APPEARANCE OF SHOUTING THOMAS— SHOUTING THOMAS, DRUNK AND SOBER—A GLIMPSE OF MY HISTORY—COVERBAND PLAYING—MY MODE OF PICKING AND GRINNING—OF PLAYING IN MY COVERBAND— OF TUNING, OF PICKING, OF TREATING NEW MEMBERS OF MY COVERBAND—THE DIFFERENCE IN COVERBAND PlCKERS—PATSEY A REMARKABLE ONE—TASKED ACCORDING TO ABILITY—BEAUTY OF A COVERBAND—THE COVERBAND SLAVE'S LABORS—SLAVES' FEAR UPON MY APPROACHING THE GINHOUSE—WEIGHING—"CHORES"— COVERBAND LIFE—THE CORN MILL—THE USES OF THE GOURD—COVERBAND SLAVES' FEAR OF OVERSLEEPING— THEIR FEAR CONTINUALLY—MODE OF CULTIVATING FEAR—POISONED SWEET POTATOES—FERTILITY OF SHOUTING THOMAS— FATTENING HOGS—PRESERVING BACON—RAISING CATTLE—SHOUTING-MATCHES—GARDEN PRODUCTS —FLOWERS AND VERDURE (REEFER).
I, SHOUTING THOMAS, Me, Myself, of whom much will be said during the remainder of this history, am a large, portly, heavybodied man with light hair, high cheek bones, and a Roman nose of extraordinary dimensions. I have blue eyes, a fair complexion, and am, as I should say, full six feet high. I have the sharp, inquisitive expression of a jockey. My manners are repulsive and coarse, and my language gives speedy and unequivocal evidence that I have never enjoyed the advantages of an education. I have the faculty of saying most provoking things, in that respect even excelling old Sixty Grit. At the time Crack Emcee came into my possession, I have been fond of the bottle, my "sprees" sometimes extending over the space of two whole weeks. Latterly, however, I have reformed my habits, and when Crack left me, was I was as strict a specimen of temperance as could be found in Woodstock. When "in my Cups," I, Master Thomas am a roystering, blustering, noisy fellow, whose chief delight is in dancing with my "n*****s," or lashing them about the yard with my long whip, just for the pleasure of hearing them screech and scream, as the great welts are planted on their backs. When sober, I am silent, reserved and cunning, not beating them indiscriminately, as in my drunken moments, but sending the end of my rawhide to some tender spot of a lagging cover band slave, with a sly dexterity peculiar to myself. (Page 163)
AUBURN: DERBY AND MILLER.
BUFFALO: DERBY, ORTON AND MULLIGAN.
LONDON: SAMPSON LOW, SON & COMPANY,
47 LUDGATE HILL
2014