Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl by Linda Brent (highly illogical behavior TXT) ๐
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Harriet Jacobs was born a slave in North Carolina, but, in her words, didnโt realize it until her father died when she was six years old. Six years later, when her mistress died, she was bequeathed to the mistressโ granddaughter, thereby coming into the household of the mistressโ lecherous son. Several years later she escaped, only to have to hide for seven years in a cramped garret that did not allow her to stand or sit up. She was finally able to make her way north, where she was reunited with her children. Many years later, after narrowly avoiding capture multiple times due to the Fugitive Slave Law, her employer purchased her freedom.
Jacobs, writing as Linda Brent, tells the riveting story of her life in the South as a slave. She brings an unflinching eye to โgoodโ masters and mistresses who nevertheless lie to, steal from, and continually break promises to their slaves, and to bad masters who beat and kill their slaves for no particular reason. Even in the North, after her escape, she is disappointed to find prejudice and degrading treatment for blacks. After having been convinced to write down her story, it took years to find a publisher who would print it. It was finally made available to the public just a few months before the shots at Fort Sumter that began the Civil War.
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โSo you want to be married, do you?โ said he, โand to a free nigger.โ
โYes, sir.โ
โWell, Iโll soon convince you whether I am your master, or the nigger fellow you honor so highly. If you must have a husband, you may take up with one of my slaves.โ
What a situation I should be in, as the wife of one of his slaves, even if my heart had been interested!
I replied, โDonโt you suppose, sir, that a slave can have some preference about marrying? Do you suppose that all men are alike to her?โ
โDo you love this nigger?โ said he, abruptly.
โYes, sir.โ
โHow dare you tell me so!โ he exclaimed, in great wrath. After a slight pause, he added, โI supposed you thought more of yourself; that you felt above the insults of such puppies.โ
I replied, โIf he is a puppy, I am a puppy, for we are both of the negro race. It is right and honorable for us to love each other. The man you call a puppy never insulted me, sir; and he would not love me if he did not believe me to be a virtuous woman.โ
He sprang upon me like a tiger, and gave me a stunning blow. It was the first time he had ever struck me; and fear did not enable me to control my anger. When I had recovered a little from the effects, I exclaimed, โYou have struck me for answering you honestly. How I despise you!โ
There was silence for some minutes. Perhaps he was deciding what should be my punishment; or, perhaps, he wanted to give me time to reflect on what I had said, and to whom I had said it. Finally, he asked, โDo you know what you have said?โ
โYes, sir; but your treatment drove me to it.โ
โDo you know that I have a right to do as I like with youโ โthat I can kill you, if I please?โ
โYou have tried to kill me, and I wish you had; but you have no right to do as you like with me.โ
โSilence!โ he exclaimed, in a thundering voice. โBy heavens, girl, you forget yourself too far! Are you mad? If you are, I will soon bring you to your senses. Do you think any other master would bear what I have borne from you this morning? Many masters would have killed you on the spot. How would you like to be sent to jail for your insolence?โ
โI know I have been disrespectful, sir,โ I replied; โbut you drove me to it; I couldnโt help it. As for the jail, there would be more peace for me there than there is here.โ
โYou deserve to go there,โ said he, โand to be under such treatment, that you would forget the meaning of the word peace. It would do you good. It would take some of your high notions out of you. But I am not ready to send you there yet, notwithstanding your ingratitude for all my kindness and forbearance. You have been the plague of my life. I have wanted to make you happy, and I have been repaid with the basest ingratitude; but though you have proved yourself incapable of appreciating my kindness, I will be lenient towards you, Linda. I will give you one more chance to redeem your character. If you behave yourself and do as I require, I will forgive you and treat you as I always have done; but if you disobey me, I will punish you as I would the meanest slave on my plantation. Never let me hear that fellowโs name mentioned again. If I ever know of your speaking to him, I will cowhide you both; and if I catch him lurking about my premises, I will shoot him as soon as I would a dog. Do you hear what I say? Iโll teach you a lesson about marriage and free niggers! Now go, and let this be the last time I have occasion to speak to you on this subject.โ
Reader, did you ever hate? I hope not. I never did but once; and I trust I never shall again. Somebody has called it โthe atmosphere of hellโ; and I believe it is so.
For a fortnight the doctor did not speak to me. He thought to mortify me; to make me feel that I had disgraced myself by receiving the honorable addresses of a respectable colored man, in preference to the base proposals of a white man. But though his lips disdained to address me, his eyes were very loquacious. No animal ever watched its prey more narrowly than he watched me. He knew that I could write, though he had failed to make me read his letters; and he was now troubled lest I should exchange letters with another man. After a while he became weary of silence; and I was sorry for it. One morning, as he passed through the hall, to leave the house, he contrived to thrust a note into my hand. I thought I had better read it, and spare myself the vexation of having him read it to me. It expressed regret for the blow he had given me, and reminded me that I myself was wholly to blame for it. He hoped I had become convinced of the injury I was doing myself by incurring his displeasure. He wrote that he had made up his mind to go to Louisiana; that he should take several slaves with him, and intended I should be one of the number. My mistress would remain where she was; therefore I should have nothing to fear from that quarter. If I merited kindness from him, he assured me that it would be lavishly bestowed. He begged me to think
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