Here's Clara Davis,circa 1937, waxing nostalgic about her days of bondage in Alabama:
White folks you can have your automobiles, paved streets and lights. You can have your buses, and street cars, and hot pavement and tall buildings cause I aint got no use for em no way. I tell you what I do want--I want my old cotton bed and the moonlight shining through the willow trees, and the cool grass under my feet while I run around catching lightening bugs. I want to feel the sway of the old wagon, going down the red, dusty road, and listening to the wheels groaning as they roll along. I want to sink my teeth into that old ash cake.White folks, I want to see the boats passing up and down the Alabammy river and hear the slaves singing at their work. I want to see dawn break over the black ridge and the twilight settle over the place spreading an orange hue. I want to walk the paths through the woods and see the rabbits and the birds and the frogs at night...But they took me away from that a long time ago. Weren't long before I married and had children, but don't none of em contribute to my support now. One of them was killed in the big war with German, and the rest is all scattered out--eight of em. Now I just live from hand to mouth. Here one day, somewhere else the next. I guess we all gonna die iffin this depression don't let us alone. Maybe someday I'll get to go home. They tell me that when a person crosses over that river, the Lord gives him what he wants. I don told the Lord I don't want nothing much---only my home, white folks. I don't think that's much to ask for. I suppose he'll send me back there. I been waiting a long time for him to call.
One of the most disturbing aspects of the long conversation about slavery is the way the "black people were happy slaves" argument has really poisoned the well. That may sound contradictory, given what I just quoted. Allow me to explain.
I've spent the past year or two with quite a few primary sources, and the best thing, for me, has been removal of "The Argument." I take it as given that black people, because they are human beings, generally didn't like being slaves. I just don't have any real doubt about it, and any questioning of that is, to me, akin Creationism. I'm just not interested.
But that's a luxury that I enjoy in 2010. For years black and white scholars had to make the argument, and as sure as there are weighty tomes outlining evolution, there are whole histories that had to be written outlining what should be taken as basic facts of humanity--that black people, in the main, did not enjoy being property. That black people, in the main, did not enjoy living under a whip. That black people, in the main, did not enjoy the prospect of someone selling off their families. That black people, in the main, had been fight a long, cold war against slavery centuries before the Civil War.
Having said that, I think that just as the photography of the Civil War is interesting from an artistic perspective, the oral histories of slavery are interesting to me from a literary perspective. Looking at them as literature--and the recollection of specific individuals, not agitprop for anything--I'm never surprised to come across black people saying that they liked being slaves. Indeed, that's part of being human too, not being part of a broad mass. It's also part of the fact that slavery differed, as all things differ.
It's funny. I read this to Kenyatta last night, because I thought the phrasing was so beautiful and evocative. I really felt Clara's longing for the Old South. But she (Kenyatta) was just utterly horrified of the idea of anyone longing for slavery. I don't know. I think it's beautiful. Not pleasing. Beautiful.
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