The concept of having a title proving ownership of another person runs so counter intuitive to our belief to self autonomy, that our moral senses rebel. Also when you think that people thought they had the God-given-right to own humans, further confuses ones psyche. I tend to read 3 or 4 books back to back on some subject to get a good feel for the material. This book was one in a series of the slave narratives I picked out. The others books were, Remembering slavery, Voices from slavery, and Unchained memories. These texts brought home the reality of slave life from the slaves themselves. I could literary feel the perpetual hopeless of being in a society where people thought it was their destiny to own you.
In 1937 the Works Progress Administration set out to document the memories of ex slaves. Most of the ex slaves were in there 80s and 90s which meant that they were about 10 to 20 when the civil war ended. It must be kept in mind that these interviews took place during the depression, and these people were at the bottom of the socioeconomic strata. Very often when some of the ex slaves reminisced about the plantation days, they do it with a yearning, because compared to their current state, things were better then.
There are over a 300 narratives in the book, and most are broken up into 1 to 2 paragraphs, although there are some protracted descriptions that covers several pages. These descriptions are in the natural vernacular of the general slave population, and at times a reread is necessary to get their meaning of a word or ideal.. The ex slaves talk about things such as remembrances of Africa, classes of slaves, dancing, music, slaves patrollers, slaves auctions, legalize rape, escaping, and their view of God. There were a number of stock questions the interviewers were to ask. Some of these included, what was the food like, what was the work like, were you ever whipped, and what was that like. Questions were ask about slave romance, as well as forced slave breading. Another stock question that was ask was, when did you first realized you were a slave, and every slave had that sober, vivid, realization. For some it was at the age of 3 or 4, and for others it wasn't until around 10 or 11. The realization came when they tried to challenge the system and were met with an appropriate response to submit. The whipping were of interest because there was a science to it.
Whenever something is done often, an ease and comfort arises. Very often the slave owners would have other slaves do the whipping to alleviate them of the psychological burden of owing the brutality. Slaves were whipped one way and then whipped at another angle to increase the pain. While this was being done, a number of slaves attested that the Bible was read to validated the slave owners actions. Curiously, the more religious some slave owners were, the more cruel they behaved, renaissance of the inquisition . One ex slave even described a whipping machine. Attached were 2 whips on a wagon wheel positioned perpendicular to the ground on a spindle like setup with gears. When needed this God forsaken contraption was hand cranked to the satisfaction of its creator. Then there was the professional slave whipper, who would be summoned on occasion to preform his chosen volition.
On the other extreme, the pleasures the slave did experience are also well documented in the text. One ex slave stated that the highlight of his week was to get a big ole biscuit on Sunday, and then delay eating it until the next day out in the field. The anticipation he said filled him with joy for a few hours. Another pleasurable experience an ex-slave recounted was the possession of a piece of paper which he could not read. He hoped that one day he would be able to read it, and it would be like some sort of oracle and inspire him. The singing, music, and dancing, when allowed, is also chronicled with a fair amount of detail.
Peppered throughout the book are a number of pictures of the ex slaves at the time of their interview. Its interesting to study their faces, and look at them with awe and admiration. The empathy you feel is incredible, and in that regard their experience lives on as lessons in fortitude. When you think that the lives of some slaves consisted of physical and mental torture that existed for a life time, you marvel at their tenancy to persevere.
One of the things I found to be the most interesting was the most banal descriptions of the most mundane events. The everyday eyewitness accounts of slave life gave me a view of slavery I heretofore never had. I had read meta views of the slavoricies of the south, but I never fully understood the day to day life of the slaves until I read the slave narratives. If you're looking for a down to earth description of slave life, you can't do any better than hearing the slaves describe their life in their own vernacular.