I have finished reading "The Quest of The Silver Fleece: A Novel" by W.E.B. Du Bois, 1911. I read the Harlem Moon Classic, Broadway Books, New York, 2004, with an introduction by Arnold Rampersod. Du Bois put his rise of the ten percent of a class of African Americans as a necessary condition for their rise in American life into this novel. He tested it with characters and realistic Jim Crow setting which had an embedded love story pressing amid or against the wave of forces, the white cotton aristocracy, the rising fortunes of the white working class, and the struggle of blacks for education, wealth, independence, and a way to safely rise. In many ways, Du Bois in this novel , has constructed and economic story much like Frank Norris's novels, such as "The Octopus." Du Bois also raises up a black female heroine Zora who challenges the white aristocracy while staying alive doing it, and building a community college/ agriculture school/farm community.
Du Bois shows humanity along with the evil in the white characters, as Asian American authors, such as Carlos Bulosan, a Filipino who came to America and saw its heart along with its tragedy. This was Du Bois' first novel, having become known as a sociologist and civil rights leader (helped create the NAACP and found "The Crisis", the associations magazine). Du Bois is best known for his sociological study "The Souls of Black Folk."
The male romantic character is Bles, educated in the north, gains meaningless and demeaning political appointment, and finally returns to the south to work with Zora. They had met and interacted in the early part of the book, as youth raising cotton-- the silver fleece-- on an island in the swamp.
Two major aristocratic characters, the Cresswells, balance their racist demeanor with the necessary interaction with black folk, and good feelings arise mostly in the wife, as she confronts the lukewarm relations with her politician husband.
The economic forces are, as with the wheat ranchers in "The Octopus," the rise of northern capitalism finally working to completely uproot the profitability of the post slavery plantation system. Poor white enter the system as rising workers, with their demands for better life, and inklings of a common need shared with black folk-- only the white racism is more alluring. We have not traveled far from that point, yet.
Below, a selection from the text:
" Colonel Cresswell stared at his neighbor, speechless with bewilderment and outraged traditions. Such unbelievable heresy from a Northerner or a Negro would have been natural; but from a Southerner whose father had owned five hundred slaves—it was incredible! The other landlords scarcely listened; they were dogged and impatient and they could suggest no remedy. They could only blame the mill for their troubles.
John Taylor left the conference blithely. "No," he said to the committee from the new mill-workers' union. "Can't raise wages, gentlemen, and can't lessen hours. Mill is just started and not yet paying expenses. You're getting better wages than you ever got. If you don't want to work, quit. There are plenty of others, white and black, who want your jobs."
The mention of black people as competitors for wages was like a red rag to a bull. The laborers got together and at the next election they made a clean sweep, judge, sheriff, two members of the legislature, and the registrars of votes. Undoubtedly the following year they would capture Harry Cresswell's seat in Congress.
The result was curious. From two sides, from landlord and white laborer, came renewed oppression of black men. The laborers found that their political power gave them little economic advantage as long as the threatening cloud of Negro competition loomed ahead. There was some talk of a strike, but Colton, the new sheriff, discouraged it.
"I tell you, boys, where the trouble lies: it's the niggers. They live on nothing and take any kind of treatment, and they keep wages down. If you strike, they'll get your jobs, sure. We'll just have to grin and bear it a while, but get back at the darkies whenever you can. I'll stick 'em into the chain-gang every chance I get."
On the other hand, inspired by fright, the grip of the landlords on the black serfs closed with steadily increasing firmness. They saw one class rising from beneath them to power, and they tightened the chains on the other. Matters simmered on in this way, and the only party wholly satisfied with conditions was John Taylor and the few young Southerners who saw through his eyes. He was making money. The landlords, on the contrary, were losing power and prestige, and their farm labor, despite strenuous efforts, was drifting to town attracted by new and incidental work and higher wages. The mill-hands were more and more overworked and underpaid, and hated the Negroes for it in accordance with their leaders' directions.
At the same time the oppressed blacks and scowling mill-hands could not help recurring again and again to the same inarticulate thought which no one was brave enough to voice. Once, however, it came out flatly. It was when Zora, crowding into the village courthouse to see if she could not help Aunt Rachel's accused boy, found herself beside a gaunt, overworked white woman. The woman was struggling with a crippled child and Zora, turning, lifted him carefully for the weak mother, who thanked her half timidly. "That mill's about killed him," she said.
At this juncture the manacled boy was led into court, and the woman suddenly turned again to Zora.
"Durned if I don't think these white slaves and black slaves had ought ter git together," she declared.
"I think so, too," Zora agreed. "
Chapter 35, "The Cotton Mill."