!Black in America! Nigger don’t get mad; get educated

Did you get offended by my using the word NIGGER? Well, don’t get mad; get educated. Dr. Laura was correct, we as black America call each other the same words we hated the Master to call us. It’s time we fully educate ourselves regarding the African-American History regardless of which race you are. This is 911 important, the truth of our history is the first step to our moving on, asking us to forget about it or ignore it only builds resentment.

Don’t you find it a bit ironic that many African-Americans whip their children even though we were brutally whipped as slaves? If you are upset over this blog just calm down and think logically; there is a reason why Black America is still suffering in year 2011, I say it’s because we need validation for our feelings.

We suffer from High Blood Pressure because of the scraps we were forced to eat or starve. I’m talking scraps such as the guts of a pig became common everyday food because Master thought we were “less than”. Ha, with all that my community endured, I say we are ”stronger than”, perhaps slavery all started by the Master being jealous of black people? 

We have deep embedded anger which needs addressed and we have it for a damn good reason, continue reading this blog to learn why…

METHODS OF PUNISHMENT (degree of brutality)

     The treatment of the slaves, they say, has been growing worse and worse for the last six or seven years.

     Flogging with a leather strap on the naked body is common; also, paddling the body with a hand-saw until the skin is a mass of blisters, and then breaking the blisters with the teeth of the saw. They have “very often” seen slaves stretched out upon the ground with hands and feet held down by fellow slaves, or lashed to stakes driven into the ground for “burning.”  Handfuls of dry corn-husks are then lighted, and the burning embers are whipped off with a stick so as to fall in showers of live sparks upon the naked back.  This is continued until the victim is covered with blisters.  If in his writhings of torture the slave gets his hands free to brush off the fire, the burning brand is applied to them.

     Another method of punishment, which is inflicted for the higher order of crimes, such as running away, or other refractory conduct, is to dig a hole in the ground large enough for the slave to squat or lie down in.  The victim is then stripped naked and placed in the hole, and a covering or grating of green sticks is laid over the opening. Upon this a quick fire is built, and the live embers sifted through upon the naked flesh of the slave, until his body is blistered and swollen almost to bursting.  With just enough of life to enable him to crawl, the slave is then allowed to recover from his wounds if he can, or to end his sufferings by death.

(via THE BLACK BOOK)

A TYPICAL NEGRO (escape from master)

     We publish herewith three portraits, from photographs by M’Pherson and Oliver, of the negro Gordon, who escaped from his master in Mississippi and came into our lines at Baton Rouge in March last.  One of these portraits represents the man as he entered our lines, with clothes torn and covered with mud and dirt from his long race through the swamps and bayous, chased as he had been for days and nights by his master with several neighbors and a pack of blood-hounds; another shows him as he underwent the surgical examination previous to be mustered into the service – his back furrowed and scarred with the traces of a whipping administered on Christmas – day last; and the third represents him in United States uniform, bearing the musket and prepared for duty.

     This negro displayed unusual intelligence and energy. In order to foil the scent of the bloodhounds who were chasing him he took from his plantation onions, which he carried in his pockets. After crossing each creek or swamp he rubbed his body freely with these onions, and thus, no doubt, frequently threw the dogs off the scent.

     At one time in Louisiana he served our troops as guide, and on one expedition was unfortunately taken prisoner by the rebels, who, infuriated beyond measure, tied him up and beat him, leaving him for dead. He came to life, however, and once more made his escape to our lines.

(via THE BLACK BOOK)

THE BLACK BOOK (embrace the truth)

“Suppose a three-hundred-year-old black man had decided, oh, say when he was about ten, to keep a scrapbook– a record of what it was like for himself and his people in these United States. He would keep newspaper articles that interested him, old family photos, trading cards, advertisements, letters, handbills, dream books, and posters– all sorts of stuff.

He would remember things, too, and put those in: stories he’d heard, rumors, dates. He’d remember the first March on Washington, how John Quincy Adams defended Joseph Cinque, the black slaveship rebel– and won; the Jewish Hospital that opened its doors to the wounded during the Civil War Draft Riots.

He would know about black goldminers, and pirates and factory owners and inventors. And he would keep records of blacks who owned slaves, lyrics of songs he’d sung, voodoo recipes he’d tried– all of that he would put in his book.

And he would end up with a folk journey of Black America: a book just like this one– beautiful, haunting, curious, informative, and human.

No such man kept such a book. But it’s okay– because it’s here, anyway. I sure wish I’d had it when I was in school. Then I’d know what to say when Mrs. Broadbird said my speech was slang.

I sure wish I’d had it in my house back in Philadelphia– then whenever I played the “dozens” I’d know where they came from.

More important– I wish I’d had it when I went to the barbershop. Then it wouldn’t have been necessary for that dude to leave his chair with half a haircut to run home and get his birth certificate to prove he was around when Josh Gibson was playing baseball.

But here it is– at last– THE BLACK BOOK.

Everybody has one, you know. The difference in this one is that here nobody changed the names to protect the guilty. Browse in it The pickins’ ain’t always easy, but they’re always good.”

September, 1973  Mr. Bill Cosby’s Introduction to THE BLACK BOOK

SALE OF NEGROES (announcement)

Public Sale of Negroes,

By Richard Clagett

On Tuesday, March 5th, 1833 at 1:00 P.M. the following Slaves will be sold at Potters Mart, in Charleston, S.C. Miscellaneous Lots of Negroes, mostly house servants, some for field work.

Conditions: 1/2 cash, balance by bond, bearing interest from date of sale. Payable in one to two years to be secured by a  mortgage of the Negroes, and appraised personal security. Auctioneer will pay for the papers.

     A valuable Negro woman, accustomed to all kinds of house work. Is a good plain cook, and excellent dairy maid, washes and irons. She has four children, one a girl about 13 years of age, another 7, a boy about 5, and an infant 11 months old. 2 of the children will be sold with mother, the others separately, if it best suits the purchaser.

     A very valuable Blacksmith, wife and daughters; the Smith is in the prime of life, and a perfect master at his trade. His wife about 27 years old, and his daughters 12 and 10 years old have been brought up as house servants, and as such are very valuable. Also for sale 2 likely young negro wenches, one of whom is 16 the other 13, both of whom have been taught and accustomed to the duties of house servants. the 16 year old wench has one eye.

     A likely yellow girl about 17 or 18 years old, has been accustomed to all kinds of house and garden work. She is sold for no fault. Sound as a dollar.

     House servants: The owner of a family described herein, would sell them for a good price only, they are offered for no fault whatever, but because they can be done without, and money is needed, he has offered $1250. They consist of a man 30 to 33 years old, who has been raised in a genteel Virginia family as house servant, Carriage driver etc., in all which he excels. His wife a likely wench of 25 to 30 raised in like manner, as chamber maid, seamstress, nurse etc., their two children, girls of 12 and 4 or 5. They are bright mulattoes, of mild tractable dispositions unassuming manners, and genteel appearance and well worthy the notice of a gentleman of fortune needing such.

     Also 14 Negro Wenches ranging from 16 to 25 years of age, all sound and capable of doing a good days work in the house or field.

(via THE BLACK BOOK)

(It is now year 2011. I ask you, with such treatment in 1833, is it no wonder why many African Americans still have broken families)