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Douglas R. Egertons, Death or Liberty: African Americans
and Revolutionary America, Oxford University Press, 2009, 342
pages, hardcover When words arent used with care, ignorance deepens. Damage is done when those mischosen words relate to vital matters: our origins, our identity, or our values and aspirations. We grew up hearing about the American Revolution. But both those words mislead. Our custom of calling that war American is pretentious. The war was confined mostly to a narrow swath along part of the east coast of the northern temperate zone of the Western Hemisphere. Here in the US we call ourselves Americans oblivious to all those hundreds of millions living in Canada, Mexico, Central America and South America. The inhabitants of these immense regions are no less American than ourselves. And what is a revolution? To my mind, a revolution is a 180-degree change in the power structure and in socioeconomic arrangements. Does the so-called American Revolution qualify as that? I was well along in years before I realized that what I had been taught was a revolution was really a militant demand for tax cuts a demand resulting in colonies seceding from their mother country. And it wasnt until I had read Howard Zinns classic, A Peoples History of the United States, that I realized that the American Revolution was no revolution. For most people then living in the 13 colonies -- women, Native Americans, working class whites or slaves the revolution was barely a reform.
Many of our founders George Washington and Thomas Jefferson foremost among them were slaveholders. Many had no intention of giving up that source of their wealth. (John Adams was a notable exception; Benjamin Franklin was a small-scale slaveholder turned abolitionist.) Death or Liberty is well-researched and well-documented. Perhaps its most telling document is the painting on its cover, The Death of Major Peirson, 6 January 1781. That colorful painting, by the 18th century Boston-born artist, John Singleton Copley, depicts the British officer dying in pitched battle. In contrast to the blond, supine, expiring major, and equally central to the painting, is an elegantly arrayed African American rifleman fiercely fighting along side the red coats. Truth is, until reading Egerton, I hadnt given much thought to the role of black bondsmen in the American Revolution. Nor had I imagined them fighting against their revolutionary masters on behalf of the invading Brits. But fight they did. And in the thousands they and their families fled to British lines seeking freedom. Egertons book opened my eyes to how resistant African Americans were to their enslavement. Not waiting for some emancipator, in the 1780s and 90s and thereafter, many sought to escape bondage. In the chaos of war some fled into the anonymity of urban slums (mixing with free blacks) or escaped to work on seafaring ships. Others, risking torture if caught, tramped north to Canada, south to Spanish Florida or west beyond the frontier. But many bondsmen sided with one or the other of the clashing armies and navies whichever side seemed to promise the best chance of freedom. For many that promise went mostly unfulfilled. Either the revolutionaries at wars end failed to free their black allies or the Brits dumped their black allies in chilly, hostile Nova Scotia or along the British-ruled west coast of Africa. For me, Egertons narratives of particular slaves and their fates raise the question of the human spirit. Clearly, black bondsmen and women endured enormous pain and privation. How much hypocrisy, humiliation, servitude and torture will a human tolerate before taking drastic steps?
The Haitian slave revolt, the only such successful slave revolt in history, preceded certain violent, but aborted, slave revolts like Denmark Veseys in the US. This spread of truly revolutionary fervor from the Caribbean to the US mainland makes for a fascinating story. When French refugees from Haiti, with their African house slaves in tow, arrived in Virginia and other states, the news of the Africans Haiti uprising couldnt be contained. While it may have been outside Edgertons scope, I wish he had at least briefly explored the link between the rhetoric of the American Revolution, and that of the 1789 French Revolution (liberté, egalité, fraternité). In neither case was the rhetoric meant to apply to black chattel. But in both cases those Africans the true revolutionaries took those inspiring words to heart. Im not clear, though, after reading this useful book, to what extent
those revolutionaries needed the prod of white ideals
or whether
those self-emancipators simply heeded their own innate sense of human
dignity.
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