Author:
Carolyn Shuttlesworth
Subject:
Literature & Culture
Material Type:
Primary Source
Level:
Community College / Lower Division, College / Upper Division
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Creative Commons Attribution
Language:
English

19th Century: 1848

Overview

African American Literature 1619-1926

Henry Highland Garnet (1815-1882)

                                        An Address to the Slaves of the United States of America

  Brethren and Fellow Citizens:  Your brethren of the North, East, and West have been accustomed to meet together in National Conventions, to sympathize with each other, and to weep over your unhappy condition.  In these meetings we have addressed all classes of the free, but we have never, until this time, sent a word of consolation and advice to you.  We have been contented in sitting still and mourning over your sorrows, earnestly hoping that before this day your sacred liberties would have been restored.  But, we have hoped in vain. Years have rolled on, and tens of thousands have been borne on streams of blood and tears to the shores of eternity.  While you have been oppressed, we have also been partakers with you; nor can we be free while you are enslaved.  We, therefore, write to you as being bound with you.

     Many of you are bound to us, not only by the ties of a common humanity, but we are connected by the more tender relations of parents, wives, husbands, and sisters, and friends.  As such, we most affectionately address you.

     Slavery has fixed a deep gulf between you and us, and while it shut out from you the relief and consolation which your friends would willingly render, it afflicts and persecutes you with a fierceness which we might not expect to see in the fiends of hell.  But still the Almighty Father of mercies has left to us a glimmering ray of hope, which shines out like a lone star in a cloudy sky.  Mankind are becoming wiser, and better- the oppressor's power is fading, and you, every day, are becoming better informed, and more numerous.  Your grievances, brethren, are many.  We shall not attempt, in this short address, to present to the world all the dark catalogue of the nation's sins, which have been committed upon an innocent people.  Nor is it indeed necessary, for you to feel them from day to day, and all the civilized world looks upon them with amazement.

     Two hundred and twenty seven years ago the first of our injured race were brought to the shores of America.  They came not with glad spirits to select their homes in the New World.  They came not with their own consent, to find an unmolested enjoyment of the blessings of this fruitful soil.  The first dealings they had with men calling themselves Christians exhibited to them the worst features of corrupt and sordid hearts: and convinced them that no cruelty is too great, no villainy and robbery too abhorrent for even enlightened men to perform, when influenced by avarice and lust.  Neither did they come flying on the wings of liberty to a lan of freedom..But they came with broken hearts, from their beloved native land, and were doomed to unrequited toil and deep degradation.  Nor did the evil of their bondage end at their emancipation by death.  Succeeding generations inherited their chains, and millions have come from eternity into time, and have returned again to the world of spirits, cursed and ruined by American slavery...

     Brethren, arise, arise!  Strike for your lives and your liberties.  Now is the day and the hour.  Let every slave throughout the land do this, and the days of slavery are numbered.  You cannot be more oppressed than you have been- you cannot suffer greater cruelties than you have already.  Rather die freemen than live to be slaves.  Remember that you are FOUR MILLIONS!

     It is in your power so to torment the God-cursed slaveholders that they will be glad to let you go free.  If the scale was turned, and black men were the masters and white men the slaves, every destructive agent and element would be employed to lay the oppressor low.  Danger and death would hang over their heads day and night.  Yes, the tyrants would meet with plagues more terrible than those of Pharoah.  But you are a patient peole.  You act as though you were made for the special use of these devils.  You act as though your daughters were born to pamper the lusts of your masters and overseers.  And worse than all, you tamely submit while your lords tear your wives from your embraces and defile them before your eyes.  In the name of God, we ask, are you men?  Where is the blood of your fathers?  Has it all run out of your veins?  Awake, awake; millions of voices are calling you!  Your dead fathers speak to you from their graves.  Heaven, as with a voice of thundet, calls on you to arise from the dust.

     Let your motto be resistance! resistance! RESISTANCE!  No oppressed people have ever secured their liberty without resistance.  What kind of resistance you had better make you must decide by the circumstances that surround you, and according to the suggesion of expediency.  Brethren, adieu!  Trust in the living God.  Labor for the peace of the human-race, and remember that you are FOUR MILLIONS!