Dixie After the War Part 17

CHAPTER XX

RECONSTRUCTION ORATORY

Northern visitors, drawn to Richmond in the Spring of 1867, to the Davis trial, came upon the heels of a riot if not squarely into the midst of one. Friday, May 10, began with a ma.s.s-meeting at one of the old Chimborazo buildings, where negroes of both s.e.xes, various ages, and in all kinds of rags and raiment, congregated. Nothing could exceed the cheerfulness with which their initiation fees and monthly dues were received by the white Treasurer of the National Political Aid Society, while their names were called by the white Secretary--the one officer a carpet-bagger, the other a scalawag. Initiation fee was a quarter, monthly dues a dime; the Treasurer's table was piled with a hillock of small change. The Secretary added 400 names to a roll of 2,000.

A negro leader, asked by a Northern reporter, "What's this money to be used for?" replied: "We gwi sen' speakers all 'roun' de country, boss; gwi open de eyes er de cullud folks, an' show 'em how dee gotter vote. Some n.i.g.g.e.rs out in de country don' know whe'er dee free er not--hoein' an'

plowin' fuh white folks jes lak dee always been doin'. An' dee gwi vote lak white folks tell 'em ef dar ain' suppin' did. De country's gwi go tuh obstruction ef us whar knows don' molighten dem whar don' know. Dat hucc.u.m you sees what you does see." When collection had been taken up, a young carpet-bagger led in speech-making:

"Dear friends: I rejoice to find myself in this n.o.ble company of patriots. I see before me men and women who are bulwarks of the nation; ready to give their money, to work, to die, if need be, for freedom.

Freedom, my friends, is another name for the great Republican Party.

("Hise yo' mouf tellin' dat truf!" "Dat's so!" "Halleluia!" "Glory be tuh Gawd!") The Republican Party gave you freedom and will preserve it inviolate! (Applause; whispers: "What dat he spoken 'bout?" "Sho use big words!" "Dat man got sense. He know what he talkin' 'bout ef we don't!") That party was unknown in this grand old State until a few months ago. It has been rotten-egged!--("Now ain't dat a shame!") although its speakers have only advocated the teachings of the Holy Bible. ("Glory Halleluia!"

"Glory to de Lamb!" "Jesus, my Marster!") The Republican Party is your friend that has led you out of the Wilderness into the Promised Land!"

Glories and halleluias reached climax in which two sisters were carried out shouting. "Disshere gitten' too much lak er 'ligious meetin' tuh suit me," a sinner observed.

"You do not need for me to tell you never to vote for one of these white traitors and rebels who held you as slaves. ("Dat we ain't!" "We'll see 'em in h---- fust!") We have fought for you on the field of battle. Now you must organize and fight for yourselves. ("We gwi do it, too! Dat we is! We gwi fight!") We have given you freedom. We intend to give you property.

We, the Republican Party, propose to confiscate the land of these white rebels and traitors and give it to you, to whom it justly belongs--forty acres and a mule and $100 to every one of you! (The Chairman exhausted himself seeking to subdue enthusiasm.) The Republican Party cannot do this unless you give it your support. All that it asks is your vote and your influence. If the white men of the South carry the elections, they will put you back into slavery."

A scalawag delivered the gem of the occasion: "Ladies and gentlemen: I am happy to embrace this privilege of speaking to you. I desire to address first and very especially a few words to these ladies, for they wield an influence of which they are little aware. Whether poor or rich, however humble they may be, women exert a powerful influence over the hearts of men. I have been gratified to see you bringing your mites to the cause of truth. Emulate, my fair friends, the example of your ancestors who came over in the Mayflower, emulate your ancestors, the patriotic women of '76.

Give your whole hearts, and all your influence to this n.o.ble work. And in benefits that will come to you, you shall be repaid an hundred-fold for every quarter and dime you here deposit!" The meeting closed with race-hatred stirred up to white heat in black b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Later in the day, Richmond firemen were entertaining visiting Delaware firemen with water-throwing. A policeman requested a negro, standing within reserved s.p.a.ce, to move; Sambo would not budge; the officer pushed him back; Sambo struck the officer; there was a hubbub. A white bystander was struck, and struck back; a barber on the corner jerked up his pole and ran, waving it and yelling: "Come on, freedmen! Now's de time to save yo'

nation!" Negroes of all sizes, s.e.xes and ages, some half-clad, many drunk, poured into the street; brickbats flew; the officer was knocked down, his prisoner liberated. Screams of "Dem p'licemens shan't 'res' n.o.body, dat dee shan't!" "Time done come fuh us tuh stan' up fuh our rights!" were heard on all sides. The police, under orders not to fire, tried to disperse or hold them at bay, exercising marvellous patience when blacks shook fists in their faces, saying: "I dar you tuh shoot! I jes dar you tuh shoot!"

Mayor Mayo addressed the crowd: "I command you in the name of the Commonwealth to go to your homes, every one, white and black; I give you my word every case shall be looked into and justice done." They moved a square, muttering: "Give us our rights, now--de cullud man's rights!" An ambulance rumbled up. Negroes broke into cheers. In it sat General Schofield, Federal Commandant, and General Brown, of the Freedmen's Bureau. "Speech! speech!" they called. "I want you to go to your homes and remain there," said General Schofield. They made no motion to obey, but called for a speech. "I did not come here to make a speech. I command you to disperse." They did not budge. The war lord was not there to trifle. In double-quick time, Company H of the Twenty-Ninth was on the ground and sent the crowd about its business. That night six companies were marched in from Camp Grant and disposed about the city at Mayor Mayo's discretion.

High carnival in the Old African Church wound up the day. An educated coloured man from Boston presided, and Carpet-Bagger-Philanthropist Hayward (who, having had the cold shoulder turned on him in Ma.s.sachusetts, had come to Virginia) held forth: "The papers have made conspicuous my remarks that the negro is better than the white man. Why, I had no idea anybody was so stupid as to doubt it. When I contemplate such a n.o.ble race, and look upon you as you appear to me tonight, I could wish my own face were black!" "Ne'm min', boss!" sang out a sympathetic auditor, "Yo'

heart's black! Dat's good enough!" The speaker was nonplussed for a second.

"When I go to Ma.s.sachusetts, shall I tell the people there that you are determined to ride in the same cars on which white men and women ride?"

"Yes! Yes!" "Shall I tell them you intend to go in and take your seats in any church where the Gospel is preached?" "Yes! Yes! Dat we is!" "Shall I tell them you intend to occupy any boxes in the theatre you pay your money for?" "You sho kin, boss!" "Yes, yes!" "Shall I tell them you intend to enjoy, _in whatever manner you see fit_, any rights and privileges which the citizens of Ma.s.sachusetts enjoy?" "Dat you kin!" "Tell 'em we gwi have our rights!"

"If you cannot get them for yourselves, the young men of the Bay State will come down and help you. We have made you free. We will give you what you want." The coloured gentleman from Boston had to employ all his parliamentary skill before applause could be subdued for the speaker to continue. "You are brave. I am astonished at evidences of your bravery. To any who might be reckless, I give warning. You would not endanger the life of the ill.u.s.trious Underwood, would you?" (Judge Underwood, boss of the black ring, was in town to try Mr. Davis.) "Dat we wouldn'!" "_Well, then, as soon as he leaves, you may have a high carnival in whatever way you please. It is not for me to advise you what to do, for great ma.s.ses do generally what they have a mind to._"

Wrought up to frenzy, the negroes fairly shook the house; the chairman made sincere efforts to bring the meeting to order. The young white Secretary of the National Political Aid Society arose and said: "Mr.

Speaker, you may tell the people of Ma.s.sachusetts that the coloured people of Richmond are determined to go into any bar-room, theatre, hotel, or car they wish to enter." "Yes, you tell 'em dat! We will! We will!"

Next morning, our war lord brought Hayward up in short order. The meeting had come to his notice through Cowardin's report in the "Dispatch." The hearing was rich, a cl.u.s.ter of bright newspaper men being present, among them the "New York Herald" reporter, who endorsed Mr. Cowardin's account, and declared Hayward's speech inflammatory. It developed that negroes had been pet.i.tioning to Was.h.i.+ngton for General Schofield's removal, a compliment paid all his predecessors.

The idle and excitable negroes must not be accepted as fully representative of their race. Those not heard from were the worthy ones, remaining at the houses of their white employers or in their own homes, and performing faithfully their regular duties. They were in the minority, but I believe the race would prefer now that these humble toilers should be considered representative rather than the other cla.s.s. Lending neither aid nor encouragement to insurrectionary methods, they yet dared not openly oppose the incendiary spirit which, had it been carried far enough, might have swept them, too, off their feet as their kindred became involved. Negroes stick together and conceal each other's defections; this does not proceed altogether from race loyalty; they fear each other; dread covert acts of vengeance and being "conjured." Mysterious afflictions overtake the "conjured" or bewitched.

THE PRISONER FREE

CHAPTER XXI

THE PRISONER FREE

On a beautiful May afternoon, two years after Mr. Davis' capture, the "John Sylvester" swung to the wharf at Rocketts and the prisoner walked forth, smiling quietly upon the people who, on the other side of the blue cordon of sentinels, watched the gangway, crying, "It is he! it is he!"

Always slender, he was shadowy now, worn and thin to emaciation. He did not carry himself like a martyr. Only his attenuation, the sharpness of his features, the care-worn, haggard appearance of the face, the hair nearly all gray, the general indications of having aged ten years in two, made any appeal for sympathy. With him were his wife, Judge Ould, and Mr.

James Lyons, Dr. Cooper, Mr. Burton Harrison, and General Burton, General Miles' successor, whose prisoner he yet was, but whose att.i.tude was more that of friend than custodian.

A reserved and dignified city is the Capital on the James, taking joys sedately; but that day she wore her heart on her sleeve; she cheered and wept. The green hills, streets, sidewalks, were alive with people; porches, windows, balconies, roofs, were thronged; Main Street was a lane of uncovered heads as two carriages rolled swiftly towards the Spotswood, one holding Mr. Davis, General Burton, Dr. Cooper and Mr. Harrison; the other, Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Lyons, Mr. Lyons and Judge Ould; an escort of Federal cavalry bringing up the rear with clattering hoofs and clanging sabres. It was more like a victor's home-returning than the bringing of a prisoner to trial. Yet through popular joy there throbbed the tragic note that marks the difference between the huzzas of a conquering people for their leader, and the welcoming "G.o.d bless you!" of a people subdued.

This difference was noticeable at the Spotswood, which famous hostelry entertained many Northern guests. A double line of policemen, dividing the crowd, formed an avenue from sidewalk to ladies' entrance. This crowd, it seems, had its hat on. Among our own people may have been some who thought it not wise in their own or the prisoner's interests to show him too much honour. But as the emaciated, careworn man with the lofty bearing, stepped from the carriage, a voice, quiet but distinct, broke the impressive stillness: "Hats off, Virginians!" Instantly every man stood uncovered.

Monday he went to trial. The Court Room in the old Custom House was packed. In the persons of representative men, North and South were there for his vindication of the charge of high treason. Were he guilty, then were we all of the South, and should be sentenced with him.

Reporters for Northern papers were present with their Southern brethren of scratch-pad and pencil. The jury-box was a novelty to Northerners. In it sat a motley crew of negroes and whites. For portrait in part of the presiding judge, I refer to the case of McVeigh vs. Underwood, as reported in Twenty-third Grattan, decided in favour of McVeigh. When the Federal Army occupied Alexandria, John C. Underwood used his position as United States District Judge to acquire the homestead, fully furnished, of Dr.

McVeigh, then in Richmond. He confiscated it to the United States, denied McVeigh a hearing, sold it, bought it in his wife's name for $2,850 when it was worth not less than $20,000, and had her deed it to himself.

The first time thereafter that Dr. McVeigh met the able jurist face to face on a street in Richmond, the good doctor, one of the most amiable of men, before he knew what he was doing, slapped the able jurist over and went about his business; whereupon, the Honourable the United States Circuit Court picked himself up and went about his, which was sitting in judgment on cases in equity. In 1873, Dr. McVeigh's home was restored to him by law, the United States Supreme Court p.r.o.nouncing Underwood's course "a blot upon our jurisprudence and civilisation." Underwood was in possession when he presided at the trial of Jefferson Davis.

[Ill.u.s.tration: AN HISTORICAL PEt.i.t JURY

This is the Pet.i.t Jury impaneled to try President Jefferson Davis, being the first mixed Pet.i.t Jury ever impaneled in the United States. Judge Underwood, not Chief Justice Chase, presided.]

His personal appearance has been described as "repellant; his head drooping; his hair long; his eyes s.h.i.+fty and unpleasing, and like a basilisk's; his clothes ill-fitting;" he "came into court, fawning, creeping, shuffling; ascended the bench in a manner awkward and ungainly; lifted his head like a turtle." "Hear ye! hear ye! Silence is commanded while the Honourable the United States Circuit Court is in session!" calls the crier on this May morning.

General Burton, with soldierly simplicity, transfers the prisoner from the military to the civil power; Underwood embarra.s.ses the officer and shames every lawyer present by a fatuous response abasing the bench before the bayonet. Erect, serene, undefiant, surrounded by mighty men of the Northern and Southern bar--O'Conor, Reed, Shea, Randolph Tucker, Ould--Jefferson Davis faces his judge, his own clear, fearless glance meeting squarely the "basilisk eye."

The like of Underwood's charge to the jury was never heard before in this land. It caused one long blush from Maine to Texas, Ma.s.sachusetts to California; and resembled the Spanish War that came years after in that it gave Americans a common grievance. This poor, political bigot thought to please his Northern hearers by describing Richmond as "comely and s.p.a.cious as a goodly apple on a gilded sepulchre where b.l.o.o.d.y treason flourished its whips of scorpions" and a "place where licentiousness has ruled until a majority of the births are illegitimate," and "the pulpit prost.i.tuted by full-fed gay Lotharios." But the thing is too loathsome to quote! Northern reporters said it was not a charge, took no cognisance of the matter before the Court, was a "vulgar, inflammatory stump speech." The "New York Herald" p.r.o.nounced it "The strangest mixture of drivel and nonsense that ever disgraced a bench," and "without a parallel, with its foul-mouthed abuse of Richmond." "A disgrace to the American bench," declared the "New York World." "He has brought shame upon the entire bench of the country, for to the people of other countries he is a representative of American judges."

There was no trial. Motion was made and granted for a continuance of the case to November, and bail given in bond for $100,000, which Horace Greeley signed first, the crowd cheering him as he went up to write his name, which was followed by signatures of other well-known men of both sections. "The Marshal will discharge the prisoner!" a n.o.ble sentence in the judge's mouth at last! Applause shakes the Court Room. Men surge forward; Mr. Davis is surrounded; his friends, his lawyers, his sureties, crowd about him; the North and the South are shaking hands; a love-feast is on. Human nature is at its best. The prisoner is free. When he appears on the portico the crowd grows wild with joy. Somebody wrote North that they heard the old "Rebel yell" once more, and that something or other unpleasant ought to be done to us because we would "holler" like that whenever we got excited.

It looks as if his carriage will never get back to the Spotswood, people press about him so, laughing, crying, congratulating, cheering. Negroes climb upon the carriage steps, shaking his hand, kissing it, shouting: "G.o.d bless Mars Davis!" No man was ever more beloved by negroes he owned or knew.

The South was unchained. The South was set free. No! That fall the first election at which negroes voted and whites--the majority disqualified by test-oath provision--did not vote, was held to send delegates to a convention presided over by John C. Underwood. This convention--the Black and Tan--made a new Const.i.tution for the Old Dominion.

"If black men will riot, I will fear that emanc.i.p.ation is a failure." So spoke the great abolitionist, Gerrit Smith, from the pulpit of the Old African Church Tuesday night after the Davis trial. "Riots in Richmond, Charleston, and New Orleans have made me sick at heart." On the platform with him were Horace Greeley, Governor Pierpont, Colonel Lewis and Judge Underwood. His audience consisted of negroes, prominent white citizens of Richmond, Federal officers and their wives. The negroes, as ready to be swayed by good advice as bad, listened attentively to the wisest, most conservative addresses they had heard from civilians of the North, or than they were again to hear for a long time. Gerrit Smith, who was pouring out his money like water for their education, told them:

"I do not consider the white people of the South traitors. The South is not alone responsible for slavery. Northern as well as Southern s.h.i.+ps brought negroes to this sh.o.r.e. When Northern States pa.s.sed laws abolis.h.i.+ng slavery in their borders, Northern people brought their negroes down here and sold them before those laws could take effect. I have been chased in the North by a pro-slavery mob--never in the South." Referring to the South's impoverished condition, he said he wished the Federal Government would give the section six years' exemption from the Federal tax to make rapid rehabilitation possible. He plead for harmony between races; urged whites to encourage blacks by selling lands to them cheap; urged blacks to frugality, industry, sobriety; plead with them not to drink. "Why cannot you love the whites among whom you have been born and raised?" he asked.

"We do! we do!" cried the poor darkeys who had yelled, "We will! we will!"

when Hayward was inciting them to mischief.

Horace Greeley said: "I have heard in Richmond that coloured people would not buy homes or lands because they are expecting these through confiscation. Believe me, friends, you can much sooner earn a home.

Confiscation is a slow, legal process. (Underwood had not found it so.) Thaddeus Stevens, the great man who leads the movement--and perhaps one of the greatest men who ever sat in Congress--is the only advocate of such a course, among all our representatives and senators. If it has not taken place in the two years since the war, we may not hope for it now. Famine, disaster, and deadly feuds would follow confiscation." His voice, too, was raised against calling Southern whites "traitors." "This seems to me," he said, "to brand with the crime of treason--of felony--millions of our fellow-countrymen."

It is to be said in reference to one part of Gerrit Smith's advice, that Southerners were only too ready to sell their lands at any price or on any terms to whoever would buy. Had the negroes applied the industrial education which they then possessed they might have become owners of half the territory of the South. Politicians and theorists who diverted negroid energies into other channels were unconsciously serving Nature's purpose, the preservation of the Anglo-Saxon race. Upon every measure that might thwart that purpose, Nature seems to smile serenely, turning it to reverse account.

A lively account of the seating of the first negro in the Congress of the United States was contained in a letter of February, 1870, from my friend, Miss Winfield, stopping in Was.h.i.+ngton. "Revels," she wrote, "occupies the seat of Jefferson Davis. The Republicans made as much of the ceremony as possible. To me it was infinitely sad, and infinitely absurd. We run everything in the ground in America. Here, away from the South, where the tragedy of it all is not so oppressively before me and where I see only the political clap-trap of the whole African business, I am p.r.o.ne to lose sight of the graver side and find things simply funny."