Those with the greatest stake in the
outcome of the Civil War were
those held in bondage. While the protection, preservation,
and extension of slavery clearly the main motivation for Southern secession, Northerners were divided on abolition. As Abraham
Lincoln understood in the early days
of the conflict, he could only rally support for a war in defense of the Union. Only as the war dragged on was he able to sell freeing the slaves in the rebellious states as a war measure to damage the Confederate
economy.
Despite this, whenever Union armies approached, slaves left their plantations to cross the
lines. At first many were returned to their masters. Later many were impressed into work gangs for
the Army. General Benjamin Butler declared them contraband of war, forfeited as property by masters in rebellion.
Later men were enlisted into segregated regiments and sent into battle.
Still, slavery was protected
in the Border States, an inducement for them to remain loyal. Finally, at war’s end slavery was abolished
by Constitutional Amendment.
Most freed slaves were illiterate—teaching servants to read and write was, after all, a crime. Few were able,
or had the means to comment on their condition in printed poetry, although a rich oral tradition of songs and tales was passed down. In the North and in pockets of the South, there was an educated elite of Free
Blacks. These folks had the education and opportunity to commit
literature.
One such educated woman was Francis Ellen Watkins, born on
September 24, 1825 of free parents in Baltimore,
Maryland. She was educated at the Academy for Negro Youth operated by her uncle and nurtured in
the African Methodist Episcopal Church. While working as a domestic for a Quaker
family, she was given access to
their extensive library and began writing poetry that was occasionally printed in local newspapers. By 1845 she was able to publish a collection of
verse, Autumn Leaves, later re-issued as Forest Leaves. Another
collection, Poems on Miscellaneous
Subjects, published ten years
later drew critical attention and praise.
After relocating first to Ohio and then to Pennsylvania, Watkins took to the lecture circuit in the 1850’s in support of abolition, women’s
rights, and temperance.
Like other Black writers of the time, before and
during the Civil War Watkins was not
writing for her own people, but
for a largely white audience. The purpose
of her verse was to prove that people of color were capable of the same high and lofty
sentiments as could be found in the pages of genteel magazines. To this
end, she adopted the formal and sentimental style of the age.
Later Black critics would dismiss her work on this account
although after the War she contributed
to the growing Black press as well
as writing for White audiences. In 1859
Watkins voiced her support for John Brown, personally comforted his wife before his execution,
and even smuggled a letter to her hero in prison. It read in part:
In the name of the young girl sold from the warm clasp of a mother’s arms to the clutches of a libertine or profligate,—in the name of the slave mother, her heart rocked to and fro by the agony of her mournful separations,—I thank you, that you have been brave enough to reach out your hands to the crushed and blighted of my race.
On the eve of the Civil War Watkins married Fenton Harper, a widower with three children and moved with him back to Ohio where she bore a daughter. Her husband died
in 1864 and she moved back to Philadelphia, which would remain her home the
rest of her long life. There she joined the local Unitarian Church, grateful for
its support in the causes of abolition and equal
rights for Blacks in the South. She kept up that membership,
although she also remained close
with her African Methodist Episcopal roots.
At war’s
end she toured the South speaking to
large crowds of Freedmen urging the necessity
of education and the virtues of sobriety, marital fidelity, and faith.
Harper
also became a noted advocate for Women’s Suffrage. She campaigned in support of the Fourteenth Amendment, despite its failure to include women in its protections.
A prolific writer, she
frequently contributed articles to Black journals as well as poetry and stories
to the popular press.
Among her
books was the story of Moses in verse, The Story of the Nile published in 1869. She often returned to Moses in subsequent
writing and helped popularize the metaphor of the Exodus story for
the journey of Blacks to freedom. In
1872 Sketches on Southern Life Harper recounted tales of Reconstruction
through the eyes of an elderly woman.
She also wrote popular romance novels
with mixed race heroines.
Harper
became the Philadelphia and Pennsylvania
Superintendent of the Colored Section of the Women’s Christian Temperance Union;
(WCTU), helped found the National
Association of Colored Women, and was active
in the Universal Peace Union. Late in life she collaborated with Ida B. Welles in her crusade against lynching.
Harper
died in 1911, unable to see women get the vote.
Despite her contributions and accomplishments, her old fashion writing
style led to her being largely forgotten. Her gravestone
in Philadelphia was long since toppled
and unattended before admirers
recently erected a new stone.
Bible
Defense of Slavery, written on the eve of the Civil War,
was typical of her work. It was a scathing attack on the use of Christianity to justify slavery.
Bible Defense of Slavery
Take sackcloth of the darkest dye
And shroud the pulpits round!
Servants of Him that cannot lie,
Sit mourning on
the ground.
Let holy horror blanch each cheek,
Pale every brow with fears;
And rocks and stones, if ye could
speak,
Ye well might melt to tears!
Let sorrow breathe in every tone,
In every strain ye
raise;
Insult not God’s majestic throne
With th’ mockery of praise.
A “reverend” man, whose light should
be
The guide of age
and youth,
Brings to the shrine of Slavery
The sacrifice of truth!
For the direst wrong by man imposed,
Since Sodom’s
fearful cry,
The word of life has been unclos’d,
To give your God the lie.
Oh! When ye pray for heathen lands,
And plead for
their dark shores,
Remember Slavery’s cruel hands
Make heathens at your doors!
—Francis Ellen Watkins Harper
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