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Cheryl's Daily Diatribe: Wednesday, October 30, 2002
Is It the Beginning of the End for America?
There was a time dolphins and science were more important than
people today nobody cares about either as much as they use to...
for a hot minute.
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An America Apart
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FW: harvard and the black educational elite >>POV: harvard and the black educational elite
Harvard: The Strange Career of a Troublesome Institution By Shelton Amstrod
Issue Number 19 - December 5, 2002
There is not a more coveted degree by the status-starved Black elite than that which is
intellectualism can lay claim to having stamped a goodly number of government and
industry leaders with its crimson imprimatur. A negro wearing a Harvard brand has
always earned special attention of the masses, mostly because of the white custom
of unilaterally elevating its negro matriculants to race leadership.
currently touring the lecture circuit telling whites for $25 a head that there is no longer.
any word that is objectionable in describing the Black race
has served to raise a deeper issue still. An internet search of Randall Kennedy reveals that
every single mention of this white man's trusty ne'er-do-well is appended to an equally
prominent mention of his affiliation with Harvard - an inferential certification of
Kennedy as a racial authority.
A study of early Black nomenclature reveals that emerging from the American slave
system, Blacks often took the name of the white man who had enslaved them as their
new surname. Thus, the former "Toby, President Washington's nigger" became Toby
Washington, and so forth. Kennedy has linked himself to Harvard - and they to him -
in precisely the same way, making themselves just as responsible for Nigger:
The Strange Career of a Troublesome Word as the nigger himself.
So, what is Harvard University to Black folks? And why have so many Blacks with
suspect motives, and having no organic relationship to any Black institution, been
placed in front of Blacks to speak on Blacks' behalf? Maybe it is time to examine the
legacy of this institution to understand the nature of those Blacks who so proudly wear
its brand. Such Blacks continue to be given extraordinary access to public airwaves to
opine on and interpret the Black condition for white America. More than a generation
ago Adam Clayton Powell confidently asserted that Harvard has "ruined more negroes
than bad whiskey." A brief racial history of America's intellectual Vatican puts its
special role, and Powell's biting assessment, in proper context.
Harvard College was founded in 1636 (just six years after the settlement of Boston)
with the intent of academically assisting the clergy in their attempts to brainwash the
Massachusetts Indians into accepting white European customs and religious beliefs.
In this they were wholly unsuccessful, having only graduated one Indian, who died just
a year later. Once conversion failed, the ol' Pilgrim/Puritan standby of massacres and
mayhem was employed, and the Red man was no longer welcome at Harvard. Thus, in
1698 Harvard tore down its "Indian College" and used the bricks to construct the new
Stoughton College--named for the family of the man who has been "credited" with the
annihilation of the Pequot Indians in 1637.
Quiet as it's kept, the slave trade was the primary economic force in the development
of Boston's elite, and most of that class were trained at Harvard. Puritan minister and
president of Harvard (1685-1701) Increase Mather held African slaves. Benjamin
Wadsworth, president from 1725-1737, was a member of one of the leading
slaveholding families in New England. "Servants are very Wicked," he once wrote,
"when they are LAZY and IDLE in their Masters Service. The Slothful Servant is justly
called Wicked..." In 1756, the First Parish Church at Cambridge was made off-limits to
Blacks when Harvard officials objected to their sitting in the gallery. In 1773 Harvard
hosted a debate in which Blacks were defined as "a conglomerate of child, idiot and
madman." Many of the early ship-owning slave traders of New England sent their
children to Harvard, as did many of the Southern plantation owners. The grand wizard
of the Massachusetts Ku Klux Klan graduated from Harvard in 1853. One of the most
viciously anti-Black newspapers in Boston history was run by a Harvard graduate.
A host of paragons of race hate acquired their intellectual bearings at this Cambridge
center of white supremacy, including many icons of American history. John Adams,
Samuel Adams, Josiah Quincy, Theodore Roosevelt, to name a few, have proudly
ascended to the upper echelon of America's racial villainy. John Adams "shuddered at
the doctrine" of racial equality and spoke in Hitlerian terms of "quieting the Indians
forever." Samuel Adams and Josiah Quincy both enslaved Black Africans.
Roosevelt voiced the common Harvard creed that Blacks were backward savages
who needed strong white rule to bring them into civilization. The Africans, this
Harvard-trained American president believed, were "ape-like, naked savages, who
dwell in the woods and prey on creatures not much wilder or lower than themselves."
Divinity school graduate Ralph Waldo Emerson asserted matter-of-factly that
"it is better to hold the negro one inch below water than one inch above it."
Harvard, a pillar of the Brahmin establishment, "did its best to stifle anti-slavery
[legislation]." When expelled German scholar Charles Follen sought refuge in
America, he found it on the Harvard faculty. But when he became an abolitionist in
1833, he was immediately fired. When Harvard graduate Charles Sumner criticized
slavery in a speech to the student body in 1848, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
recorded the reaction: "the shouts and hisses and the vulgar interruptions grated on
my ears." Two of the college's honorable presidents, Jared Sparks and Cornelius
Felton, were strong supporters of the notorious Fugitive Slave Bill, which aligned the
northern "free states" with the Southern slave-owners in apprehending runaway Black
slaves. When a Southern slaveholder came up to a Boston court to use the fugitive
slave law to reclaim "his slave" Anthony Burns, Harvard students acted as the
Distinguished Harvard graduate Lemuel Shaw was considered to be the most
influential state judge in American history. Shaw considered Blacks who escaped from
chattel slavery to be "fugitives from labor" and ordered their immediate return. When
two Black women were arrested in 1836 as escaped slaves, Shaw allowed the slave
catchers to correct their warrant so that they could re-arrest the Black women right in
his courtroom. The Blacks who came to court refused to stand by and allow for this
outrage and attempted to rescue the women. Shaw himself tried to stop them before
he was knocked to the floor during the successful escape.
As chief justice the Harvard-trained Shaw delivered the unanimous opinion of the
Massachusetts Supreme Court which upheld the legality of school segregation,
providing the basis for the doctrine of "separate but equal" - America's official racial
policy until 1954. Between 1872 and 1949 at least eleven state courts cited Shaw's
opinion to justify their own state's segregationist policies. (In 1956, when Virginia
Senator Robert Byrd read his infamous "Defiance: The Southern Manifesto" he was
joined by 19 Southern Senators and 70 Representatives, including J. William Fulbright
and Strom Thurmond. Byrd cited Shaw's opinion to buttress his last stand against the
Supreme Court's desegregation order.)
The many well-to-do Harvard students from Southern plantation families did not have to
long for the amenities of their beloved slavocracy; upon their arrival at the University
each cracker was given a Black servant they euphemistically called a "scout." All the
while Blacks served Harvard's white faculty and enrollees as janitors, custodians, and
waiters. The first record of these "scouts" at Harvard is noted by Samuel F. Batchelder,
in Bits of Harvard History, as he contemptuously recounts the tribulation of these unpaid,
overworked Harvard slaves:
What ebony face with rolling white eyeballs grins sheepishly at us
from this mildewed page? Who was this blackamoor who surreptitiously
helped himself to beer and (possibly under its influence) made so free
of little Sam Hough's bed? Have we not here the first darkey "scout"
of Harvard, progenitor of the whole tribe of college coons and great-
grandfather of all Memorial Hall waiters? What fluky breeze of
fortune wafted this dusky child of nature from a languorous coral
strand to the grim confines of Calvinistic Cambridge? Were colored
brethren already hanging round the Square looking for odd jobs ere
that classic forum had become clearly distinguishable from the
But always, Blacks seeking to better themselves attempted to break through Harvard's
rigid racial barriers. When three Black men attended lectures at the Medical School in
1850, groups of white students protested their presence and prevailed upon the faculty
to expel them. Harvard president Charles Eliot (term 1869-1909) stated his belief in
separate educational facilities for Blacks and whites and suggested that Harvard may
implement such a policy. He maintained - quite accurately - that the white man in the
North is no less averse to the mingling of races than his Southern counterpart.
Race hater Louis Agassiz, the dean of the Nazi-approved philosophy of scientific
racism, and for whom a Harvard campus building is currently named, warned fellow
whites, "Let us beware of granting too much to the negro race...lest it become
necessary hereafter to deprive them of some of the privileges which they may use to
their own and our detriment." Agassiz found his views of the Black man warmly
received and echoed by Harvard deans Henry Eustis, who considered Blacks "little
above beasts," and Nathaniel Shaler, who believed Blacks "unfit for an independent
place in a civilized state." In 1922-23, President A. Lawrence Lowell barred Blacks
from living in the freshman dormitories saying, "We have not thought it possible to
compel men of different races to reside together."
Around that time, Harvard's venerable newspaper, the Crimson, excitedly
announced the presence of the school's very own Ku Klux Klan chapter.
Without a trace of indignation, it trumpeted the KKK's campus membership drive.
The paper even promised to respect the secret identities of the KKK leaders, and
announced the possibility of the establishment of the branch of the KKK called
Kamelia, the female KKK, at Radcliffe. By 1960 Harvard was writing letters to
white students asking if they had problems with being assigned a Black roommate.
(Black students received no such "courtesy.") In the '80s, Bell Curve author, the now
dead Richard Herrnstein, successfully restored Harvard's white-hooded
intellectual tradition, which seemed tohave been usurped briefly by some loud
but ineffectual liberal '70s campus activism.
So, here comes Randall Kennedy, bookending this tradition to the
proud nods of his white campus puppeteers. Ultimately, those Blacks
who seek to append themselves to this corrupt legacy will suffer a
shameful disgrace. For increasing numbers of Blacks today are
in complete agreement with the great "uneducated" freedom fighter
Fannie Lou Hamer, who could not have been clearer when
recounting the battles she fought for political representation
in five minutes was the people with
a real good education. I don't understand
that - I really don't to save my life.
Them folks will sell you -they will sell your
mama, their mama, anybody else for a dollar.
--Fannie Lou Hamerback
Shelton Amstrod is a researcher and editor at CBIA Publishing in Detroit.
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Editors Note this is not the White nigger or "white Nigger" by Eastern Europen
jewish author Norman Maler or that Niggers crazo or nigger from Heavard or even
the white Keffer or desendant of mythical "Quean of Sheba" turned lumpin proll
darkeyover night http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/2944922.stm but she can
still earn some money for any white willing to exploite her.
This should be called a white nicer as the name is not what they called them selvse.
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Book Review Sex and Racism in America
Book Review. Sex and Racism in America by Calvin C. Hernton. I've
always been very curious why some people are against interracial ...
about time for a redo
Subject: FW: About the white nigger
Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2003 17:40:01 -0500
To: C <@.net>
From: D <@.com>
Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2003 18:47:09 +0000
Subject: FW: About the white nigger
T below is that link, about white slaves and the white nigger.....
be interested in hearing what you think about this....S
Subject: About the white nigger
Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2003 21:34:10 -0400
Know more about the "white nigger". An interesting
article from a website cataloguing a range of articles
about multiracial subject matter and cultural diversity.....
our American "founding fathers" might have been quite
out of their minds... ("might of?"...) Please read... shares
Jimmy Knepper, Versatile Jazz Trombonist,
Dies at 75 By PETER KEEPNEWS
Jimmy Knepper, a jazz trombonist best known for his productive but stormy association with Charles Mingus,
died on Saturday in Triadelphia, W.Va. He was 75.
The cause was complications of Parkinson's disease, his wife, Maxine, said yesterday from their Staten Island
home. Mr. Knepper was living temporarily at the home of his daughter, Robin Rios, in Triadelphia, Mrs. Knepper said.
Over the course of a career that began when he was in his teens, Mr. Knepper was a featured soloist in countless
bands, big and small. But his reputation as one of the most original trombonists of his generation rests largely on
the music he made with Mingus from 1957 to 1962.
Mr. Knepper's distinctively gruff sound and loose-limbed phrasing were essential elements in some of the most
celebrated albums by Mingus, the great bassist and composer, including "The Clown," "Tijuana Moods" and
"Mingus Ah Um."
The jazz critic Leonard Feather wrote that Mr. Knepper's "solos with Mingus are intricate, beautifully structured and
But relations between the plain-spoken Mr. Knepper and the notoriously volatile Mingus were often tense, and they
came to an abrupt and violent turning point during preparations for a New York concert in 1962. Mr. Knepper recalled
in a 1981 interview with Lee Jeske of Down Beat magazine that in the course of an argument about Mr. Knepper's
role as music copyist for the concert, Mingus "just kind of slapped me in the mouth," and the blow "just happened to
break off my incisor."
The injury seriously affected Mr. Knepper's embouchure; it took him several years to regain his full range on the
Mingus was convicted of third-degree assault (his sentence was suspended), and a fruitful collaboration was
seemingly ended forever. Surprisingly, though, Mr. Knepper worked with Mingus again in the 1970's, appearing on
the album "Let My Children Hear Music" in 1971, at a Carnegie Hall concert in 1976 and on the last three albums
Mingus recorded before his death in 1979.
Mr. Knepper characterized his return to the Mingus fold as a kind of grim inevitability.
"It was very depressing to think that I'm linked with this guy for the rest of my life," he told Down Beat in 1981,
referring to his earlier days with Mingus. "And now I feel the same way."
The link proved enduring: he spent much of the 1980's as a member of Mingus Dynasty, a group devoted to playing
Mingus's music and made up primarily of former Mingus sidemen.
James Minter Knepper was born in Los Angeles on Nov. 22, 1927. Although he was not yet 30 when he first worked
with Mingus, he was already a seasoned veteran, having spent time in several big bands, including those of Charlie
Barnet, Woody Herman and Claude Thornhill. During his five years with Mingus, he continued to work occasionally
for other bandleaders, most notably Stan Kenton. In 1960 he went to Africa with a small group led by the flutist
Herbie Mann, and in 1962 he was a member of the Benny Goodman ensemble that toured the Soviet Union.
Mr. Knepper recorded only occasionally as a leader or co-leader, and he never led a band of his own. But if he was
something less than a star, he was greatly admired by fellow musicians for his skill as an improviser and for his
ability to function comfortably and creatively in any context. He played in the pit bands of several Broadway musicals
and, from 1968 to 1974, with the Thad Jones-Mel Lewis Jazz Orchestra. Throughout the 80's and 90's he regularly
toured Europe as a freelance soloist.
In addition to his wife, Maxine, a former jazz trumpeter, and his daughter, Ms. Rios, he is survived by four
grandchildren. Mr. and Mrs. Knepper's son, Timothy, died in Los Angeles in 1991 at age 34, she said.
Mr. Knepper once said that jazz "shouldn't be taken very seriously" and that "in a
lot of ways, it's just shallow, superficial and pyrotechnical." But whether or not those
words were a true reflection of his feelings, he always played jazz with great passion
and fervor - even if he found it a less-than-ideal way to make a living.
"It's hard for a jazz musician to live a rational life, unless he has an independent
income or a busy maximum of work," he said in 1977. "You really have to be
dedicated to the music to be able to survive."
© New York Times, 1987
Will follow ED.
Counterintelligence: Recommended Tools
for Media Analysis
They Were White and They Were Slaves:
The Untold History of the Enslavement of
Whites in Early America by Michael A. II Hoffman
The Nub of IT..
"It all boils down to expensive books. Books all this stuff
is likely about books never written, things never said.
Why because real people have lives too complicated by
living to take the time to explain them, and then they die." ED
If they were a little swifter they would have figured out things, like voting & writing has
an accumulative effect on the people around you and where as I recon shooting people
and linching people up just changes the surface not the root cause which is not color
but attitudes about life, any one is suspect after the Donor Party, which was a warning
sign way back then, when the going gets tough the tough get there knife and forks.
Poverty breeds hate and so on
Knockemstiff, Ohio http://www.forgottenoh.com/knockemstiff.html
Attaboy hear is your "white" liberal, check out what she has to say..
"As a white woman in my early 50s..."
R@wman says" I love Shusi, and If they are so smart why can't
Flipper tell them how to keep out of the Tuna fisherman's nets.
FYI http://www.johnclilly.com/ John C Lilly
Thanks 2 Clayton Mystery of the Silver Rings
Project Delphis: Mystery of the Silver Rings Mystery of the Silver Rings. by Don White, Creator of Project Delphis.
The young dolphin gives a quick flip of her head, and an undulating ... http://www.earthtrust.org/delrings.html
by Don White, Creator of Project Delphis
The young dolphin gives a quick flip of her head, and an undulating silver ring appears--as if by magic--in front of her.
The ring is a solid, toroidal bubble two feet across--and yet it does not rise to the surface! It stands erect in the water
like the rim of a magic mirror, or the doorway to an unseen dimension. For long seconds the dolphin regards its
creation, from varying aspects and angles, with its vision and sonar. Seemingly making a judgement, the dolphin
then quickly pulls a small silver donut from the larger structure, which collapses into small bubbles. She then
"pushes" the donut, which stays just inches ahead of her rostrum, perhaps 20 feet over a period of up to 10 seconds.
Then, stopping again, she regards the twisting ring for a last time and bites it--causing it to collapse into a thousand
tiny bubbles which head--as they should--for the water's surface. After a few moments of reflection, she creates
This isn't fantasy, it's real. And it isn't magic, just marvelous. It is a rare dolphin behavior, and we first saw it in the
play of two baby dolphins. It gives us a little more insight into the superb level of control dolphins can exercise on
their water environment, and underscores the fact that we can still discover things about dolphins by simply
I first saw this behavior on one of my relatively rare trips out to the Delphis lab; the project's principle scientist Ken
Marten said that "the two babies, Tinkerbell and Maui" had been doing it for a little while. My reaction: "Wow, neato.
How the heck do they DO that? Try to get some photo and video shots of it. It sure is cool". Ken, along with Suchi
Psarakos, Research Assistant and computer programmer, did indeed document the silver rings (although video and
photos don't do the rings justice), and this has made it possible to both analyze the physics behind the phenomenon
and to watch the dolphins do this trick in slow-motion.
As it turned out, small silver rings weren't the only toys the dolphins were making for themselves: some of the
creations were as large as a basketball rim. And Tinkerbell proved able to create a silver helix, spiraling perhaps 20
feet long, that would spring into life in a fraction of a second and remain stable in the water as she swam past,
observing it with sonar and vision then--presto! she would grab a small silver ring from the helix to play with, while the
rest of the helix degraded into bubbles which would belatedly "remember" to rise to the surface.
This was a wonderful mystery to ponder. My attempts at re-creating the rings in a swimming pool succeeded only
in getting water up my nose, but my guesses were confirmed--with better and more rigorous explanation--by the
fluid dynamics class of Suchi's close friend Hans Ramm at Scripps Institute of Oceanography.
The silver rings, as it turns out, are "air-core vortex rings", and the helices are a similar phenomenon. Invisible,
spinning vortices in the water are generated from the tip of a dolphin's dorsal fin when it is moving rapidly and turning.
According to Hans: "Being unstable without a boundary nearby, the vortex line tends to form into a more stable form
such as a helix. When the dolphins break the line, the ends are drawn together into closed rings. Owing to the
Bernoulli effect, the higher velocity fluid around the core of the vortex is at a lower pressure than the fluid circulating
farther away. Air is injected into the rings via bubbles released from the dolphin's blowhole." The energy of the water
vortex is enough to keep the bubbles from rising for a reasonably long period--on the order of 10 seconds. There also
seems to be a separate mechanism for producing small rings, which a dolphin can accomplish by a quick flip of its
There is little doubt that this is what is occurring. However, understanding the physics should not diminish our
appreciation of this spontaneous act of creation by a dolphin mind. These young dolphins have detected, understood,
and manipulated a subtle aspect of their environment, for no reason other than play.
Creation of these rings by dolphins isn't new. (far from it--dolphins were probably blowing magnificent silver rings while
our anscestors were hanging off tree limbs). It does seem to be a relatively rare behavior, though: it has been seen
before only in specific group of dolphins documented by Diana Reiss and Jan Ostman at Marine World. "The fact
that ring-blowing is rare and that we have two babies doing it suggests that one baby learned it from the other",
comments Ken Marten. "Whether it was a case of observational learning, or one "taught" the other, we don't know...
but it'd sure be interesting to know."
The social situation also seems to affect ring-blowing: " The babies made them most intensely when they were the
only two dolphins in the tank and when there was only one adult. The behavior stopped entirely when they were
outnumbered by adults, " observed Suchi. "During one intense session with Tinkerbell there were often two or
three rings visible in the tank at one time. She frequently swam over to me in an excited state, then went and
made some more."
The reaction to our documentation of these rings has been universal--people are fascinated by them. Dr. Ken Norris,
the world's leading expert on dolphins, had never seen it before. Robert Wolff of Apple Computer's Advanced Design
Group made a "quicktime" movie of ring-blowing for display on Mac computers. Arthur C. Clarke, Earthtrust Advisory
Board member, thought they were wonderful--but debated my offered contention that they might be the first
"extraterrestrial art", pointing to interesting "artistic" achievements by other nonhuman animals.
For myself, I do consider these rings to be "art": the creation and observation of artifacts by a nonhuman mind,
with no use other than entertainment and aesthetics. One must be constantly wary not to anthropomorphize the
actions of other species-- to treat them as though they were human. But after watching a dolphin create one of
these kinetic sculptures--observe it from many angles--and then destroy it with a bite--it seems a long leap of
logic to ascribe any other motive.
This can, and will, be debated... but the beauty of the rings is beyond debate. As evidence mounts for "self
awareness" and other "intelligent" qualities in dolphins, I think that it must cause us again to ask the question:
what are these creatures, that they spin silver lariats for the sheer joy of creation? And what sort of creatures
are we, if we cannot appreciate and protect them?
"Which leads us to another R@wman Rant on Race and Religion.
So Why Do You Think They Called It The Dark Ages ?ED.
All one Die off Blow Back Gang!
"The notion that a radical is one who hates his country is
naive and usually idiotic. He is, more likely, one who likes
his country more than the rest of us, and is thus more
disturbed than the rest of us when he sees it debauched
He is not a bad citizen turning to crime; he is a good citizen
driven to despair. " -- H.L. Mencken
Water as fuel?
Your American past
The Bone of It...
by Lawrence R. Tenzer
October/November © 2001
Charles Mackay, a Scottish journalist, visited a slave auction where he had the following memorable encounter:
"One man--who to my inexperienced eyes seemed as white as myself, and whom I at once put down in my
own mind as an Irishman, of the purest quality of the county of Cork--got up from his seat as I passed, and
asked me to buy him."
"I am a good gardener, your honour," said he, with an unmistakable brogue. "I am also a bit of a carpenter, and
can look after the horses, and do any sort of odd job about the house."
"But you are joking," said I; "you are an Irishman?"
"My father was an Irishman," he said. At this moment the slave-dealer and owner of the depot came up. "Is there
not a mistake here?" I inquired. "This is a white man." "His mother was a nigger," he replied. "We have sometimes
much whiter men for sale than he is. Look at his hair and lips. There is no mistake about him."
Mackay was a Scotsman who had experienced a virtually white, brogue-speaking Irishman as a slave. Feeling
disgusted, he related that he "longed to get into the open air to breathe the purer atmosphere." A similar reaction
to that of Mackay was had by a Mr. C. (identified only by this first initial) who visited a slave auction in Georgia with
his friend, New England physician Charles G. Parsons. The following is their particularly eloquent and telling account:
"We saw a handbill in the bar-room in which forty-four female slaves were advertised for sale. Stepping out
into the street, we found those girls sitting on the sidewalks. At the farther end of the row was a very beautiful girl,
apparently perfectly white, and neatly dressed. The moment Mr. C. looked at her, he exclaimed, 'What do you think
that white girl is sitting there with those negroes for?' "
"I presume she is a slave, sir," said I.
"That can't be!" replied Mr. C.,-- "just look at her! Why I never saw a prettier girl in my life."
Now Mr. C. had heard that likely quadroons are held as slaves and sold in the market; but he had never believed
that a young lady, so entirely American, so elegant in form and feature, so intellectual in appearance, with pure
blueeyes, and the perfect red and white Caucassian complexion, was in the same degraded condition as the
African girl....he was unprepared to believe it, when I said to him, "she is a slave, sir!"...Still incredulous, Mr. C.
stepped up to the drover and asked, "Is that white girl a slave, sir?"
"That's not a white girl; she is a nigger, sir," replied the drover...
"What do you ask for her?" inquired Mr. C.
"I was offered 1800 dollars for her last night. I want 2000 for her."...
"Why can that white girl--"
"That isn't a white girl; that's a nigger, sir, I tell you," interrupted the drover, contemptuously. At the same time he
removed a woolen cap from her head, which exposed the light brown hair, and added, "you see her hair is waved."
This is regarded as evidence that African blood is mingled with the white. Mr. C. had now become excited, and he
exclaimed-- "Well, then, can that white nigger do more work than one of your black niggers, that you ask so much
more for her?"
"Oh no;" replied the drover,--and perceiving that Mr. C. did not comprehend the superior value of female beauty to
physical ability in a slave, he added-- "but you know she is a high priced fancy girl."
"By heavens!" vociferated Mr. C.,"'it is too bad!" and turning to me with his clinched hands raised towards the
heavens, he added, "I will never say another word against the abolitionists, so long as God lets me live!"
With so many white slaves throughout the South, it is not surprising that curiosity would exist as to their ability to
escape North and there pass into white society. Such an inquiry was made by Frederick Law Olmsted, a reporter
for the New York Times who traveled extensively throughout the slave states. During a visit to a plantation in the
spring of 1854, he recorded a dialogue he had with two overseers. One of them pointed out a slave while she was
working in the field and said, "That one is pure white; you see her hair?" (It was straight and sandy.) ... It was not
uncommon, he said, to see slaves so white that they could not be easily distinguished from pure-blooded whites....
"Now," said I, "if that girl should dress herself well, and run away, would she be suspected of being a slave?
(I could see nothing myself by which to distinguish her, as she passed, from an ordinary poor white girl.)"
"Oh, yes; you might not know her if she got to the North, but any of us would know her."
"By her language and manners."
"But if she had been brought up as [a] house-servant?"
"Perhaps not in that case."
"The other thought there would be no difficulty; you could always see a slave girl quail when you looked in her eyes."
Olmsted also took note of white slaves in a group of people of color he saw in Richmond who were dressed
in Sunday finery. "Nearly a fourth part seemed to me to have lost all African peculiarity of feature....
There was no indication of their belonging to a subject race, except that they invariably gave way to the
white people they met."
As explained earlier, the term mulatto could be used to denote a person who looked white in appearance.
The term quadroon (or quatroon), even though literally one who was three-fourths white, when used in New
Orleans could mean the same thing. Visitors to that city commented on the virtual whiteness of many of the
so-called quadroons. Isaac Holmes, an Englishman who traveled in America for four years, recollected that
"although the term quatroon would infer a person of three-fourths white extraction, yet all between the colour
of a mulatto and a white acquire in New Orleans this appellation.
Some, indeed, are to all appearance perfectly white." George William Featherstonhaugh left from Maryland
and toured throughout the slave states. He also saw the New Orleans quadroons. "A woman may be as fair
as any European, and have no symptom of negro blood in her," Featherstonhaugh stated, "but if it can be
proved that she has one drop of negro blood in her vein s, the laws do not permit her to contract a marriage
with a white man; and as her children would be illegitimate, the men do not contract marriages with them.
" Reverend Philo Tower from New England wrote of "the life of a mulatto girl, or a quadroon, as they are called"
with some having "clear, beautiful white skin, with rosy cheeks, making the very perfection of loveliness and
beauty...forbidden by the rules of society to hold rank above the lowest, blackest slave." The actor George
Vandenhoff said of the New Orleans quadroon, "Some of them showed no tinge of their descent at all; but
could boast complexions--not blondes, certainly, but--of Anglo-American whiteness. Yet, all these girls had
in their blood the fatal taint of Afric's sun; though, in some, it was diluted, by admixture, to an infinitesimal
point, that required the nicest eye to detect it--if, indeed, it could be detected at all."
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While You are at it why don't you kill the bullshit. ED.
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We have two cats of our own, plus assorted neighbor cats that come to enjoy the only dog-free yard in the neighborhood.
Our two cats are sisters, born around late May 1989. They are both "big ten-pound kitties" and were named for jazz
vocalist and pianist Mose Alison.
Mose, the black cat, is the dominant of the pair. She is sleek and trim, with a triangular face; her only white hairs form
a sparse ring around her neck.
She is talkative and demanding. In fact, she's probably annoying me right now.
Ally, the round-faced tortoiseshell, is sweet but dumb. She's not a very bright cat, but she is affectionate. Her sister
beats on her regularly, but occasionally she gets her own in.
Orange Kitty is the neighborhood stray who has found food and tolerance on our front porch. Orange kitty sleeps on the roof.
Q: Dont you hate this sort of corny stuff?
A: No. People got feelings look at how they "love" there pets...
And they give them names, I knew a girl that named her gold fish Mingus
not very original but she liked it and what am I suppose to do get all
confused about who is who ...