One Mans Epic Letter to His Former Slave Owner.....

[OldUSAFSniper]

Slavery. The absolute greatest, deepest sin and blemish that this nation has upon its great and unrivaled history. Those that deny slavery and its toll do so out of an unwillingness to admit and comprehend man's ability to be at his absolute darkest. Like those that would deny the holocaust, it becomes easier to gloss over or dismiss the atrocities than to purposefully address them and their origins. There is nothing in God's universe that could logically defend such an institution. It must never be forgotten and it must never be minimalized. Those that would apologize for such evil cannot be taken seriously.

I have never read the letter before and found it compelling...

 

[Asclepias]

A slave that knew how to read and write



and I love how he used modern English as well

Modern english?

Yes

Get a real letter from that time and you will see the difference

Unless you think that's a real letter.

Do you have proof its not a real letter?

 

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A slave that knew how to read and write



and I love how he used modern English as well

Modern english?

Yes

Get a real letter from that time and you will see the difference

Unless you think that's a real letter.

You guys just confirmed that you often say things that you really dont know the answer too. And instead of Google, you simply make up something.

One click would've showed this

 

[Asclepias]

A slave that knew how to read and write



and I love how he used modern English as well

Modern english?

Yes

Get a real letter from that time and you will see the difference

Unless you think that's a real letter.

You guys just confirmed that you often say things that you really dont know the answer too. And instead of Google, you simply make up something.

One click would've showed this

I knew someone would play the ultimate idiot and say or imply it was a fake.

 

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Its crazy, I included the link and everything and instead of finding out themselves they prefer to look stupid and willfully ignorant. They couldve typed "freed slave letter to master" and even found it.

But they prefer to lie and or giggle when they dont know

 

[Asclepias]

Its crazy, I included the link and everything and instead of finding out themselves they prefer to look stupid and willfully ignorant. They couldve typed "freed slave letter to master" and even found it.

But they prefer to lie and or giggle when they dont know

Bad little girls.

 

[HereWeGoAgain]

Good thing Herewego is familar with the vernacular of that day

Go read some letters from that era written by white people.
Maybe his lack of education threw me off.

 

[CrusaderFrank]

Sounds a lot like the "Criming While White" website

 

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Good thing Herewego is familar with the vernacular of that day

Go read some letters from that era written by white people.
Maybe his lack of education threw me off.

No it was just the fault of your lack of education, sorry

 

[Nutz]

Good thing Herewego is familar with the vernacular of that day

N1gger...that is his vernacular. It is universal in his little head.

 

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I wonder who wrote the letter for him....

First he didnt write it because it was too good....Then...

Maybe his lack of education threw me off.

It was really bad

 

[Asclepias]

Good thing Herewego is familar with the vernacular of that day

N1gger...that is his vernacular. It is universal in his little head.

I think that herewego was raped by a black guy in his youth. He has some weird ideas about Black people every since that incident.

 

[HereWeGoAgain]

Good thing Herewego is familar with the vernacular of that day

Go read some letters from that era written by white people.
Maybe his lack of education threw me off.

No it was just the fault of your lack of education, sorry

Actually it's more about not giving a rats ass about what happened to some dude 150 years ago.

 

[Nutz]

I wonder who wrote the letter for him....

First he didnt write it because it was too good....Then...

Maybe his lack of education threw me off.

It was really bad

Racists have no logic...I thought you knew that.

 

[Asclepias]

Good thing Herewego is familar with the vernacular of that day

Go read some letters from that era written by white people.
Maybe his lack of education threw me off.

No it was just the fault of your lack of education, sorry

Actually it's more about not giving a rats ass about what happened to some dude 150 years ago.

That must be why you commented on the thread.

 

[Meathead]

Priceless is all I can say. I cant comprehend the level of self entitlement and self delusion the former slave owner has. The slave owner actually has the nerve to write his former slave and ask him to come back to the plantation after he was freed by the Union army. Here is the emancipated mans epic and sarcastic answer.

There Was Never Any Pay-day For the Negroes Jourdon Anderson Demands Wages

Dayton, Ohio, August 7, 1865

To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee

Sir: I got your letter and was glad to find you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Col. Martin’s to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.

I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me. I am doing tolerably well here; I get $25 a month, with victuals and clothing; have a comfortable home for Mandy, —the folks here call her Mrs. Anderson),—and the children—Milly, Jane and Grundy—go to school and are learning well; the teacher says Grundy has a head for a preacher. They go to Sunday- School, and Mandy and me attend church regularly. We are kindly treated; sometimes we overhear others saying, “Them colored people were slaves” down in Tennessee. The children feel hurt when they hear such remarks, but I tell them it was no disgrace in Tennessee to belong to Col. Anderson. Many darkies would have been proud, as I used to be, to call you master. Now, if you will write and say what wages you will give me, I will be better able to decide whether it would be to my advantage to move back again.

As to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in 1864 from the Provost- Marshal- General of the Department of Nashville. Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you are sincerely disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars. Add to this the interest for the time our wages has been kept back and deduct what you paid for our clothing and three doctor’s visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to. Please send the money by Adams Express, in care of V. Winters, Esq., Dayton, Ohio. If you fail to pay us for faithful labors in the past we can have little faith in your promises in the future. We trust the good Maker has opened your eyes to the wrongs which you and your fathers have done to me and my fathers, in making us toil for you for generations without recompense. Here I draw my wages every Saturday night, but in Tennessee there was never any pay-day for the Negroes any more than for the horses and cows. Surely there will be a day of reckoning for those who defraud the laborer of his hire.

In answering this letter please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starve, and die if it comes to that, than have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters. You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood, the great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits.

P.S. —Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.

From your old servant,

Jourdon Anderson

Are we supposed to believe that blacks could write that articulately today, let alone 1865?

Epic Fail.

More jungle-bunny civilizations, at least those are fairy-tale fails.

 

[Nutz]

Good thing Herewego is familar with the vernacular of that day

N1gger...that is his vernacular. It is universal in his little head.

I think that herewego was raped by a black guy in his youth. He has some weird ideas about Black people every since that incident.

Raped, beat up...who knows. The only thing we do know is that he is ignorant, racist, a hypocrite, and lacking in the intelligence arena.

 

[CrusaderFrank]

One Mans Epic Letter to His Former Slave Owner.....

Dear Former Slave Owner, I Googled you on the Internet....

 

[007]

Priceless is all I can say. I cant comprehend the level of self entitlement and self delusion the former slave owner has. The slave owner actually has the nerve to write his former slave and ask him to come back to the plantation after he was freed by the Union army. Here is the emancipated mans epic and sarcastic answer.

There Was Never Any Pay-day For the Negroes Jourdon Anderson Demands Wages

Dayton, Ohio, August 7, 1865

To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee

Sir: I got your letter and was glad to find you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Col. Martin’s to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.

I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me. I am doing tolerably well here; I get $25 a month, with victuals and clothing; have a comfortable home for Mandy, —the folks here call her Mrs. Anderson),—and the children—Milly, Jane and Grundy—go to school and are learning well; the teacher says Grundy has a head for a preacher. They go to Sunday- School, and Mandy and me attend church regularly. We are kindly treated; sometimes we overhear others saying, “Them colored people were slaves” down in Tennessee. The children feel hurt when they hear such remarks, but I tell them it was no disgrace in Tennessee to belong to Col. Anderson. Many darkies would have been proud, as I used to be, to call you master. Now, if you will write and say what wages you will give me, I will be better able to decide whether it would be to my advantage to move back again.

As to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in 1864 from the Provost- Marshal- General of the Department of Nashville. Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you are sincerely disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars. Add to this the interest for the time our wages has been kept back and deduct what you paid for our clothing and three doctor’s visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to. Please send the money by Adams Express, in care of V. Winters, Esq., Dayton, Ohio. If you fail to pay us for faithful labors in the past we can have little faith in your promises in the future. We trust the good Maker has opened your eyes to the wrongs which you and your fathers have done to me and my fathers, in making us toil for you for generations without recompense. Here I draw my wages every Saturday night, but in Tennessee there was never any pay-day for the Negroes any more than for the horses and cows. Surely there will be a day of reckoning for those who defraud the laborer of his hire.

In answering this letter please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starve, and die if it comes to that, than have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters. You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood, the great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits.

P.S. —Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.

From your old servant,

Jourdon Anderson

 

[Asclepias]

Good thing Herewego is familar with the vernacular of that day

N1gger...that is his vernacular. It is universal in his little head.

I think that herewego was raped by a black guy in his youth. He has some weird ideas about Black people every since that incident.

Raped, beat up...who knows. The only thing we do know is that he is ignorant, racist, a hypocrite, and lacking in the intelligence arena.

He told me his lice infestation drives him crazy at times. That may be part of his issue. If he shaved the fur off his back maybe the lice would go away.