Sunday, November 30, 2008

December 2, 1859 - "Day of Mourning"

For your contemplation on this day of reflection ~

On December 2, 1859, the day of Brown’s execution, African Americans and abolitionists observed a "Day of Mourning" to honor his martyrdom. Gathering in churches and meeting halls that night, they used speeches, proclamations, and songs both to commemorate Brown and to call for further action to advance the abolitionist cause. In Boston, nearly four thousand abolitionist supporters, both black and white, gathered in and outside the Tremont Temple. J. Sella Martin, pastor of Joy Street Baptist Church and former pastor (and first African-American pastor) of Tremont Temple, addressed the crowd and defended both Brown’s methods and the caution of the Virginia slaves who refrained from joining his armed stand.


Mr. President, Ladies and Gentlemen, -Today a solemn question has been asked this nation. The Pilate of Providence has asked America-" Whom will you that I deliver unto you - the Barabbas of Slavery, or the John Brown of Freedom?" And, intimidated by the false majesty of despotic enactments, which have usurped the place of Christianity, corrupted by a false policy, and stung to phrenzy by the insinuations of our political high priests, we have cried out, as a nation-"Release unto us the Barabbas of Slavery, and destroy John Brown." And, true to this horrible, this atrocious request, John Brown has been offered up. Thank God, he said, "I am ready to be offered up."

Men say that his life was 'a failure.' I remember the story of one of the world's moral heroes, whose life was just such a "failure." I remember one who, having retired to the deserts of Judea, to wring from the hard, stony life of those deserts the qualifications of a moral hero, by living an ascetic life, had subjugated the lower desires of his nature, and who, with all those qualifications, and with all this purity, was brought into a corrupt and voluptuous court. I remember, too, that in that court, not its favorite, notwithstanding the corruption and luxury of the times, he preserved himself the same stern man, and said to the King-- "It is not lawful for you to live with your brother Philip's wife." These were the stern words of John the Baptist and John Brown -- for John Brown, like John the Baptist, retired into the hard and stony desert of Kansas, and there, by the weapons of heroism, by the principles of freedom, and the undaunted courage of a man, wrung from that bloody soil the highest encorniums of Freedom, and the most base acknowledgements of slavery, that the one was right and the other wrong. (Applause.) I know that John Brown, in thus rebuking our public sin, in thus facing the monarch, has had to bear just what John the Baptist bore. His head to-day, by Virginia, - that guilty maid of a more guilty mother, the American Government, (cheers, mingled with a few hisses, which were at once drowned in an outburst of vehement applause) -has been cut off, and it has been presented to the ferocious and insatiable hunger, the terrible and inhuman appetite, of this corrupt government. To-day, by the telegraph, we have received the intelligence that John Brown has forfeited his life- all this honesty, all this straight-forwardness, all this self-sacrifice, which has been manifested in Harpers Ferry.

My friends, his life was just such a "failure" as all great movements have been. The physical failure has been the death of the seed, externally, which has given life to the germ, which has sprung forth to spread its moral boughs all over this corrupt nation. (Applause.) I have not the slightest doubt that this will be the result... John Brown has died, but the life of Freedom, from his death, shall flow forth to this nation.

I know that there is some quibbling, some querulousness, some fear, in reference to an out-and-out endorsement of his course. Men of peace principles object to it, in consequence of their religious conviction; politicians in the North object to it, because they are afraid that it will injure their party; pro-slavery men in the South object to it, because it has touched their dearest idol; but I am prepared, my friends, (and permit me to say, this is not the language of rage,) I am prepared, in the light of all human history, to approve of the means; in the light of all Christian principle, to approve of the end. (Applause.) I say this is not the language of rage, because I remember that our Fourth-of-July orators sanction the same thing; because I remember that Concord, and Bunker Hill, and every historic battlefield in this country, and the celebration of those events, all go to approve the means that John has used; the only difference being, that in our battles, in America, means have been used for white men and that John Brown used his means for black men. (Applause.) And I say, that so far as principle is concerned, so far as the sanctions of the Gospel are concerned, I am prepared to endorse his end; and I endorse it because God Almighty has told us that we should feel with them that are in bonds as being bound with them. I endorse his end because every single instinct of our nature rises and tells us that it is right. I find an endorsement of John Brown's course in the large assembly gathered here this evening; I find an endorsement of the principles that governed him in going to Virginia, in the presence of the men and women who have come here to listen to his eulogy, and sympathize with his suffering family. I know that all have not come for that purpose, but I know there are seven thousand still in Israel who have not bowed the knee to the political Baal. (Loud applause.)

Now, I bring this question down to the simple test of the Gospel; and, agreeing with those men who say the sword should not be used, agreeing with them in that principle, and recognizing its binding obligation upon us all, yet I believe in that homeopathic principle which operates by mercury when mercury is in the system, and that that which is supported by the sword should be overthrown by the sword. I look at this question as a peace man. I say, in accordance with the principles of peace, that I do not believe the sword should be unsheathed. I do not believe the dagger should be drawn, until there is in the system to be assailed such terrible evidences of its corruption, that it becomes the dernier resort. And my friends, we are not to blame the application of the instrument, we are to blame the disease itself. When a physician cuts out a cancer from my face, I am not to blame the physician for the use of the knife; but the impure blood, the obstructed veins, the disordered system, that have caused the cancer, and rendered the use of the instrument necessary. The physician has but chosen the least of two evils. So John Brown chose the least of two evils. To save the country, he went down to cut off the Virginia cancer. (Applause.)

I say, that I am prepared to endorse John Brown's course fully. He has said that he did not intend to shed blood. In my opinion, speaking as a military critic, this was one of the faults of his plan. In not shedding blood, he left the slaves uncertain how to act; so that the North has said that the Negroes there are cowards. They are not cowards, but great diplomats. When they saw their masters in the possession of John Brown, in bonds like themselves, they would have been perfect fools has they demonstrated any willing-ness to join him. They have got sense enough to know that until there is a perfect demonstration that the white man is their friend - a demonstration bathed in blood -it were foolishness to cooperate with them. They have learned this much from the treachery of white men at the North, and the cruelty of the white men at the South, that they cannot trust the white man, even when he comes to deliver them. So it was not their cowardice, nor their craven selfishness, but it was their caution, that prevented them from joining Brown. I say this because I think it is necessary to vindicate the character of the Negro for courage. I know very well that in this country, the white people have said that the Negroes will not fight; but I know also, that when the country's honor has been at stake, and the dire prejudice that excludes the colored man from all positions of honor, and all opportunities for advancement, has not interfered to exclude him from the military, he was gone with the army, and there displayed as much courage as his white brother.

To some extent, I sympathize with the suggestions of the Boston Journal, that we should consider the state of excitement among the people of Virginia; for I know what that state of excitement is. I know that if a rat should happen to strike his tail against the lathes, they would all be up, looking through the house--taking good care always to make a Negro go before. (Laughter.) I am ready to say, if he has violated the law, if he has taken an improper course, if he has been the traitor that the South brands him as having been, and the madman that the North says he has been, John Brown is not to be blamed. I say that the system which violates the sacredness of conjugal love, the system that robs the cradle of its innocent treasure -- the system that goes into the temple of manhood, and writes upon the altar its hellish hieroglyphics of slavery -- the system that takes away every God-given right, and tramples religion under foot - I say that that system is responsible for every single crime committed within the borders where it exists. (Applause.) It is the system, my friends. I hold that that is a false logic which talks about good slaveholders. I hold that it is folly on the part of the slaveholder himself when he attempts to keep his slaves by mild means. The more a man learns, the more kindly he is treated, the more he aspires for liberty, the more restive he becomes under the yoke. -- Hence it is not an accident, but a necessity of the system of slavery, that it should be cruel; and all its devilish instrumentality, and enginery, and paraphernalia must be cruel also. It is folly for us to talk about the slaveholders being kind. Cruelty is part and parcel of the system. If slavery is right at all, then all its terrors and horrors, -- the whip, the manacle, the thumbscrew, the paddle, the stake, the gibbet -- are right also; if it is not right, then all these are wrong. The people of the North have said John Brown was a madman -- I suppose mostly because it is on the eve of an election: but if he was mad, his madness not only had a great deal of "method" in it, but a great deal of Philosophy and religion. I say, my friends, that no man ever died in this country as John Brown has died to-day. I say it because John Brown was a praying man. I remember hearing an incident in reference to his praying, from the lips of a man in whose presence and in whose house it occurred, and I loved him the more when I heard it. Coming to Henry Highland Garnet, of New York, some two years ago, he said to him, after unfolding all his plans, "Mr. Garnet, what do you think of it?" Said Mr. Garnet, who is at once a Christian, a gentleman, and a scholar, -- "Sir, the time has not come yet for the success of such a movement. Our people in the South are not sufficiently apprised of their rights, and of the sympathy that exists on the part of the North for them; our people in the North are not prepared to assist in such a movement, in consequence of the prejudice that shuts them out from both the means and the intelligence necessary. The breach between the North and the South has not yet become wide enough." Mr. Brown, looking him in the face as his keen eye was lit up with its peculiar fire, and his soul seemed to come forth with all its intellectual energy to look out and scan, if possible, the whole horizon of Providence, said, "Mr. Garnet, I will ask God about it"; and he got down upon his knees, and there poured out his heart to that God who is peculiarly the God of the bondman. He then showed the depth of his religious feeling -- the intense interest that he had in the emancipation of mankind, and the heroism of his soul. Mr. Garnet says that never in his life has he been so moved by a prayer as he was by that prayer of John Brown's. When such a man as this dies as he has died to-day, with the prayers of five millions of people going up to Heaven in his behalf - for I know that at least that number of Christians have prayed for him - when such a man dies, I am sure that his death under such circumstances affords us a great, an almost demonstrable evidence of the success of the movement that he has inaugurated and of the final accomplishment of the great object of his soul. (Applause.) I say that no man has ever died in this country as John Brown has died. While his soul has gone up to God, and his body has been taken down a lifeless corpse, thank God all over the country, meetings are being held-to-night to give expression to that great feeling of sympathy which is to swell the great tornado. -Let Virginia thank herself for it! In her guilty planting she has sown the wind; let her thank herself if in her terrible harvest she reaps the whirlwind of destruction. (Applause.)

Go down to Virginia, and see that firm old man as he comes out from his prison, leaning upon the arm of the sheriff and with his head erect, ascends the dreadful steps of the gibbet. We see as he goes his way to the top, and every step he takes seems to be inspired with that feeling which the poet Longfellow describes as animating the heart of the young man climbing to the top of the mountain -"Excelsior" -until planting himself ready for his martyrdom. Though his body falls, the spirit of slavery and despotism falls with it, while John Brown goes up to heaven. Thank God! Thank God! (Applause.)

I have detained you long enough. This is not the time to vindicate his cause. I have made these remarks only because they seem to be suggested here. I close by saying, my friends, that John Brown . . . shall slay more in his death than he ever slew in all his life. It is thought by the slaves-and it is a beautiful conceit, though coming from slaves - that the meteors from the heavens are sparks that . . . strike upon the craters of volcanoes, and that is the cause of their eruption. From the firmament of Providence today, a meteor has fallen. It has fallen upon the volcano of American sympathies, and though, for awhile, it may seem to sleep, yet its igneous power shall communicate … to the slumbering might of the volcano, and it shall burst forth in one general conflagration of revolution that shall bring about universal freedom. (Applause.) I feel, my friends and fellow-citizens, tonight, that courage, the adamantine courage, which has today been blasted by the terrible enginery of slavery will serve as the grit in the grindstone upon which the slave shall sharpen his weapon . . . I believe that every drop of blood shed today will be gathered up by the ever vigilant spirit of freedom . . . by whose resplendent light the darkest hovels of slavery shall be penetrated until the chains shall be melted from every limb, and the slave stand forth "regenerated and disenthalled by the irresistible Genius of Universal Emancipation". (Loud Applause.)

Source: The Liberator, December 9, 1859.

http://chnm.gmu.edu/lostmuseum/lm/143/

Thursday, November 6, 2008

John Brown's Reaction to the Election

Here are the last two lines from an insightful article about Obama winning the election. Please visit Black Voices Now to read the entire article.

"Then I remember and honor the heroes of our nation, Harriet Tubman, John Parker, Frederick Douglass, Rev. John Rankin, John Brown and so many others on whose shoulders we are now standing. This is a great day, a great time and yes I can now say looking back on our past, I am finally proud of America and it’s future. "

Reading this started me thinking about what John Brown would have thought about the last few days.

I think he would be both elated and troubled by the recent election. Elated because a man who is not white has been elected President of this great country, but troubled by the fact that 150 years AFTER his dramatic raid and resulting martyrdom, Americans are still making distinctions based on skin color.

John Brown was a man of action. As he stated in Boston during an abolitionist meeting, "Talk! Talk! Talk! That will never free the slaves. What is needed is action-action."

Millions of Americans took action and worked together to elect Omaba while ignoring gender, color and faith issues. This unprecedented unity would have impressed him deeply.

To see his dream of harmony between all men fulfilled, even if for only a portion of the United States, must have him "smiling in his grave."


Wednesday, November 5, 2008

A week in NY surrounded by GREATNESS

Fred and I just returned from a JOHN BROWN filled week in NY. Seriously, we had John Brown events every day.

Tuesday October 21, 2008 Lunch with a GREAT man

Louis A DeCaro, Jr. Ph.D. joined us for lunch at the Lucky Strike Pub in SoHo. Lou is an ordained minister, an adjunct professor at Alliance Theological Seminary’s New York campus, a very knowledgeable John Brown scholar, and I am proud to add the title of friend. He was written two exceptional books on the old man: Fire from the Midst of You: a Religious Life of John Brown” and “John Brown: the Cost of Freedom.” His books are well written, thoroughly researched and I always recommend them to people who are looking for balanced information about John Brown. Lou also has an excellent Blog about John Brown.

Lou, Fred and I spent three hours breaking bread and discussing John Brown, my relationship to him, how JB has been perceived during the past 149 years, our thoughts about him, the upcoming induction into the National Abolition Hall of Fame (NAHoF) and so much more.

During the evening hours I worked on my speech for the NAHoF function Saturday night in Morrisville, NY.


Wednesday October 22, 2008 Lunch with four GREAT men

Lou DeCaro set up a lunch meeting for us with other scholars, authors and John Brown enthusiasts. I was honored and humbled to be surrounded by such greatness.

Norman Marshall – John Brown Portrayer
Fred and I had previously met Norman in Kansas during the festivities surrounding the opening of the world premier of the John Brown Opera, by Kirk Mechem. We were very happy to see him again and have a chance to continue our discussions.

Larry Lawrence –Of the John Brown Society
Larry is very knowledgeable about all aspects of anti-bellum America and was a great addition to our discussions. He honored me by asking me to sign a signed, first edition biography of John Brown written by Villard that he brought from his personal library.

William L Katz – Author/Lecturer
William is the author of 40 exciting history books — including such award winning classics as Black Indians, The Black West and Black Women of the Old West. His take on the abolition movement were insightful and I hope to discuss the story of John Brown with him more.

Rounding out the group was Lou DeCaro. Even after talking for 3 hours yesterday, we still had much to discuss.

Fred and I enjoyed our time with these exceptional gentlemen. I am always amazed at the depth of knowledge and passion that John Brown Scholars possess, and the willingness they have to share their knowledge with me. Even when we went outside for photos of the group everyone kept talking when they needed to leave, but I look forward to many more interesting discussions and trading of information.



Thursday October 23, 2008 I stand barefoot in the presence of greatness

Fred and I headed up toward Lake Placid to visit the John Brown Farmhouse in North Elba. This is where Mary, Annie, Sarah, and Ellen lived while John Brown was in Kansas and making his preparations for the Harpers Ferry Raid. Salmon, his wife Abbie, and the Thompson family that Ruth had married into lived nearby.

The closer we got to North Elba, the more excited I became. Phrases like, “Are we there yet?” “How much further?” “Will we make it before dark?” rolled off my lips quite often during the last hour of our drive. Fred endured my outbursts with his normal humor and patience, but I think the last 15 minutes were pushing it!

Fred drove us down the road to the circle drive and parked our car. I could not believe that I was actually at the homestead of my ancestors. I was giddy and excited and flushed with excitement. We met with Brendan Mills, director of the site, for thirty minutes or so at the caretaker house, and then he gave us a private tour of the gravesite and house.

I was completely entranced with the house. To be so close to my relations; to see the house they lived in; to feel the nearness of the walls; to see the warped views out of the cobalt windows; to understand the hardships of living in the wilderness of the Adirondack Mountains; I was overcome with emotions that I am still unable to fully express.

Over the years some of the materials that make up the house have been replaced – removal of modifications, effects of time and elements, broken windows, and the modern items necessary to preserve the house have necessitated the use of newer products.

While we were standing in the kitchen, Brendan mentioned that the floors were all original. I immediately kicked off my shoes and stood barefoot where John, Mary and Annie had walked 150 years ago. I stood still with goose-bumps on my arms and tears in my eyes. I was not prepared for the spectrum of emotions that I felt. Since it was so late, we arranged to come back the next morning for an official tour and to take pictures.

Outside we met Bobby Shabot, whose great grandfather lived at the farm and raised his family on this historic site. I was thrilled to meet him, and wished that I had more time to talk with him about the house, but I needed to eat, and we needed to check into our hotel. Still giddy, laughing, emotional, but very happy I reluctantly climbed back into the car and left the farmhouse for the day.


Friday October 24, 2008 A return to the farmhouse and GREATNESS in song

We headed back to the farmhouse for our tour and pictures first thing in the morning.

We were the only ones at the historic site at 10:00, so we were treated to a private tour of the farmhouse in with great detail. Linda Roy, who is a great-great-great granddaughter of Elizabeth Reed who worked for the Brown's at the farmhouse, was our tour guide. She has been giving the tours for 20 years, and she knows the information forward and backward. She was patient with me while I scribbled notes and asked questions she has not encountered previously.

Fred, my personal paparazzo, patiently took my picture by gravesites, the "viewing rock," the house from all angles, and the statue. Linda gave us a large pile of papers to review that Bobby Shabot had left for me. The information included information on his family while living in the John Brown Farmhouse, as well as detailed information about the house itself. I was thrilled to find agricultural, census and technical specifications of the original house! He had told Linda we could copy what ever we wanted, so Fred and I headed back into Lake Placid to find a copy place. Twenty dollars and an hour later, we returned the papers to Linda. While we were making copies, Bobby had dropped off more papers and pictures for me to look at. I really wish that I could do more research on Bobby and his family history with the John Brown Farmhouse. I hope that someone from the John Brown world will take on his story, as it is fascinating and he has a great deal of documentation and photos.

Fred and I had planned to leave the farmhouse no later than noon, and it was now after 2:00. We had to say good-bye and drive to Morrisville for the National Abolition Hall of Fame's "The Voice of Abolition" concert/lecture, which kicked off the weekend events.

I will only say two things about the drive from Lake Placid to Morrisville; first, it is a very long but beautiful drive and second WE GOT LOST! Really lost! Back roads not on maps and watch out for deer lost.

We finally arrived at our hotel after the concerts 7:00 start. We checked in, freshened up, and drove to the college. We quietly snuck into the auditorium and were able to enjoy the remainder of the concert/lecture. This was a concert of selected abolition-related music and narrations performed by Alden Max Smith of Oneida, a descendent of Peterboro abolitionists; and directed/narrated by Retired Madison Country Judge Hugh C Humphreys of Hamilton.

Alden Max Smith opened his mouth and GREATNESS filled the air. His voice was an amazing warm blanket that enveloped you in warmth and pleasure. Five other singers joined him for many of the selections, but Alden was the star of the evening. Songs performed included "John Brown's Body", "Michael Row Your Boat Ashore", and numerous tunes made famous by the Hutchinson Family Singers interspersed among the songs, Judge Humphreys presented slides and commentary about the antebellum era of America. Fred and I could have listened to Alden for hours.


Saturday October 25, 2008 NAHoF exhibits, meetings and my moment of GREATNESS

Saturday was a very busy day. It began with a NAHoF Cabinet and Annual Membership meeting. I am so thrilled to be a part of this exciting, important organization. After the meeting, we toured the exhibits and items for sale. I sold copies of Jean Libby's book, which features a picture of me at sixteen and was available to autograph if anyone wanted my scribbles in their book. I signed five books.

I did a video interview with a high school student named Jordan. He was doing a project for school about fighting against the political norm. He recently started a weekly protest of the war in Iraq, which has attracted others to his cause and sparked his interest in other protests throughout history.

After lunch we attended the NAHoF sponsored Symposia about the current Abolition Inductees:

  • The Subterranean Passageway: John Brown's High Speed Network to Freedom – presented by Brendan Mills, Director, John Brown State Historic Site
  • Lydia Maria Child and the Triumph of the Humanitarian Spirit - presented by Jane Sciacca, President, Lydia Maria Child Society
  • The Eloquence of Wendell Phillips – presented by Judge Hugh Humphreys, Adjunct Professor, Syracuse University
  • Finding Truth: The Evolution of Sojourner Truth's Social Reform Message – presented by Mary Butler, Archivist, Sojourner Truth Institute

We enjoyed a wonderful dinner that included desserts made from Lydia Maria Child's frugal cookbook. During dinner Dr Milton C. Sernett, Professor Emeritus, Syracuse University presented the keynote address titled: To Make the World Anew: The Transformation of Upstate New York's "Burned Over District" into "North Star County." He punctuated his talk with historical photos.

The Commemoration of 2007 Inductees was held in the theatre and featured Larry Baker as the Master of Ceremonies. Judge Humphreys wrote an incredible set of narrated monologues that allowed the inductees to tell their stories in their actual words. This was very moving, well written and performed. The Morrisville State College students and others that participated did an outstanding job with costumes, characterizations, and dramatics.

The unveiling of the banners was next. The banners are deep blue, stand 5 feet tall, feature prominent information and a pointillist portrait of the honoree, and include the names of the sponsors. The John Brown banner sponsors included Jean Libby, Lou DeCaro, and others as well as my family members – my great aunt Alice Cook Hunt, my grandmother Beatrice Cook Keesey, my dad Paul Keesey, my sister Jane Keesey, my brother James Keesey, my nephew Cassady Roops, my children Manfred and Geoffrey Mecoy, and of course, myself Alice Keesey Mecoy.

John Brown's banner was the first to be unveiled. The sponsors of the John Brown banner came up on the stage to participate in the unveiling. I proudly stood on stage representing the family of John Brown!

Then it was my turn to speak about John Brown, our family relationship, my adventures researching my genealogy, and what it means to me to be related to "the great man." I spoke for more than my allotted five minutes, and made it through my whole speech with only a hint of tears. Fred and many others told me that I spoke with GREATNESS, and gave a moving speech.

The remaining banners were unveiled, speeches made, and all too soon, the induction commemoration of the NAHoF 2007 Inductees was over. After the ceremony was over, people came up to me to shake my hand and get my autograph. I still find the autograph bit surreal.

Tired, but proud we headed back to our hotel. Due to our travel schedule, we would have to leave first thing in the morning, and could not attend the tour of the museum in Peterboro.

A week filled with John Brown and Greatness. Who could ask for anything more?