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The Experience of a Slave in South Carolina
The Experience of a Slave in South Carolina
The Experience of a Slave in South Carolina
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TheExperience of a Slave in South Carolina is the memoirs of John AndrewJackson, who escaped to freedom in Canada.
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Release dateMar 22, 2018
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The Experience of a Slave in South Carolina
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John Andrew Jackson

John Andrew Jackson was born a slave on a plantation in Sumter County, South Carolina, and escaped slavery in 1846; he published The Experience of a Slave in South Carolina in 1862 to educate his readership on the often unspoken horrors of slavery.

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    The Experience of a Slave in South Carolina - John Andrew Jackson

    THE EXPERIENCE OF A SLAVE IN SOUTH CAROLINA

    ..................

    John Andrew Jackson

    LACONIA PUBLISHERS

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    Copyright © 2016 by John Andrew Jackson

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    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    PREFACE.

    CHAPTER I. MY BIRTH AND TRAINING.

    CHAPTER II. REMINISCENCES OF MY OLD MASTER.

    CHAPTER III. MY MISTRESS.

    CHAPTER IV. MY YOUTHFUL DAYS.

    CHAPTER V. MY ESCAPE.

    CHAPTER VI. AMERICAN BUTTERFLY AND SLAVERY.

    THE AMERICAN BUTTERFLY.

    CHAPTER VII. THE NEGRO SONGS.

    A SPIRITUAL HYMN.

    ANTI-SLAVERY SONGS FLIGHT OF THE BONDMAN, DEDICATED TO WILLIAM W. BROWN,

    THE BEREAVED MOTHER.

    THE YANKEE GIRL.

    THE SLAVES SONG.

    YE HERALDS OF FREEDOM.

    TESTIMONIALS IN FAVOUR OF JOHN ANDREW JACKSON, A FUGITIVE SLAVE.

    THE

    EXPERIENCE OF A SLAVE

    IN

    SOUTH CAROLINA.

    BY

    JOHN ANDREW JACKSON.

    FAC-SIMILE OF THE GIMLET WHICH I USED TO BORE A HOLE IN THE DECK OF THE VESSEL.

    PREFACE.

    ..................

    IN AIMING TO ARREST THE attention of the reader, ere he proceeds to the unvarnished, but ower true tale of John Andrew Jackson, the escaped Carolinian slave, it might be fairly said that truth was stranger than fiction, and that the experience of slavery produces a full exhibition of all that is vile and devilish in human nature.

    Mrs. Stowe, as a virtuous woman, dared only allude to some of the hellish works of slavery—it was too foul to sully her pen; but the time is come when iniquity should no longer be hid: and that evil which Wilberforce and Clarkson exposed, and of which Wesley said it was the sum of all human villainies, must now be laid bare in all its hellish atrocities. The half has not yet been told; but appalling as are the statements made, yet when the fiercest organized effort to extend the monster evil of North-American slavery is being made, every patriot is called on to sympathize over the woes and sufferings of human kind, and plead for freedom and liberty.

    Cowper long ago told his fellow-countryman that

    "Skins may differ, but affection

    Dwells in white and black the same."

    Therefore, kind reader, we ask your sympathy, while you peruse some of the iniquities perpetrated upon a suffering race, and that too often by men and women calling themselves Christians, and using a religious cloak to screen their monstrous, foul, and cruel acts.

    Shrink not, gentle reader, when those fearful atrocities are brought before your notice. Such narratives as Jackson’s are wanted to arouse the people. The evil is afar off, and interested parties say, Don’t believe it; it is false, or it is exaggerated. Not so; the worst cannot be told. You cannot speak out, or tell a fraction of the horrid scenes enacted, where every child and feeble woman is at the brutal mercy of brutalised man; where marriage is a fiction, and five millions of people live practically in a state of unrecognised whoredom and polygamy.

    Would that English mothers and English daughters could feel as they ought for those whose virtue and honour, whose life and liberty, may be purchased by any libertine wretch, who has the almighty dollar in plenty in his pocket. Let us but think of our sisters, our wives, our children, and thank God with them, that

    "I was not born a little slave

    To labour in the sun;

    To wish I was but in my grave,

    And all my labour done."

    Many an English reader, knowing that every year we pay a million of money as interest for the twenty millions by which the freedom of West Indian slaves was purchased, and spend nearly another million to keep down the slave trade of America, Cuba, and Brazil, are very earnest in declaring their abhorrence of American slavery, and, like the Times, finds fault with President Lincoln’s government for not putting an end to slavery by proclamation, thinking that our British hands are quite clean. But they forget the share that England has had in the bondage of the human race. Liverpool and Bristol for years was the seat of the African slave trade; and, once upon a time, G. F. Cooke, the actor, on the boards of a Liverpool theater, when displeased with his audience for hissing him, turned fiercely on them, and told them that Liverpool was paved with the blood of the negro slaves; and in 1862 it is not quite clear of the same, vide the Nightingale Slaver.

    Three hundred years ago Sir John Hawkins procured the first cargo of Negroes from the coast of Guinea, and took them to Hispaniola, and so profitable was his trip that a new expedition was soon prepared, of which Queen Elizabeth shared the profits. This royal patronage of the slave trade was further extended under other reigns, and, on the 10th of December, 1770, our good King George issued a proclamation under his own hand, commanding the Governor of Virginia, upon pain of the highest displeasure, to assent to no law by which the importation of slaves shall be in any respect prohibited and obstructed.

    Before we then heartily condemn the United States,

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