Frederick Douglass -- Author
At these recent
conventions people without personal prejudice had taken to buttonholding him
after meetings and whispering, Did he really expect shrewd New Englanders to
believe that he had been a slave, brutalized
in the manner he described: The masquerade was too transparent. … He might convince people in the West that
only five years ago he had been in the debased condition of which he spoke so
eloquently, but not citizens of the Bay
State . They were attracted to him as a person and as
a speaker, but if he offered himself as an example of the product of the slave
system, he was actually helping the South.
They had also noticed,
they pointed out, that he was never very clear about the place from which he
had escaped, how he got away, who had been his owner, and the like. This vagueness, coupled with the fact that he
was in his own person a contradiction of much that he said, left even
open-minded people with questions (Bontemps 93-94).
Now he understood completely why his white abolitionist
friends had advised him not to be too “learned.” Their fears were now being realized. He was believed by many New Englanders to be
an impostor. He would not “put the
plantation in his speech”; his pride would never permit that! He would not put aside his intellectual gifts
and eloquence. They were a part of him
as much as the experiences he recounted to illustrate the evils of
slavery. He would not be false to himself
to appear genuine to his listeners.
Eventually, the solution to his problem occurred to him.
It was a daring thing
to attempt. Perhaps it was even reckless
…. To answer those people who had begun to doubt his story, to silence the
whispering that threatened to destroy his value as an abolitionist agent, he would
throw caution away, he would put the full account in writing. … He would write a book. In his
book he would tell the whole world just whose slave he had been, how he had
squirmed and plotted in his chains, where and when he had escaped. The only detail he would withhold would be
the manner of his getaway. … He would
reveal everything and take his chances as a fugitive in Massachusetts . But to disclose the maneuver by which he gave
his owners the slip would be to close that particular gate to other
slaves. That he would not do (Bontemps
93-94).
The book, Narrative of
the Life of Frederick Douglass, was published by the “Anti-Slavery Office”
in Boston in
June 1845 and was priced at fifty cents.
By fall, 4,500 copies had been sold in the United States . Three European editions were subsequently
published and in five years 30,000 copies had been sold to readers in Europe
and America .
While he was writing his book, Frederick
was tantalized with the thought of visiting England . This coincided with what William Lloyd
Garrison and Wendell Phillips were considering.
Douglass’s
word was too good to
waste on Pendleton , Indiana ,
or even on Massachusetts ;
there was an international audience that should hear him. … the immediate goal of the British was to
get their American cousins to end slavery in North America .
Ties between
abolitionists on opposite sides of the Atlantic
had long been close, and the value of enabling people to see and hear a victim
of the evil they were fighting was widely recognized. Douglass was far from the first former slave
or black man to appear on British platforms, but in 1845 he was the one that
ardent antislavery people most wanted to have a look at and to hear (McFeely
177-118).
And, of course, his journey would place him beyond the grasp
of slave catchers, who would now certainly know of his existence and location
in Massachusetts . With his book he had, in effect, challenged
“the slave power to return him to bondage.
Could he depend on Massachusetts
to shield him” (Bontemps 104)? Neither
he nor the Massachusetts Anti-Slavery Society could be certain of the answer.
Works cited:
Bontempts, Arna, Free
at Last, the Life of Frederick Douglass, New York, Dodd, Mead &
Company, 1971. Print
McFeely, William S. Frederick Douglass. New
York , W. W. Norton & Company, 1991. Print.
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