Frederick Douglass -- To England and Ireland
After he had recovered from seasickness, Frederick began to fight back. He sent several messages to the ship captain
to protest his segregation. Eventually
he was permitted to come on the promenade deck when he was accompanied by
Buffum. Later he was seen walking with
four Massachusetts musicians, the Hutchinsons,
whom Frederick had specifically invited to
accompany him to England . These young men had already endeared
themselves with many of the passengers and particularly the captain. Soon they were passing out copies of Frederick ’s book to many
of the American and European passengers.
A group of planters from Charleston ,
South Carolina , resented the concessions
granted Frederick ,
and, after having read his book, they resolved to make an issue of his presence
in their midst. The Hutchinsons
appealed to the captain to allow Frederick
to speak to the passengers on the forward deck.
They had seen how, before, he had pacified hostile or divided audiences;
they were certain he could resolve the increasingly ugly situation. The announcement of Frederick ’s address infuriated the slaveholders,
and when he appeared in front of them, with complete self-assurance,
contemptuous of their sneers, they were at the point of breaking. When he began speaking, they did, shouting,
“Kill the nigger! Throw him overboard!”
Douglass, seeing the intent of the slaveholders, fled to his
steerage quarters. He was saved by the
timely arrival of the captain, who had been summoned from his bed by one of the
Hutchinsons . The captain threatened to put the
slaveholders “in irons”; it was enough to defuse their resentment. To the Hutchinsons, with whom he now sang
“God Save the Queen,” “Yankee Doodle,” and “America,” he confessed, “I was once
the owner of two hundred slaves, but the government of Great Britain liberated
them, and I am glad of it” (Bontemps 108).
Douglass returned to the promenade deck. His continued presence there was not
challenged the remainder of the voyage.
The captain joined him and his musician friends on deck after dinner the
evening of August 26, and they saw lights in the distance, the southern tip of Ireland .
He had gone out alone to explore the streets of Dublin and almost
immediately they were around him, obstructing his direction.
“Will your honor please to give me a penny to buy some
bread?”
“May the Lord bless you, give the poor old woman a little
sixpence.”
All were in rags, dreadful rags. Some who were without feet dragged themselves
on the ground. Some had lost hands and
arms and held up their stumps for Douglass to see. Others were so deformed their feet lapped
around and laid against their backs.
Among them were women shamefully exposed by their tatters. Some of these carried pale, emaciated infants
whose sunken eyes horrified the former Maryland
slave. All were barefooted, of course.
…
“Oh, my poor child, it must starve! For God’s sake give me a penny. More power to you! I know your honor will leave the poor
creature something. Ah, do! Ah, do!
I will pray for you as long as I live.”
Frederick Douglass began emptying his pockets (Bontemps 111)
On his way through Ireland ,
Douglass saw what his antislavery hosts seemed blind to. Reports of famine--the grim result of the
first of the rotted potato crops--were in the newspapers. Thin-armed children and their defeated
mothers huddled at doorstops, as fathers tried, often unsuccessfully, to earn
passage out of the ports of Wexford, Waterford ,
and Cork . The antislavery people stepped around these
Irish poor as they made their way into Douglass’s lectures about mistreated
Africans in America . [British] Abolitionists were generous in
their concern for those who had been wronged, but in the late 1840s, a curious
deafness to suffering at home accompanied their sympathetic response to what
was endured across the Atlantic .
… In one of his finest
letters, he [Douglass] wrote to William Lloyd Garrison of a mud-walled,
windowless hut with “a board on a box for a table, rags on straw for a bed, and
a picture of the crucifixion on the wall” and of the “green scum” covering the
pit, near the door, full of “garbage & filth. … I see much here to remind me of my former
condition and I confess I should be ashamed to lift my voice against American
slavery, but that I know the cause of humanity is one the world over.”
The physical
conditions he had observed were in fact far worse than any he had experienced,
but in this moving letter to Garrison he demonstrated how real for him was the
chain that linked all suffering people.
He never was so rude as to call on his Irish hosts to look after the
misery of their own island, and he had no plan with which to attack the
starvation there. He had pity, but no
cure for the desperate needs of the beggars he saw on the streets. In lieu of explanation, he resorted to the
familiar dodge of blaming drunkenness (McFeely 126).
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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