Frederick
Douglass
gave this speech on July 5, 1852 at an event commemorating the
signing of the Declaration of Independence, held at Corinthian
Hall in Rochester, New York.
Fellow
Citizens, I am not wanting in respect for the fathers of this
republic. The signers of the Declaration of Independence were
brave men. They were great men, too great enough to give frame
to a great age. It does not often happen to a nation to raise,
at one time, such a number of truly great men. The point from
which I am compelled to view them is not, certainly, the most
favorable; and yet I cannot contemplate their great deeds with
less than admiration. They were statesmen, patriots and heroes,
and for the good they did, and the principles they contended
for, I will unite with you to honor their memory....
...Fellow-citizens,
pardon me, allow me to ask, why am I called upon to speak here
to-day? What have I, or those I represent, to do with your national
independence? Are the great principles of political freedom
and of natural justice, embodied in that Declaration of Independence,
extended to us? and am I, therefore, called upon to bring our
humble offering to the national altar, and to confess the benefits
and express devout gratitude for the blessings resulting from
your independence to us?
Would
to God, both for your sakes and ours, that an affirmative answer
could be truthfully returned to these questions! Then would
my task be light, and my burden easy and delightful. For who
is there so cold, that a nation's sympathy could not warm him?
Who so obdurate and dead to the claims of gratitude, that would
not thankfully acknowledge such priceless benefits? Who so stolid
and selfish, that would not give his voice to swell the hallelujahs
of a nation's jubilee, when the chains of servitude had been
torn from his limbs? I am not that man. In a case like that,
the dumb might eloquently speak, and the "lame man leap
as an hart."
But
such is not the state of the case. I say it with a sad sense
of the disparity between us. I am not included within the pale
of glorious anniversary! Your high independence only reveals
the immeasurable distance between us. The blessings in which
you, this day, rejoice, are not enjoyed in common. The rich
inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity and independence,
bequeathed by your fathers, is shared by you, not by me. The
sunlight that brought light and healing to you, has brought
stripes and death to me. This Fourth July is yours, not mine.
You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into
the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to
join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious
irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by asking me to speak
to-day? If so, there is a parallel to your conduct. And let
me warn you that it is dangerous to copy the example of a nation
whose crimes, towering up to heaven, were thrown down by the
breath of the Almighty, burying that nation in irrevocable ruin!
I can to-day take up the plaintive lament of a peeled and woe-smitten
people!
"By
the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yea! we wept when
we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in
the midst thereof. For there, they that carried us away captive,
required of us a song; and they who wasted us required of us
mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How can we
sing the Lord's song in a strange land? If I forget thee, 0
Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not
remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth."
Fellow-citizens,
above your national, tumultuous joy, I hear the mournful wail
of millions! whose chains, heavy and grievous yesterday, are,
to-day, rendered more intolerable by the jubilee shouts that
reach them. If I do forget, if I do not faithfully remember
those bleeding children of sorrow this day, "may my right
hand forget her cunning, and may my tongue cleave to the roof
of my mouth!" To forget them, to pass lightly over their
wrongs, and to chime in with the popular theme, would be treason
most scandalous and shocking, and would make me a reproach before
God and the world. My subject, then, fellow-citizens,
is American slavery. I shall see this day and its popular characteristics
from the slave's point of view. Standing there identified with
the American bondman, making his wrongs mine, I do not hesitate
to declare, with all my soul, that the character and conduct
of this nation never looked blacker to me than on this 4th of
July! Whether we turn to the declarations of the past, or to
the professions of the present, the conduct of the nation seems
equally hideous and revolting. America.is false to the past,
false to the present, and solemnly binds herself to be false
to the future. Standing with God and the crushed and bleeding
slave on this occasion, I will, in the name of humanity which
is outraged, in the name of liberty which is fettered, in the
name of the constitution and the Bible which are disregarded
and trampled upon, dare to call in question and to denounce,
with all the emphasis I can command, everything that serves
to perpetuate slavery Ñ the great sin and shame of America!
"I will not equivocate; I will not excuse"; I will
use the severest language I can command; and yet not one word
shall escape me that any man, whose judgment is not blinded
by prejudice, or who is not at heart a slaveholder, shall not
confess to be right and just.
But
I fancy I hear some one of my audience say, "It is just
in this circumstance that you and your brother abolitionists
fail to make a favorable impression on the public mind. Would
you argue more, an denounce less; would you persuade more, and
rebuke less; your cause would be much more likely to succeed."
But, I submit, where all is plain there is nothing to be argued.
What point in the anti-slavery creed would you have me argue?
On what branch of the subject do the people of this country
need light? Must I undertake to prove that the slave is a man?
That point is conceded already. Nobody doubts it. The slaveholders
themselves acknowledge it in the enactment of laws for their
government. They acknowledge it when they punish disobedience
on the part of the slave. There are seventy-two crimes in the
State of Virginia which, if committed by a black man (no matter
how ignorant he be), subject him to the punishment of death;
while only two of the same crimes will subject a white man to
the like punishment. What is this but the acknowledgment that
the slave is a moral, intellectual, and responsible being? The
manhood of the slave is conceded. It is admitted in the fact
that Southern statute books are covered with enactments forbidding,
under severe fines and penalties, the teaching of the slave
to read or to write. When you can point to any such laws in
reference to the beasts of the field, then I may consent to
argue the manhood of the slave. When the dogs in your streets,
when the fowls of the air, when the cattle on your hills, when
the fish of the sea, and the reptiles that crawl, shall be unable
to distinguish the slave from a brute, then will I argue with
you that the slave is a man!
For
the present, it is enough to affirm the equal manhood of the
Negro race. Is it not astonishing that, while we are ploughing,
planting, and reaping, using all kinds of mechanical tools,
erecting houses, constructing bridges, building ships, working
in metals of brass, iron, copper, silver and gold; that, while
we are reading, writing and ciphering, acting as clerks, merchants
and secretaries, having among us lawyers, doctors, ministers,
poets, authors, editors, orators and teachers; that, while we
are engaged in all manner of enterprises common to other men,
digging gold in California, capturing the whale in the Pacific,
feeding sheep and cattle on the hill-side, living, moving, acting,
thinking, planning, living in families as husbands, wives and
children, and, above all, confessing and worshipping the Christian's
God, and looking hopefully for life and immortality beyond the
grave, we are called upon to prove that we are men!
Would
you have me argue that man is entitled to liberty? that he is
the rightful owner of his own body? You have already declared
it. Must I argue the wrongfulness of slavery? Is that a question
for Republicans? Is it to be settled by the rules of logic and
argumentation, as a matter beset with great difficulty, involving
a doubtful application of the principle of justice, hard to
be understood? How should I look to-day, in the presence of
Amercans, dividing, and subdividing a discourse, to show that
men have a natural right to freedom? speaking of it relatively
and positively, negatively and affirmatively. To do so, would
be to make myself ridiculous, and to offer an insult to your
understanding. There is not a man beneath the canopy of heaven
that does not know that slavery is wrong for him.
What,
am I to argue that it is wrong to make men brutes, to rob them
of their liberty, to work them without wages, to keep them ignorant
of their relations to their fellow men, to beat them with sticks,
to flay their flesh with the lash, to load their limbs with
irons, to hunt them with dogs, to sell them at auction, to sunder
their families, to knock out their teeth, to burn their flesh,
to starve them into obedience and submission to their mastcrs?
Must I argue that a system thus marked with blood, and stained
with pollution, is wrong? No! I will not. I have better employment
for my time and strength than such arguments would imply.
What,
then, remains to be argued? Is it that slavery is not divine;
that God did not establish it; that our doctors of divinity
are mistaken? There is blasphemy in the thought. That which
is inhuman, cannot be divine! Who can reason on such a proposition?
They that can, may; I cannot. The time for such argument is
passed.
At
a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument,
is needed. O! had I the ability, and could reach the nation's
ear, I would, to-day, pour out a fiery stream of biting ridicule,
blasting reproach, withering sarcasm, and stern rebuke. For
it is not light that is needed, but fire; it is not the gentle
shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the
earthquake. The feeling of the nation must be quickened; the
conscience of the nation must be roused; the propriety of the
nation must be startled; the hypocrisy of the nation must be
exposed; and its crimes against God and man must be proclaimed
and denounced.
What,
to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer; a day
that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the
gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim.
To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an
unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your
sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation
of tyrants, brass fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty
and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons
and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade and solemnity,
are, to Him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy
-- a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation
of savages.There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices
more shocking and bloody than are the people of the United States,
at this very hour.
Go
where you may, search where you will, roam through all the monarchies
and despotisms of the Old World, travel through South America,
search out every abuse, and when you have found the last, lay
your facts by the side of the everyday practices of this nation,
and you will say with me, that, for revolting barbarity and
shameless hypocrisy, America reigns without a rival....
...Allow me to say, in conclusion, notwithstanding the dark
picture I have this day presented, of the state of the nation,
I do not despair of this country. There are forces in operation
which must inevitably work the downfall of slavery. "The
arm of the Lord is not shortened," and the doom of slavery
is certain. I, therefore, leave off where I began, with hope.
While drawing encouragement from "the Declaration of Independence,"
the great principles it contains, and the genius of American
Institutions, my spirit is also cheered by the obvious tendencies
of the age. Nations do not now stand in the same relation to
each other that they did ages ago. No nation can now shut itself
up from the surrounding world and trot round in the same old
path of its fathers without interference. The time was when
such could be done. Long established customs of hurtful character
could formerly fence themselves in, and do their evil work with
social impunity. Knowledge was then confined and enjoyed by
the privileged few, and the multitude walked on in mental darkness.
But a change has now come over the affairs of mankind. Walled
cities and empires have become unfashionable. The arm of commerce
has borne away the gates of the strong city. Intelligence is
penetrating the darkest corners of the globe. It makes its pathway
over and under the sea, as well as on the earth. Wind, steam,
and lightning are its chartered agents. Oceans no longer divide,
but link nations together. From Boston to London is now a holiday
excursion. Space is comparatively annihilated. -- Thoughts expressed
on one side of the Atlantic are distinctly heard on the other.
The
far off and almost fabulous Pacific rolls in grandeur at our
feet. The Celestial Empire, the mystery of ages, is being solved.
The fiat of the Almighty, "Let there be Light," has
not yet spent its force. No abuse, no outrage whether in taste,
sport or avarice, can now hide itself from the all-pervading
light. The iron shoe, and crippled foot of China must be seen
in contrast with nature. Africa must rise and put on her yet
unwoven garment. 'Ethiopia, shall, stretch. out her hand unto
Ood." In the fervent aspirations of William Lloyd Garrison,
I say, and let every heart join in saying it:
God
speed the year of jubilee
The wide world o'er!
When from their galling chains set free,
Th' oppress'd shall vilely bend the knee,
And wear the yoke of tyranny
Like brutes no more.
That year will come, and freedom's reign,
To man his plundered rights again
Restore.
God
speed the day when human blood
Shall cease to flow!
In every clime be understood,
The claims of human brotherhood,
And each return for evil, good,
Not blow for blow;
That day will come all feuds to end,
And change into a faithful friend
Each foe.
God
speed the hour, the glorious hour,
When none on earth
Shall exercise a lordly power,
Nor in a tyrant's presence cower;
But to all manhood's stature tower,
By equal birth!
That hour will come, to each, to all,
And from his Prison-house, to thrall
Go forth.
Until
that year, day, hour, arrive,
With head, and heart, and hand I'll strive,
To break the rod, and rend the gyve,
The spoiler of his prey deprive --
So witness Heaven!
And never from my chosen post,
Whate'er the peril or the cost,
Be driven.
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