Note: Although this is an
imagined letter from Sarah Parker Remond to her elder brother,
Charles Lenox Remond, it is based on historical facts including
some of Sarah Parker Remond’s own words. Charles Lenox
Remond was the first African American agent for the American
Antislavery Society and celebrated as its foremost spokesman
until the advent of Frederick Douglass.
Charles Lenox Remond
Salem, Massachusetts
My dear Brother:
I write you at the opening of a new chapter in my life. Tomorrow I begin my
journey to Italy to pursue my medical studies at the Santa
Maria Nuovo Hospital in Florence. In two years I expect
to receive my certification to practice medicine. I am
ready to go, as England is no longer the welcoming country
that I found when I arrived in 1859. Color prejudice
is rearing its ugly head in this land where I came in search
of freedom.
How
grateful I am for your encouragement to become a spokeswoman
for the noble antislavery cause. You, Mr. William Lloyd
Garrison, and Mrs. Abby Kelley Foster gave me the courage
to become a lecturer despite my poor education. My heart
was in the work and in time I found my voice. I wish that
I had had the courage to begin sooner.
Do you remember our first trip through Upper New York state in 1856? We traveled
with Miss Susan B. Anthony and Mr. and Mrs. Foster. I often
recall how you and I were frequently refused lodging at
the inns that provided accommodation Miss Anthony and the
Fosters and that we had to take refuge with local colored
families. For two years you and I traveled together on
the antislavery circuit from New York through Michigan and
Canada West to Cape Cod—sometimes alone, often with others.
Then in 1859, as you know, I decided to come to England in search of freedom
and to serve the antislavery cause. What a terrible voyage
it was! I was seasick for the entire time and had to recuperate
with friends when I arrived. However, I managed to give
my first lecture in Liverpool within a week of my arrival.
I introduced myself “as the representative of four millions
of men and women robbed of every right, deprived of every
privilege; the representative of a class so mercilessly
abused, so recklessly crushed, and so ruthlessly outraged,
that the story of their wrongs was a subject which should
command the earnest sympathy of every friend of humanity.”
I then spoke for an hour and a half; thanks to your training,
I did not use any notes. Over the next two years I gave
more than forty-five lectures throughout England, Scotland
and Ireland. I spoke not only about slavery and especially
the abuse of slave women but about the civic and social
constraints that free people like ourselves confront. At
the same time I was able to attend Bedford Ladies College
in London and to pursue the studies previously denied to
me in our own country--ancient history, Latin, French, English
literature, and geography. I now work for freedmen with
the Ladies’ London Emancipation Society.
Charles, as I told an interviewer several years ago, “Prejudice against colour
has been the one thing, above all others, which has cast
its gigantic shadow over my whole life. In joy or sorrow,
whether pursuing the pleasure or business of life, it has
thrust itself, like a huge sphinx, darkening my pathway,
and, at times, almost overwhelming the soul constantly called
to meet such a conflict.” Our mother “taught us to gather
strength from our own souls and that to be black was no
crime, but an accident of birth.”
I have always sought to speak out against color prejudice whenever I encountered
it. You will remember how William Cooper Nell, our sister
Caroline and I were forcibly ejected from the Howard Atheneum
in Boston when we went to hear an opera and how I successfully
sued for the harm done to my arm and my dress. Then in
London when the minister of the American legation denied
me a visa to travel to Paris, because he maintained I was
not a U.S. citizen though I had a valid passport, I protested
in the British press and got a visa from the British Foreign
Secretary. When Caroline was denied first class privileges
on the Cunard line, I again wrote to the press; she sat
at the captain’s table on her return voyage. Recently I
have published a pamphlet in support of “Negroes and Anglo-Africans
as Freedmen and Soldiers.”
Now my soul is tired. I seek a new way to serve humanity and so I go to Florence.
I remain your affectionate and ever grateful sister,
Sarah Parker Remond
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