Right After Freedom

"Right after freedom my mama and them stayed with the same people they

had been with. The rest of the people scattered wherever they wanted to

But my uncle come there and got mama. They moved back to the Taylors

then where my grandma was. Wouldn't care if I had some of that good old

spring water now where my grandma lived!

"None of my people were ever bothered by the pateroles or the Ku Klux.

"We come to Arkansas because we had kinfolks down here. Just picked up

and come on. I been here a long time. I don't know how long, I don't

keep up with nothing like that. When my husband was living I just

followed him. He said that this was a good place and we could make a

good living. So I just come on. When he died, those gravediggers dug his

grave deep enough to put another man on top of him. But that don't hurt

him none. He's settin' in the kingdom. He was a deacon in the church and

his word went. The whole plantation would listen to him and do what he

said. Everybody respected him because he was right. I was just married

once and no man can take his place. He was the first one and the best

one and the last one. He was heaven bound and he went on there. I don't

know just how long I was married. It is in the Bible. It is in there in

big letters. I can't get that right now. It's so big and heavy. But it's

in there. I think we left it in Detroit when I was there, and it ain't

come back here yet. But I know we lived together a long time.

"I remember the old slave-time songs but I can't think of them just now.

'Come to Jesus' is one of them. 'Where shall I be when the first trumpet

sounds?', that's another one. Another one is: 'If I could, I surely

would; Set on the rock where Moses stood--first verse or stanza. All of

my sins been taken away, taken away--chorus. Mary wept and Martha

moaned, Mary's gone to a world unknown--second verse or stanza. All of

my sins are taken away, taken away--chorus."

"I don't think nothing 'bout these young folks. When they was turned

loose a lot of them went wild and the young folks followed their

leaders. But mine followed me and my daddy.

"My grandmother had a big old bay horse and she was midwife for the

white and the colored folks. She would put her side saddle on the old

horse and get up and go, bless her heart; and me and my cousin had to

stay there and take care of things. She's gone now. The Lord left me

here for some reason. And I'm enjoyin' it too. I have got my first

cussin' to do. I don't like to hear nobody cuss. I belong to the church.

I belong to the Baptist church and I go to the Arch Street Church."

Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson

Person interviewed: Mary Poe, Forrest City, Arkansas

Age: 60

"My papa used to tell about two men he knowd stealing a hog. He was

Wyatt Alexander. He was feeding one evening and the master was out there

too that evening. They overheard two colored men inside the crib lot

house. They was looking at the hogs. They planned to come back after

dark and get a hog. The way it turned out master dressed up ragged and

got inside that night. The first man come. They got a shoat and killed

it, knocked it in the head. The master took it on his back to the log

cabin. When he knocked, his wife opened the door. She seen who it was.

She nearly fell out and when he seen who it was he run off. The master

throwed the hog down. They all got the hot water and went to work. He

left a third there and took part to the other man. He done gone to bed

and he took a third on home. He said he wanted to see if they needed

meat or wanted to keep in stealing practice. He didn't want them to

waste his big hog meat neither. Said that man never come home for two

weeks, 'fraid he'd get a whooping. No, they said he never got a whooping

but the meat was near by gone.

"Seem lack hog stealing was common in North Carolina in them days from

the way he talked.

"Papa said he went down in the pasture one night to get a shoat. He said

they had a fine big drove. He got one knocked over an' was carrying it

out across the fence to the field. He seen another man. He couldn't see.

It was dark. He throwed the hog over on him. The man took the shoat on

to his house and papa was afraid to say much about it. He said way 'long

towards day this man come bringing about half of that hog cleaned and

ready to salt away. They got up and packed it away out of sight.

"My mother was named Lucy Alexander, too."

Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson

Person interviewed: W.L. Pollacks

Brinkley, Arkansas

Age: 68

"I was born in Shelby County Tennessee. My folks all come from Richmond,

Virginia. They come to Kentucky and then on to Tennessee. I am 68 years

old. My father's master was Joe Rollacks and Mrs. Chicky they called his

wife. My mother's master was Joe Ricks and they all called his wife Miss

Fee. I guess it was Pheobe or Josephine but they never called her by

them names. Seemed like they was all kin folks. I heard my mother say

she dress up in some of the white folks dresses and hitch up the buggy,

take dinner and carry two girls nearly grown out to church and to big

picnics. She liked that. The servants would set the table and help the

white folks plates at the table. Said they had a heap good eating. She

had a plenty work to do but she got to take the girls places where the

parents didn't want to go. She said they didn't know what to do wid

freedom. She said it was like weening a child what never learned to eat

yet. I forgot what they did do. She said work was hard to find and money

scarce. They find some white folks feed em to do a little work. She said

a nickle looked big as a dollar now. They couldn't buy a little bit.

They like never get nough money to buy a barrel of flour. It was so

high. Seem like she say I was walking when they got a barrel of flour.

So many colored folks died right after freedom. They caught consumption.

My mother said they was exposed mo than they been used to and mixing up

in living quarters too much what caused it. My father voted a Republican

ticket. I ain't voted much since I come to Arkansas. I been here 32

years. My farm failed over in Tennessee. I was out lookin' round for

farmin' land, lookin' round for good work. I farmed then I worked seven

or eight years on the section, then I helped do brick work till now I

can't do but a mighty little. I had three children but they all dead. I

got sugar dibeates.

"The present times are tough on sick people. It is hard for me to get a

living. I find the young folks all for their own selves. If I was well I

could get by easy. If a man is strong he can get a little work along.

"The times and young generation both bout to run away wid themselves,

and the rest of the folks can't stop em 'pears to me like."

Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson

Person interviewed: "Doc" John Pope, Biscoe, Arkansas

Age: 87

I am 87 years old for a fact. I was born in De Soto County, Mississippi,

eight miles south of Memphis, Tennessee. No I didn't serve in de War but

my father Gus Pope did. He served in de War three years and never came

home. He served in 63rd Regiment Infantry of de Yankee army. He died

right at the surrender. I stayed on de farm till the surrender. We

scattered around den. My father was promised $300.00 bounty and 160

acres of land. Dey was promised dat by the Constitution of the United

States. Every soldier was promised dat. No he never got nary penny nor

nary acre of land. We ain't got nuthin. De masters down in Mississippi

did help 'em where they stayed on. I never stayed on. I left soon as de

fightin was gone. I was roamin round in Memphis and man asked me if I

wanted to go to college. He sent a train load to Fitz (Fisk) University.

I stayed there till I graduated. I studied medicine generally. Sandy

Odom, the preacher at Brinkley, was there same time as I was. He show is

old. He's up in ninety now. He had a brother here till he died. He was a

fine doctor. He got more practice around here than any white doctor in

this portion of de county. Fitz University was a fine college. It was

run by rich folks up north. I don't know how long I stayed there. It was

a good while. I went to Isaac Pope, my uncle. He was farming. Briscoe

owned the Pope niggers at my first recollection. He brought my uncle and

a lot more over here where he owned a heap of dis land. It was all

woods. Dats how I come here.

After de Civil War? Dey had to "Root hog or die". From 1860-1870 the

times was mighty hard. People rode through the county and killed both

white and black. De carpet bagger was bout as bad as de Ku Kluck.

I came here I said wid John Briscoe. They all called him Jack Briscoe,

in 1881. I been here ever since cept W.T. Edmonds and P.H. Conn sent me

back home to get hands. I wrote 'em how many I had. They wired tickets

to Memphis. I fetched 52 families back. I been farmin and practicin all

my life put near.

I show do vote. I voted the last time for President Hoover. The first

time I voted was at the General Grant election. I am a Republican,

because it is handed down to me. That's the party of my race. I ain't

going to change. That's my party till I dies. We has our leader what

instructs us how to vote.

Dey say dey goiner pay 60 cents a hundred but I ain't able to pick no

cotton. No I don't get no help from de relief. I think the pore class of

folks in a mighty bad fix. Is what I think. The nigger is hard hit and

the pore trash dey call 'em is too. I don't know what de cause is. It's

been jess this way ever since I can recollect. No times show ain't one

bit better. I owns dis house and dats all. I got one daughter.

I went to Fitz (Fisk) University in 1872. The folks I told you about was

there then too. Their names was Dr. E.B. Odom of Biscoe and his brother

Sandy Odom. He preaches at Brinkley now. Doc Odom is dead. He served on

the Biscoe School Board a long time wid two white men.

I don't know much about the young generation. They done got too smart

for me to advise. The young ones is gettin fine educations but it ain't

doin 'em no good. Some go north and cook. It don't do the balance of 'em

no good. If they got education they don't lack de farm. De sun too hot.

No times ain't no better an de nigger ain't no better off en he used to

be. A little salary dun run 'em wild.

Interviewer: Mrs. Bernice Bowden

Person interviewed: William Porter

1818 Louisiana Street, Pine Bluff, Arkansas

Age: 81

Occupation: Janitor of church

"Yes'm I lived in slavery times. I was born in 1856. I was borned in

Tennessee but the most of my life has been in Arkansas.

"I remember when Hood's raid was. That was the last fight of the war. I

recollect seein' the soldiers marchin' night and day for two days. I saw

the cavalry men and the infant men walking. I heard em say the North was

fightin' the South. They called the North Yankees and the South Rebels.

"Some of the Tennessee niggers was called free niggers. There was a

colored man in Pulaski, Tennessee who owned slaves.

"My father was workin' to buy his freedom and had just one more year to

work when peace come. His master gave him a chance to buy his freedom.

He worked for old master in the daytime and at night he worked for

himself. He split rails and raised watermelons.

"My father's master was named Tom Gray at that time. Considering the

times he was a very fair man.

"When the war broke up I was workin' around a barber shop in Nashville,

Tennessee.

"The Queen of England offered to buy the slaves and raise them till they

were grown, then give them a horse, a plow and so many acres of ground

but the South wouldn't accept this offer.

"It was the rule of the South to keep the people as ignorant as

possible, but my mother had a little advantage over some. The white

children learned her to read and write, and when freedom came she could

write her name and even scribble out a letter. She gave me my first

lesson, and I started to school in '67. The North sent teachers down

here after the war. They were government schools.

"I was pretty apt in figgers--studied Bay's Arithmetic through the third

book. I was getting along in school, but I slipped away from my people

and was goin' to get a pocket full of money and then go back. First man

I worked for was a colored man and I kept his books for him and was to

get one-fourth of the crop. The first year he settled with me I had $165

clear after I paid all my debts. I done very well. I farmed one more

year, then I come to Pine Bluff and did government work along the

Arkansas River.

"I've done carpenter work and concrete work. I learned it by doing it. I

followed concrete work for a long time. I've hoped to build several

houses here in Pine Bluff and a lot of these streets.

"I have a brother and sister who graduated from Fisk University.

"I think one thing about the younger generation is they need to be more

educated in the way of manners and to have race pride and to be subject

to the laws."

Interviewer: Thomas Elmore Lacy

Person interviewed: Bob Potter, Russellville, Arkansas

Age: 65

"Sure, you oughter remember me--Bob Potter. Used to know you when you

was a boy passin' de house every day go in' down to de old Democrat

printin' office. Knowed yo' brother and all yo' folks. Knowed yo' pappy

mighty well. Is yo' ma and pa livin' now? No suh, I reckin not.

"I was born de seventeenth of September, 1873 right here in

Russellville. Daddy's name was Dick, and mudder's was Ann Potter. Daddy

died before I was born, and I never seed him. Mudder's been dead about

eighteen years. Dey master was named Hale, and he lived up around Dover

somewheres on his farm, but I dunno how dey come by de name Potter.

Well, now, lemme see--oh, yes, dey was freed at Dover after dey come

dere from North Ca'liny. I think my ma was born in West Virginia, and

den dey went to North Ca'liny and den to South Ca'liny, and den come to

Arkansas.

"I raised seven boys and lost five chillen. Dere was three girls and

nine boys. All dat's livin' is here except one in Fresno, California. My

old woman here, she tells fortunes for de white folks and belongs to de

Holiness church but I don't belong to none; I let her look after de

religion for de fambly." (Interjection from Mrs. Potter: "Yes suh, you

bet I belongs to de Holiness chu'ch. You got to walk in de light to be

saved, and if you do walk in de light you can't sin. I been saved for a

good many yeahs and am goin' on in de faith. Praise de Lawd!")

"My mudder was sold once for a hundud dollahs and once ag'in for

thirty-eight hundud dollahs. Perhaps dis was jist before dey left West

Virginia and was shipped to North Ca'liny. De master put her upon a box,

she said, made her jump up and pop her heels together three times and

den turn around and pop her heels again to show how strong she was. She

sure was strong and a hard worker. She could cut wood, tote logs, plow,

hoe cotton, and do ever'thing on de place, and lived to be about

ninety-five yeahs old. Yas suh, she was as old or older dan Aunt Joan is

when she died.

"No suh, I used to vote but I quit votin', for votin' never did git me

nothin'; I quit two yeahs ago. You see, my politics didn't suit em.

Maybe I shouldn't be tellin' you but I was a Socialist, and I was

runnin' a mine and wo'kin' fifteen men, and dey was all Socialists, and

de Republicans and Democrats sure put me out of business--dey put me to

de bad.

"Dat was about twelve yeahs ago when I run de mine. I been tryin' to git

me a pension but maybe dat's one reason I can't git it. Oh yes, I owns

my home--dat is, I did own it, but----

"Oh Lawd, yes, I knows a lot of dem old songs like 'Let Our Light

Shine,' and 'De Good Old Gospel Way,' and 'Hark From de Tomb.' Listen,

you oughter hear Elder Beam sing dat one. He's de pastor of de Baptis'

Chu'ch at Fort Smith. He can sure make it ring!

"De young folks of today compa'ed to dem when we was boys? Huh! You jist

can't compaih em--can't be done. Why, a fo'-yeah-old young'un knows mo'

today dan our grandmammies knowed. And in dem days de boys and gals

could go out and play and swing togedder and behave deyselves. We went

in our shu'ttails and hit was all right; we had two shu'ts to weah--one

for every day and one for Sunday--and went in our shu'ttails both every

day and Sunday and was respected. And if you didn't behave you sure got

whupped. Dey didn't put dey arms around you and hug you and den put you

off to sleep. Dey whupped you, and it was real whuppin'.

"Used to hear my mudder talk about de Ku Klux Klan puttin' cotton

between her toes and whuppin' her, and dat's de way dey done us

young'uns when we didn't behave. And we used to have manners den, both

whites and blacks. I wish times was like dem days, but dey's gone.

"Yes, we used to have our tasks to do befo' goin' to bed. We'd have a

little basket of cotton and had to pick de seeds all out of dat cotton

befo' we went to bed. And we could all ca'd and spin--yes suh--make dat

old spinnin' wheel go Z-z-z-z as you walked back and fo'f a-drawin' out

de spool of ya'n. And you could weave cloth and make all yo' own

britches, too. (Here his wife interpolated a homely illustration of the

movement of "de shettle" in the loom weaving--ed.)

"Yes, I mind my mudder tellin' many a time about dem Klan-men, and how

dey whupped white women to make em give up de money dey had hid, and how

dey used to burn dey feet. Yes suh, ain't no times like dem old days,

and I wish we had times like em now. Yes suh, I'll sure come to see you

in town one of dese days. Good mornin'."

NOTE: Bob Potter is a most interesting Negro character--one of the most

genial personalities of the Old South that the interviewer has met

anywhere. His humor is infectious, his voice boisterous, but delightful,

and his uproarious laugh just such as one delights to listen to. And his

narrations seem to ring with veracity.

Interviewer: Mrs. Bernice Bowden

Person interviewed: Louise Prayer

3401 Short West Third, Pine Bluff, Arkansas

Age: 80

"I can member seein' the Yankees. My mother died when I was a baby and

my grandmother raised me. I'se goin' on eighty.

"When the Yankees come we piled boxes and trunks in front of the doors

and windows. She'd say, 'You chillun get in the house; the Yankees are

comin'.' I didn't know what 'twas about--I sure didn't.

"I'm honest in mind. You know the Yankees used to come in and whip the

folks. I know they come in and whipped my grandma and when they come in

we chillun went under the bed. Didn't know no better. Why did they whip

her? Oh my God, I don't know bout dat. You know when we chillun saw em

ridin' in a hurry we went in the house and under the bed. I specks

they'd a killed me if they come up to me cause they'd a scared me to

death.

"We lived on the Williams' place. All belonged to the same people. They

give us plenty to eat such as 'twas. But in them days they fed the

chillun mostly on bread and syrup. Sometimes we had greens and

dumplin's. Jus' scald some meal and roll up in a ball and drop in with

the greens. Just a very few chickens we had. I don't love chicken

though. If I can jus' get the liver I'm through with the chicken.

"When I got big enough my grandmother had me in the field. I went to

school a little bit but I didn't learn nothin'. Didn't go long enough.

That I didn't cause the old man had us in the field.

"If we chillun in them days had had the sense these got now, I could

remember more bout things.

"I was a young missy when I married.

"I told you the best I could--that's all I know. I been treated pretty

good."

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