NOTE: This blog rated PG13 due to graphic images and depictions of violence and injustice.
Hello once again, sports fans! We hope you’ve been informed by our writing so far. Today, we must take a dark turn. As you might guess, if we’re going to talk about Haitian history in any kind of depth, the issue of slavery must come up at some point. We touched on race and on genocide and only a little on slavery, but now we will delve into it to get some idea of what it really was. The code word for it here would be “labor”, because slavery developed because of economic reasons. I must say that we will be talking about some really messed up stuff in here, but history is history, and often it is not as nice as some would like it.
Today, we have a special treat for you. We found some super-secret documents written by Toussaint L’Overture himself. How we got them is a long story, but that’s beside the point. These documents are a sort of reflection of his on the slavery that he and his fellow Africans and Creoles fought against. We think that they shed a lot of light on this dark, murky subject. “[The slaveholders] did it all for money. That’s how it started. Blind money, they said. They point to their indentured servants as though that would explain it…They say ‘Look, negro! We whipped our whites just like we whipped our slaves! You must know that this is about the sugar!’ Sugar! How those blancs love that blasted crop! I saw, no I helped…so many of my own die over making it! I cannot say how I am still sane…That ‘blind money’ garbage is lies. We all know why they took us. They needed people to work for nothing to make them that sugar. They needed Africans, because we are strong…They killed the Taino, and the bastards would not do the work themselves…so they took us. That is what I was born Into.
“Yet they persisted…’we have our whites too!’ They cried out. They do not realize that we knew how few in number those whites were…we saw through the deception. I must say that those white slaves were treated very badly, almost like us…though they were freed after a while and given land, so they were treated much better than us in the end…the blancs were ruthless.
“But I digress…I began to really think about it. There was much more than money to blame for why they treated us so harshly. There is this thing of numbers…[the slaves] outnumbered them by huge amounts. A few years ago they said that there are over 500,000 slaves on this land. Over 800,000 (some say 860,000) of my people were dragged over here by the time we finally overthrew the blancs a few years ago. There were only 40,000 of them over here at that same time. It seems to me that they were cruel to us to keep us fearful so that we would be blind to our power. They thought they could keep us scared…but we were finally disgusted with their obscene cruelty.
“They said it was all about money. It is true that they were so determined to make sugar and money that they would torture, murder, and rape in order to get it. They certainly messed up our homeland…I hear they have thrown it into anarchy…it saddens me. The racism that they used is something that they did not mention. Maybe it was about dividing us. I cannot help but think that it was used for more than that…”
We must pause to warn you that the next excerpts from Toussaint’s writings are very graphic. They describe some…some, and not all, not even the worst…some punishments the slaves would endure.
“But there are more things than racism that still bother me. I cannot see how the things they did to us…the things I did to us…could be just for money. There had to have been something else. A dark, sadistic, twisted sense of power is what I think it was, but I know not the mind of a devil, nor do I want to…they seemed so satisfied when they tortured us. They seemed to enjoy the beatings, the salt, the rape…It was like they became animals when they whipped us. I know that I hated being forced to whip the ‘lazy negroes’ as they called them. Since we worked us so hard, none of us could ever truly be called lazy…we were exhausted… “My soul still aches from those days…I could not do it once…I could not whip my own mother, who was pregnant by the very master demanding me to whip her. I simply did not…and him and his overseer tied us both up, and beat us both almost to death…I still feel the scars they gave me. They…were smiling as they did it, as they whipped my pregnant mother across her swollen stomach…as they poured salt on our open wounds…That bastard child was a stillborn, and everyone knew why…my mother nearly died that day. It was a day I will never forget…That was when we began to organize the final plans for killing those damned monsters! And yet even after their deaths, they still haunt me…
“They did ‘motivate’ us to work by fear. That was one reason they were so cruel. They tortured us in ways that I loathe to remember. They divided us; they gave some more things than others, to instill jealousy…they messed with our minds too…some of the torture was maddening. I remember once when I was suspected of running away. The overseer tied me up and gave me 30 lashes with the whip before saying anything. He only began to interrogate me after he put a burning piece of wood on my bare bottom (I had been stripped naked). He then asked me if I had run away. I truthfully answered ‘no’. This was not good enough for the bastard…he whipped me 100 times…then put salt and lime on my wounded back…I almost died, and was laid up for two months; I could not walk at first, but my strength returned…
“I remember one group of slaves who tried to escape…when they were caught, the overseer threw them onto spits, and roasted them to death…while making some of us they didn’t like watch…it was mind-numbing. They did so many things…they made some dig their own graves and then buried them alive…they burned the women with logs so that they became unable to have children…they raped others…they chopped off limbs of the slaves for no reason…they even made us eat our own [excrement]. Those [slave owners and overseers] were horrible…no…words cannot even describe their…evil.
“I am still scarred by their rape of my mother…the master and his overseer (whom he also whipped) tied me up and made me watch as they both raped my mother…they then beat me unconscious…This was all because I fell asleep while cutting sugarcane one day, after I had been working continuously for 2 days…They also made me whip my fellow slaves, because they said I was better than them…that since I was mulatto, I should whip the other negroes…but I was not blanc, so they could whip me. Utterly inhumane…I weep…”
…And we weep with you, Toussaint. We apologize for the nature of that last section, but history is history, however graphic. Note the similarity of the grave digging to Nazi practices. Those men were evil who did those horrid things. Lest you all be uninformed, the above “documents” are fictitious; no, they do not actually exist. We did lie earlier (but for dramatic effect). However, what they describe did actually happen back in slavery days, even the raping and mutilating. We hope you are informed, and not too depressed, by this week’s blog. Next week, we bring in another special guest to help us focus in on the feminine side of slavery. Until then, as always, stay tuned, sports fans!
Sources
Copeau, Steve. The History of Haiti. Westport, Connecticut: Greenwood Press, 2008. Print.
Cooper, Anna Julia. Slavery and the French and Haitian Revolutionists: L'Attitude de la France A L'Gard de L'Esclavage Pendant La Revolution. Ed. Keller, Frances R. Oxford, UK: Rowman & Littlefield Publisher, Inc., 2006. Print.
Fick, Carolyn E. The Making of Haiti: The Saint Domingue Revolution from Below. Knoxville, Tennessee: The University of Tennessee Press, 1990. Print.