339. Symbols of Hate

Dark Knowledge, the third title in my Metropolis series of novels set in nineteenth-century New York, was released by Anaphora Literary Press on January 5, 2018, making it available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.  Signed copies are available from the author.  For more about this and other works of mine, see below following the post.

SMALL  TALK

         Before the 2016 election New York City developers and businesses proudly displayed the name TRUMP on the fronts of residential buildings and hotels, but ah, how times have changed!  The condominium at 200 Riverside Boulevard bears on its façade, in large brasslike letters, the words TRUMP PLACE, and the residents aren't happy about it.  The Tweeter-in-Chief's name has already been removed from three rental buildings on Riverside Boulevard, as well as hotels in SoHo and Toronto, but the case of 200 Riverside Boulevard is a bit more complicated.  Trump bought the property in the 1980s, but subsequent business pressures forced him to sell it to some Hong Kong billionaires who, with his help, developed it.  A four-page licensing agreement signed in 2000 described him as a "worldwide renowned builder and developer," but for the use of his name stated its value as one dollar in all.  At the time, his name was not an issue.

In the inaugural parade.

          With the 2016 election this changed.  The Donald was elected, but in Manhattan he got only 64,929 votes, compared to 579,013 for the Hillary.  An anonymous survey of residents at no. 200 by the condominium's board's residential committee showed that a majority favored removing the Trump name.  This provoked a response from the Trump Organization that this would be a "flagrant and material breach of the license agreement."  So of course the matter went to court.  The residential committee has asked a New York State Supreme Court judge in Manhattan to declare that the condominium has the right to remove the name without violating the licensing agreement with DJT Holdings, a corporate entity owned by the Donald.  Just when the ruling will come isn't clear, but among the condo residents, as well as interested observers, anticipation is keen.  Manhattan is stuck with the Trump Tower smack in the middle of midtown, with consequent disruption of traffic; isn't that enough?  Which leads us easily into a discussion of symbols of hate.

SYMBOLS  OF  HATE

         It’s all the rage now, when not denouncing male sexual predators, to remove statues from public places, if they remind us of an objectionable or embarrassing part of our past.  Especially vulnerable in the South are statues of Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson, Jefferson Davis, and Nathan Bedford  Forrest, Confederate leaders in our Civil War.  

Lee in Charlottesville.
Carptrash

For me this is a strain, since I grew up idolizing Lee and Jackson, much more colorful figures than the Union generals Grant and Sherman, who struck me as cold and ruthless – two qualities that helped them win the war.  Needless to say, the issue of slavery rested lightly, if at all, on my juvenile psyche, which simply craved male heroes I could look up to.  Davis, the president of the Confederacy, never much impressed me, least of all in comparison with his opposite, Abraham Lincoln, and Forrest, whose troops slaughtered black Union soldiers trying to surrender at Fort Pillow, appalled me when I learned of him later.

         New York City wants to play the game as well, so last summer, in the wake of the Charlottesville riots provoked by the threatened removal of a statue of Robert E. Lee, Mayor Bill de Blasio named a commission to review all possible “symbols of hate” in public places.  Since New York has a dire shortage of statues celebrating the Confederacy, the commission had to go after other suspect sites and now, after due deliberation, it has made its report.  To the surprise and dismay of many, it has targeted just four sites, three of which I have until now been blithely unaware of.

         In Central Park at Fifth Avenue and 103^rd Street stands a statue of Dr. J. Marion  Sims (1813-1883), a South Carolina slave-owner and physician who did pioneer work in gynecological surgery.  So far, so good.  But he did many experiments on female slaves, often without anesthesia.  The city has decided – wisely, I think – not to destroy objectionable statues, but to banish them, so Dr. Sims will be banished to Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn, which hosts his mortal remains.  No controversy, here: out he goes, and good riddance.

Sims in Central Park.

         But now the plot thickens.  Down near Wall Street there is a plaque honoring Marshal Philippe Pétain, who following the French defeat in 1940 headed the collaborationist Vichy government, helping to send thousands of French Jews to German concentration camps and death.  How could such a man merit even a lowly plaque?  Here the history buff in me intervenes.  The plaque dates from 1931 and is one of more than 200 honoring those celebrated in ticker-tape parades in the so-called Canyon of Heroes in Lower Manhattan.  In 1931 Pétain was remembered as the heroic French leader in the 1916 battle of Verdun, when German troops commanded by the German Crown Prince tried to crack the French defenses and failed.  Such considerations must have swayed the mayor, for he has decided that the plaque shall remain, stripped of its Canyon of Heroes title, and perhaps supplemented with additional information to provide context to it.

         But now the plot really thickens, and controversy rages.  What about the statue of Christopher Columbus, perched loftily on a pedestal overlooking the traffic-clogged circle that bears his name?  Admittedly when New Yorkers, in vehicles or on foot, negotiate Columbus Circle and its swirling mass of traffic, they have no time or inclination to eye the distant statue or ponder the fact that the circle bears his name.  Yet Columbus, in his first report to Ferdinand and Isabella of Spain, informed their Catholic Majesties that the inhabitants of the New World seemed docile and ripe for slavery; in light of what followed, he can justifiably be accused of the genocide of the native peoples of America.

There he is, way up there above the traffic.

         But it ain’t that simple, for Columbus has long been hailed as a hero by Italian Americans, who march in celebration on Columbus Day, just as Irish Americans march on St. Patrick’s Day.  And, I might add, there are lots of Italian Americans in New York, and yes, they do vote in elections.  Proud of his heritage, Governor Andrew Cuomo has announced that as long as he is governor, the statue will stand “tall and proud in the City of New York.”  (Though both are Democrats, the governor and the mayor have tangled repeatedly on many matters.)  So Columbus will not be banished.  The mayor has now said as much, adding that new historical markers will be placed in or around Columbus Circle, explaining the history of Columbus and of the monument itself.  At this gesture Rick Chavolla, a spokesman for Native Americans, scoffs, noting that there are plaques all over the city, and no one pays them any attention.  But Columbus was a hero too, for it took plain old-fashioned guts to sail westward day after day into the unknown, hoping to sight land somewhere in the offing; he risked his life and that of his crew in so doing, but it did in the end pay off.  History is complicated and messy.

         Finally, we come to the obstreperous Teddy: a bronze equestrian statue of Theodore Roosevelt, dating from 1939, that looms heroically in front of the Museum of Natural History.  Though I have in the past visited the museum a number of times, I never noticed the towering ten-foot statue, but now I see a photograph of it in the Times: the rough-riding, game-hunting Roosevelt, the very essence of macho, astride a horse, flanked by two stalwart half-nude flunkeys on foot, one “African” and one “American Indian,” carrying his rifles.  Never have white dominance and WASP superiority been more flagrantly proclaimed.  And today it’s common knowledge that Roosevelt, a fervent trust-buster, the founder of our national park system, and an ardent outdoorsman, was also an imperialist (“Speak softly but carry a big stick”) and a racist who dismissed the non-white peoples of the world as inherently inferior to whites.  So what to do? 

         In effect, nothing.  Roosevelt is a complicated figure, opines the commission, since he was both an environmentalist and a devotee of eugenics.  True enough, but for some observers this amounts to a rank cop-out.  Their criticism has some validity, but the hesitation to judge can also be defended.  How are we to know if today’s mood will be that of tomorrow?  Roosevelt was once hailed as a rough-riding hero and progressive, his trust-busting cheered, his imperialist views approved, and his racism either approved or at least tolerated.  Tomorrow our readiness to condemn may look a bit hasty and one-sided; who is to say?  So let the statue stand, but maybe with a plaque explaining why.  Or remove it to the New York Historical Society or some other location, where it can be presented in a historical context, rather than as a glorification of the man and what he stood for. 

         I say this in a spirit of evenhandedness, since, as chronicled elsewhere in this blog, I grew up hating the fellow, whom my father held up to me as a onetime sissy who, by going out West and roughing it, became a real man, a lover of the outdoors and all it entailed.  In other words, Roosevelt was the opposite of me, a near-sighted bookworm who preferred ichthyosaurs and pterodactyls to the wildlife of today, including even a rare cardinal sighted, to my father’s delight, in our backyard.  My urge to mount a picture of the man – Roosevelt, not my father -- and then hurl darts into his toothy grin was only too human, but childish, and I have since matured into a more balanced view of the irrepressible Teddy, even while decrying his “splendid little war” with Spain.  So let’s put up with him, and with Columbus too, albeit with grave reservations.

         Here now are a couple of hate symbols, or at least symbols of utter contempt, that I encountered while growing up.  These were used by boys and young men to insult someone and show them a fine streak of enmity.  I first encountered the gesture of two fingers up, two fingers down, sometimes termed the horn gesture, which was a way of saying (I’ll use the tamer version) “Frig you!”  

I once used it on my brother, more to show how “in” and “with it” I was, and he reacted with fury.  Then, sometime after that, I encountered the gesture with the middle finger upraised and the other fingers down, bearing the same cheery greeting.  

Michiel Gebruiker

No question, a lot can be said with the fingers.

BROWDERBOOKS  

All books are available online as indicated, or from the author.

1.  No Place for Normal: New York / Stories from the Most Exciting City in the World (Mill City Press, 2015).  Winner of the Tenth Annual National Indie Excellence Award for Regional Non-Fiction; first place in the Travel category of the 2015-2016 Reader Views Literary Awards; and Honorable Mention in the Culture category of the Eric Hoffer Book Awards for 2016.  All about anything and everything New York: alcoholics, abortionists, greenmarkets, Occupy Wall Street, the Gay Pride Parade, my mugging in Central Park, peyote visions, and an artist who made art of a blackened human toe.  In her Reader Views review, Sheri Hoyte called it "a delightful treasure chest full of short stories about New York City."

If you love the city (or hate it), this may be the book for you.  An award winner, it sold well at BookCon 2017.

Review 

"If you want wonderful inside tales about New York, this is the book for you.  Cliff Browder has a way with his writing that makes the city I lived in for 40 plus years come alive in a new and delightful way. A refreshing view on NYC that will not disappoint."  Five-star Amazon customer review by Bill L.

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2.  Bill Hope: His Story (Anaphora Literary Press, 2017), the second novel in the Metropolis series.  New York City, 1870s: From his cell in the gloomy prison known as the Tombs, young Bill Hope spills out in a torrent of words the story of his career as a pickpocket and shoplifter; his brutal treatment at Sing Sing and escape from another prison in a coffin; his forays into brownstones and polite society; and his sojourn among the “loonies” in a madhouse, from which he emerges to face betrayal and death threats, and possible involvement in a murder.  Driving him throughout is a fierce desire for better, a persistent and undying hope.

For readers who like historical fiction and a fast-moving story.

Reviews

"A real yarn of a story about a lovable pickpocket who gets into trouble and has a great adventure.  A must read."  Five-star Amazon customer review by nicole w brown.

"This was a fun book.  The main character seemed like a cross between Huck Finn and a Charles Dickens character.  I would recommend this."  Four-star LibraryThing review by stephvin.

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3.  Dark Knowledge (Anaphora Literary Press, 2018), the third novel in the Metropolis series.  Adult and young adult.  A fast-moving historical novel about New York City and the slave trade, with the sights and sounds and smells of the waterfront. 

The back cover summary:

New York City, late 1860s.  When young Chris Harmony learns that members of his family may have been involved in the illegal pre-Civil War slave trade, taking slaves from Africa to Cuba, he is appalled.  Determined to learn the truth, he begins an investigation that takes him into a dingy waterfront saloon, musty old maritime records that yield startling secrets, and elegant brownstone parlors that may have been furnished by the trade.  Since those once involved dread exposure, he meets denials and evasions, then threats, and a key witness is murdered.  Chris has vivid fantasies of the suffering slaves on the ships and their savage revolts.  How could seemingly respectable people be involved in so abhorrent a trade, and how did they avoid exposure?  And what price must Chris pay to learn the painful truth and proclaim it?

Early reviews

"A lively and entertaining tale.  The writing styles, plot, pace and character development were excellent."  Four-star LibraryThing early review by BridgitDavis.

"At first the plot ... seemed a bit contrived, but I was soon swept up in the tale."  Four-star LibraryThing early review by snash.

"I am glad that I have read this book as it goes into great detail and the presentation is amazing.  The Author obviously knows his stuff."  Four-star LibraryThing early review by Moiser20.

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4.  The Pleasuring of Men (Gival Press, 2011), the first novel in the Metropolis series, tells the story of a respectably raised young man who chooses to become a male prostitute in late 1860s New York and falls in love with his most difficult client.

What was the gay scene like in nineteenth-century New York?   Gay romance, if you like, but no porn (I don't do porn).  Women have read it and reviewed it.  (The cover illustration doesn't hurt.)

Reviews

"At times amusing, gritty, heartfelt and a little sexy -- this would make a great summer read."  Four-star Amazon customer review by BobW.

"Really more of a fantasy of a 19th century gay life than any kind of historical representation of the same."  Three-star Goodreads review by Rachel.

"The detail Browder brings to this glimpse into history is only equaled by his writing of credible and interesting characters.  Highly recommended."  Five-star Goodreads review by Nan Hawthorne.

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The supreme 20th century symbol of hate.

Coming soon: Goldman Sachs: The Vampire Squid Thrives On.

©   2018   Clifford Browder

338. New York and the Slave Trade

Dark Knowledge, the third title in my Metropolis series of novels set in nineteenth-century New York, was released by Anaphora Literary Press on January 5, 2018, making it available from
Amazon and Barnes & Noble.  Signed copies are available from the author.  The post below was inspired by the research I did for the book, using primary sources whenever possible.  For more about this and other works of mine, see below following the post. 




SMALL  TALK

Every writer who gets published learns quickly the joys and horrors of exposure, when reviews begin to come in.  Here are two LibraryThing pre-publication reviews of my novel Dark Knowledge, showing the difference in readers’ reactions to the same work.  The first is a one-star review, the worst that any work of mine has ever received; the second is one of several four-star reviews.  Ratings range from one star, the worst, to five stars, the best; four stars is very good, but not quite a rave.  To give five stars, the reviewer has to be vaulted into realms of unmitigated bliss.

I've tried, but I just can't get into this book. The plot is thin and convoluted; lots of useless details that I'm having a hard time keeping straight and threading together into a story.  The characters are shallow and unsympathetic. (✪)

I'm interested in what a thoroughly enjoyable read this was, given that transport of slaves was central to the story. Browder managed to touch me with complicity without making me uncomfortable. The trials and successes of a budding historian finding out about his family's part in in slave trade were used to tell a lively and entertaining tale. The writing styles, plot, pace and character development were excellent. I received this as a LibraryThing Early Review copy.  Thank you.  (✪✪✪✪)

NEW  YORK  AND  THE  SLAVE  TRADE

     By the mid-nineteenth century the port of New York was the busiest in the hemisphere, doing trade with all the major ports in the world.  That New York City was also the center of the illegal slave trade in the 1850s may surprise many today, but such was the case.  Respectable citizens were hardly aware of the trade, but those on the waterfront, even if uninvolved, could see signs of it.  Any vessel bound for Africa was suspect.  During eighteen months of the years 1859-60, eighty-five slavers were reported to have been fitted out in New York harbor, transporting from 30,000 to 60,000 slaves annually.  This post will have a look at that trade, drawing mostly on primary sources.

Ships used in the slave trade: schooner (left), brig (center), and bark (right).  Small, fast ships that
could outrun British cruisers were preferred.
BPL

     In June of 1860 – on the very eve of the Civil War – a young New Englander named Edward Manning, being short of cash, went to a New York City shipping office and signed up for three years on the Thomas Watson, a whaler being fitted out in New London, Connecticut.  Going to New London, he found a smart-looking vessel of 400 tons, remarkably clean for a whaler, many of whose crew were, like himself, “greenies.”  A fine-looking woman came aboard and conferred with the captain in his cabin; she was said to be one of the owners.  Had he not been a greenhorn, young Manning might have wondered why the ship was taking on so much rice, hard tack, beef, pork, casks of fresh water, and other supplies – far more than was needed for the crew of a whaler – as well as quantities of pine flooring that would be laid over the stores in the hold so as to create a new deck.  He might also have wondered why the ship couldn’t get clearance and sail from New London, but instead went down to New York, accompanied all the way by a U.S. revenue cutter, all of which suggested that the ship was somehow suspect and might have a history.  In New York the Thomas Watson anchored briefly off the Battery, then caught a favorable breeze and sailed from there, presumably bound for waters rich in whales. 

     As the vessel crossed the North Atlantic, it proved to be a smart sailer, hard to overtake.  Nearing the presumed whaling grounds, the captain posted a lookout aloft to look out for “blows,” and even sent out boats in quest of whales, sustaining the image of a whaler all the way to the coast of Africa.  Approaching that coast, it sighted a British man-of-war, at which point the “old man,” as the crew referred to the skipper, ordered the men to remove the pine flooring and store it aft.  As the warship approached, it fired a shot across the whaler’s bow, raising a splash.  “What ship is that?” came the query.  “The Thomas Watson.”  “I’ll board you!”  So spoke the greatest navy in the world, displaying the arrogance typical of a world power.  By now the greenies had long since grasped the fact – not particularly dismaying to most of them – that the Thomas Watson was no whaler but a slaver in disguise, hoping now to outwit the British Navy, which was intent on suppressing the slave trade, illegal in most parts of the world.  A gig came alongside, and the English commander boarded the vessel, conferred with the captain in his cabin, and then inspected the deck and hold.  Though he found no overt signs of a slaver, he was frankly skeptical and promised to have a look at the vessel again in the future.  Once the departing visitors were out of earshot, the captain, an irascible man, exclaimed, “You English sucker!  You’ll see me again, will you?  I’ll show you!”  In point of fact, they never encountered the warship again.

HMS Black Joke firing on the Spanish slaver El Almirante.  The British ship freed 466 slaves.

     If the greenies had any reservations about serving on a slaver, they had little choice, being far from home and near the coast of Africa.  Enhancing their resignation may have been the realization that no trade on the seas was more lucrative than this one, which might mean more pay at the end of the run, if the British Navy -- and the American, though it was typically less in evidence – could be eluded.  In 1860 the trade still flourished, taking slaves from West Africa to Cuba, then a Spanish colony, where the authorities looked the other way while the planters acquired more labor for their sugar plantations and paid well for it.  Of the whole crew, only Manning voiced objections to serving on a slaver, for which he earned the captain’s undying enmity.

     As the Thomas Watson neared the African shore, a small boat with naked black rowers approached, waving a bright red rag.  A Spaniard came on board, embraced the captain, and kissed him.  They conferred, then the Spaniard departed, leaving the crew mystified as to what this was all about.  The Spaniard was allegedly a palm oil merchant, but the mystery remained.

     For two weeks the Thomas Watson cruised about, not too far from the African coast, maintaining the feeble pretense of whaling.  Then they approached an uninhabited stretch of shoreline, where only a long, low shed was visible – a barracoon (slave barracks) -- as he later learned.  The captain, showing signs of nervousness, posted the mate aloft with a spyglass, ordering him to report any ship in sight.  “Sail ho!” the mate finally cried out.  “Where away?” asked the captain.  “Right ahead, and close to the beach.”

     They now made contact with a schooner, and the palm oil merchant reappeared, boarded the ship, and gave the captain another affectionate kiss.  The pine flooring was now quickly laid, creating a deck to receive the oncoming cargo.  Naked blacks – men, women, and children – now issued from the shed and walked in single file to the beach, where their black guards began tossing them into a surf boat that then negotiated the surf safely and transferred its human cargo to a small boat from the ship.  The slaves were then taken to the ship and piled into the hold, the women separately in steerage.  The ship was rolling all this while, so the slaves were seasick, and the foul air and great heat made the hold unbearable.  Five or six were dead by morning, and their bodies were tossed overboard. 

Model of a slave ship.   The slaves are packed in on a deck laid over the stores in the hold,
which include ivory tusks.   This vessel is armed, but most slavers relied on speed to escape
pursuing warships.
Kenneth Lu

     Having secured its cargo, the Thomas Watson immediately weighed anchor and got under way, carrying some eight hundred blacks of all sizes and ages, with the Spanish captain and a crew of eighteen whites.  The Spaniard, a veteran of the trade, was now in charge, whip in hand, and his ferocious manner kept the slaves in check.  Guarded by overbearing guards of their own race, whom Manning identified as Kroomen (an African people living in Liberia and the Ivory Coast), the slaves were brought up on deck and fed rice and sea biscuits, but the stench below was suffocating, until means were found to let air in for ventilation.  The Spaniard was a man of moods and contradictions.  He delighted to let the little girls come up and play on deck, but when a man was caught stealing water, he had him flogged unmercifully.  And yet, having some knowledge of medicine, he improvised a hospital on deck and treated those who were ill, probably saving the lives of several.  Dysentery was the commonest ailment, but there were two fatal cases of smallpox, one of scurvy and one of palsy.  Also, one woman gave birth to twins, but both infants died.

Slaves on deck, being shackled.

     The long transatlantic trip was not pleasant even for the whites on board.  Scared out of the hold, the ship’s rats invaded the forecastle, where the crew slept.  Manning tells how one night he felt sharp claws on his face, and a rat gnawing at his big toe, whose toenail was almost gone; after that he slept on the deck.  When a crewman died of a fever in the dark, dingy hole of the forecastle, he was sewed up in canvas and laid out on a plank on deck; then, with no attempt at a service, the plank was raised at one end, and the body slid into the sea.  Meanwhile the American captain was getting drunk daily on rum and then retiring to a spare boat on the poop deck to sleep it off.  The Spanish captain remonstrated with him, protesting that he was setting a bad example for the crew, but to no avail. 

     The condition of the slaves was now of some consequence, as the vessel was approaching Cuba.  They were brought up on deck in batches, and bathed in the spray from a hose.  To fumigate the hold, the crew stuck red-hot irons into tin pots filled with tar, sealed the hold with hatches, and waited two hours; by then the hold was considered cleansed. 

     Having been at sea for six months, the crew were now eager to make land.  The likable second mate expressed the hope that he would make enough money on this voyage to buy a little place ashore and settle down; for him, it was just a job.  They now scraped the ship’s name off the stern, thus making them all outlaws, and the vessel fair game for anyone.  Special precautions had to be taken, for British men-of-war patrolled the Cuban coast as well, and the appearance there of a whaler would arouse suspicion, especially if large numbers of blacks were seen on deck.  In time they rendezvoused successfully with two schooners, one of which came alongside; brought up to the deck, the blacks were made to jump down to the schooner’s deck, the Kroomen going last.  The Spanish captain too left the ship, and the second schooner took on half the blacks from the first one, after which the two schooners made for land.  Their cargo delivered, the crew of the Thomas Watson then removed the telltale pine flooring and threw it overboard. 

     The ship now sailed to Campeche, Yucatan.  Chloride of lime was sprinkled in the hold to eliminate the smell of slaves in confinement, but some hint of the odor remained.  The crew were now paid, and paid well, in Spanish doubloons, and Edward Manning took passage on a Mexican schooner to New Orleans, where he arrived in January 1861.  There, finding Secession in the air and the people feverish, the New Englander got out fast, returning to New York by rail.  When war broke out, he joined the U.S. Navy and served for the duration.  The Thomas Watson became a Confederate blockade runner but while pursued by Northern warships it ran aground on a reef off Charleston, South Carolina, and was burned by the Northern ships to the water’s edge.

     Such was the account of Edward Manning, which he published with the title Six Months on a Slaver in 1879.  Though opposed to slavery, he tells his story in a sober, matter-of-fact way, expressing sympathy for the slaves, but never inveighing against the evils of slavery.  In short, he lets the story tell itself.  The book is a rare example of a firsthand account of the trade, since those involved usually shunned publicity.  The voyage was routine, with no drama: no pursuit by British cruisers, no slave revolt, no storm, no high death rate among the slaves.  The vessel’s prompt departure from the port of New York, which Manning doesn’t explain, was probably facilitated by prior negotiations with the authorities there and smoothed with a bribe.   Manning doesn’t identify the coast where the slaves were taken on, but it was certainly that part of West Africa where the Atlantic trade flourished: the Ivory Coast, the Gold Coast (modern Ghana), and the Slave Coast, this last being the coastal area of modern-day Togo, Benin, and western Nigeria. 

     The first meeting with the palm oil merchant, later identified as the Spanish captain, was to arrange a rendezvous for loading the slaves; this was to make sure that the loading would go quickly, so the vessel could get away fast from the coast without being caught by a British warship.  The Spaniard was evidently a loose packer, meaning that he allowed the slaves ample room and thus kept mortalities to a minimum; tight packers usually had corpses to dispose of, and the corpses, once in the sea, drew sharks that might follow the ship for days: the sure sign of a slaver to the captain of a British cruiser.  But in the vast expanse of the North Atlantic, there was little risk of detection, until the slaver approached the Cuban coast.  The Kroomen guards were probably not destined for slavery, but further employment by the Spaniard on future voyages, it being a sad fact that blacks too participated in the trade and facilitated it.

     “The Slave Trade in New York,” a January 1862 article in The Continental Monthly, a new periodical of the time published in New York and Boston, gives useful background for Manning’s story.  Since by then reform was under way, the conditions described are those prevailing before the 1860 election: exactly the time when Manning was recruited for the Thomas Watson.  According to the article, New York City was the world’s leading port for the slave trade, with Portland and Boston next.  (The author might have added New Orleans.)  Slave dealers, some of them seemingly respectable Knickerbockers, contributed liberally to political organizations and thus influenced elections not only in New York but also in New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and Connecticut.  The captains involved in the trade lived in residences and boardinghouses in the eastern wards of the city and formed a secret fraternity with signs, grips, and passwords.  A slave captain planning a voyage would initiate preparations in a first-class hotel like the Astor House, where the risk of detection was less than in a private office.  Runners, provided with the names of men of every nationality who had served on slavers before, would be sent to boardinghouses to recruit a crew; their appraisal of prospective crewmen was reliable, their blunders few.  Rather than equipment for a whaling voyage, as in the case of the Thomas Watson, apparatus for refining pine oil, a common and legitimate import from Africa, was often used as a blind, for a U.S. marshal would inspect in port any vessel suspected of being a slaver.  One yacht owner was quoted as saying that he had paid $10,000 to get clearance.  But getting clearance at the custom house was easy, a transparent disguise being enough.  And should a slaver be captured by a British warship, the New York owners were rarely troubled, having a corps of attorneys on retainer to defend them. 

     As an example of the laxity of the law, the article tells the story of the brig Cora, a slaver captured at sea and brought to New York.  Her skipper, Captain Latham, was lodged in the Eldridge Street Jail, where inmates caroused freely with liquor and champagne.  Securing funds from a Wall Street connection, Latham bribed one of the U.S. marshal’s assistants with $3,000 and so was allowed to leave the premises, buy a suit at Brooks Brothers, and proceed  to the dock just in time to catch a steamer to Havana.  Since then Latham was said to have returned to the city in disguise.

     Not all slave voyages were as routine and uneventful as that of the Thomas Watson.  Edward Manning never got ashore to see a caravan of slaves arrive from the interior.  One such caravan of twelve hundred naked slaves, captured and guarded by other blacks, has been described as arriving at the coast to the sound of rifle fire, tom-toms, and drums.  The trading that ensued might involve an exchange of slaves, ivory, gold dust, rice, cattle, skins, beeswax, wood, and honey for cotton cloth, gunpowder, rum, tobacco, cheap muskets, and assorted trinkets.  A strong, healthy male of twenty might fetch three Spanish dollars; women and boys went for less. 

A slave caravan.

     As a slaver weighed anchor laden with “black ivory,” heart-rending scenes might occur.  On one occasion blacks in two canoes and on a raft came alongside a departing brig, begging to be taken also, so they could rejoin relatives now chained under the hatches.  Seeing that they were old, the captain took only three.  The others persisted, till a six-pound shot destroyed the raft.  Some of the crew were troubled by this, but the captain remarked coolly, “Your uncle knows his business.”

    And what became of the elderly and sick slaves that no trader wanted?  On one occasion eight hundred of them were taken out in canoes by other blacks and sunk with stones about their necks.  Here again, the cruelty of blacks on blacks matched that of whites on blacks.  The slave trade corrupted all who were involved in it.

     The worst that could happen at sea was not so much a slave revolt but a fire.  One repentant skipper told of such a horror at night, when all their cargo was locked under hatches.  The crew tried to put out the fire below with buckets of water, but the flames spread amidships and the vessel was doomed.  “Bear away, lads!” ordered the skipper.  “Lashings and spars for a raft, my hearties!”  The crew improvised a raft from the masts and bowsprit, and hoisted out the two  boats, while the fire smoldered between decks and the slaves screamed.  As the crew abandoned ship, a merciful mate lifted the hatch gratings and flung down the shackle keys, so the slaves could escape from the hold.  As the ship’s two boats towed the raft clear of the burning vessel, the slaves gained the deck, only to become enveloped in flames.  Some jumped into the sea and tried to climb aboard the boats and raft; a few succeeded, but the crewmen, fearing that they would be swamped, fought most of them off with handspikes.  As the white survivors distanced themselves from the vessel and the drowning slaves, the sea was illumined for miles by the flaming brig.  Out of  640 slaves, 115 were saved on the raft.  Saved, of course, for slavery.  For the traders, not a very satisfactory voyage.

     Did those who participated in the trade ever repent of it?  Yes, but usually on their deathbed.  Said one: “There is no way to stop the slave trade but by breaking up slaveholding.  Whilst there is a market, there will always be traders.  Men like me do its roughest work, but we are no worse than the Christian merchants whose money finds ships and freight, or the Christian planters who keep up the demand for negroes.  May God forgive me for my crimes, and may my story serve some good purpose in the world I am leaving.”

     And as Edward Manning’s account makes clear, slave trading was an equal opportunity operation.  Even in those Victorian times, when ladies were confined to the parlor, with forays into the nursery and outings for good works, some seemingly respectable women were up to their ears in the trade.  The woman Manning observed was a New London resident, but there were more such women in New York.  They kept a low profile, but occasionally their name crept into print.  A Law Intelligence report in the New York Tribune of September 22, 1862, told how a Mrs. Mary Jane Watson of 38 St. Mark’s Place had operated as a blind for John A. Machado, who skippered the bark Mary Francis on a run from Africa to Cuba.  Machado was arrested in New York, but to my knowledge no woman was ever prosecuted for participation in the trade.

     So good Christian men and women – ship owners, ship fitters, insurers, and provisioners, aided by banks extending loans to planters, and by iron merchants providing shackles and manacles – chose to get involved in this shameful web of complicity.  Why?  Two reasons: money and immunity.  A healthy young slave costing $50 in Africa could easily bring $350 or even $500 in Havana, and a healthy but inferior slave at least $250.  And the chances of getting caught and prosecuted were minimal.  For some, the temptation was simply too great, especially when you could remain at a safe remove and leave the dirty work to others.  So it went until Abraham Lincoln was elected president in 1860, and the new Republican administration enforced the law banning the trade and ended it once and for all.

BROWDERBOOKS  

All books are available online as indicated, or from the author.

1.  No Place for Normal: New York / Stories from the Most Exciting City in the World (Mill City Press, 2015).  Winner of the Tenth Annual National Indie Excellence Award for Regional Non-Fiction; first place in the Travel category of the 2015-2016 Reader Views Literary Awards; and Honorable Mention in the Culture category of the Eric Hoffer Book Awards for 2016.  All about anything and everything New York: alcoholics, abortionists, greenmarkets, Occupy Wall Street, the Gay Pride Parade, my mugging in Central Park, peyote visions, and an artist who made art of a blackened human toe.  In her Reader Views review, Sheri Hoyte called it "a delightful treasure chest full of short stories about New York City."

If you love the city (or hate it), this may be the book for you.  An award winner, it sold well at BookCon 2017.

Review 

"If you want wonderful inside tales about New York, this is the book for you.  Cliff Browder has a way with his writing that makes the city I lived in for 40 plus years come alive in a new and delightful way. A refreshing view on NYC that will not disappoint."  Five-star Amazon customer review by Bill L.

Available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

2.  Bill Hope: His Story (Anaphora Literary Press, 2017), the second novel in the Metropolis series.  New York City, 1870s: From his cell in the gloomy prison known as the Tombs, young Bill Hope spills out in a torrent of words the story of his career as a pickpocket and shoplifter; his brutal treatment at Sing Sing and escape from another prison in a coffin; his forays into brownstones and polite society; and his sojourn among the “loonies” in a madhouse, from which he emerges to face betrayal and death threats, and possible involvement in a murder.  Driving him throughout is a fierce desire for better, a persistent and undying hope.

For readers who like historical fiction and a fast-moving story.

Reviews

"A real yarn of a story about a lovable pickpocket who gets into trouble and has a great adventure.  A must read."  Five-star Amazon customer review by nicole w brown.

"This was a fun book.  The main character seemed like a cross between Huck Finn and a Charles Dickens character.  I would recommend this."  Four-star LibraryThing review by stephvin.

Available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

3.  Dark Knowledge (Anaphora Literary Press, 2018), the third novel in the Metropolis series.  Adult and young adult.  A fast-moving historical novel about New York City and the slave trade, with the sights and sounds and smells of the waterfront. 

The back cover summary:

New York City, late 1860s.  When young Chris Harmony learns that members of his family may have been involved in the illegal pre-Civil War slave trade, taking slaves from Africa to Cuba, he is appalled.  Determined to learn the truth, he begins an investigation that takes him into a dingy waterfront saloon, musty old maritime records that yield startling secrets, and elegant brownstone parlors that may have been furnished by the trade.  Since those once involved dread exposure, he meets denials and evasions, then threats, and a key witness is murdered.  Chris has vivid fantasies of the suffering slaves on the ships and their savage revolts.  How could seemingly respectable people be involved in so abhorrent a trade, and how did they avoid exposure?  And what price must Chris pay to learn the painful truth and proclaim it?

Early reviews

"A lively and entertaining tale.  The writing styles, plot, pace and character development were excellent."  Four-star LibraryThing early review by BridgitDavis.

"At first the plot ... seemed a bit contrived, but I was soon swept up in the tale."  Four-star LibraryThing early review by snash.

"I am glad that I have read this book as it goes into great detail and the presentation is amazing.  The Author obviously knows his stuff."  Four-star LibraryThing early review by Moiser20.

Just released; available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

4.  The Pleasuring of Men (Gival Press, 2011), the first novel in the Metropolis series, tells the story of a respectably raised young man who chooses to become a male prostitute in late 1860s New York and falls in love with his most difficult client.

What was the gay scene like in nineteenth-century New York?   Gay romance, if you like, but no porn (I don't do porn).  Women have read it and reviewed it.  (The cover illustration doesn't hurt.)

Reviews

"At times amusing, gritty, heartfelt and a little sexy -- this would make a great summer read."  Four-star Amazon customer review by BobW.

"Really more of a fantasy of a 19th century gay life than any kind of historical representation of the same."  Three-star Goodreads review by Rachel.

"The detail Browder brings to this glimpse into history is only equaled by his writing of credible and interesting characters.  Highly recommended."  Five-star Goodreads review by Nan Hawthorne.

Available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

An English map of the Gold Coast, Slave Coast, and Ivory Coast of West Africa, 1670.

Coming soon:  As a free sample, the first four chapters of Dark Knowledge.  After that, Symbols of Hate: When should an objectionable statue be removed, and when should it stay?  And after that, maybe Goldman Sachs again, the vampire squid of Wall Street.

©   Clifford Browder   2018