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3115 W. 17th Street, Little Rock, Arknnsas
Age 78
Mary Estes Peters was born a slave January 30, 1860 in Missouri somewhere. Her mother was colored and her
father white, the white perentage being very evident in her color and features and hair. She is very reticent about the
facts of her birth. The subject had to be approached from many angles and in many ways and by two different
persons before that part of the story could be gottan.
Although she was born in Missouri, she was "refugeed" first to Mississippi and then here, Arkansas. She is
convinced that her mother was sold at least twice after freedom,---once into Mississippi, once into Helena, and
probably once more after reaching Arkansas, Mary harself being still a very small child.
I think she is mistaken on this point. I did not debate with her but I cross-examined her carefully and it appears to
me that there was probably in her mother's mind a confused knowledge of the issuance of the Emancipation
Proclamation in 1862. Lincoln's Compensation Emancipation plan advocated in March 1862, the Abolition in the
District of Columbia in 1862 in April, the announcement of Lincoln's Emancipation intention in July 1862, the
prohibition of slavery in present and future territories, June 19, 1862, together with the actual issuance of the
Emancipation in September 1862, and the effectiveness of the proclamation in January 1, 1863, would well give
riae to an impression among many slaves that emancipation had been completed.
As a matter of fact, Missouri did not secede; the Civil War which nevertheless ensued would find some slaveholders
exposed to the full force of the 1862 proclamation in 1865 at the time of its first effectiveness. Maturally it did not
become effective in many other places till 1865. It would very naturally happen then that a sale in Missouri in the
latter part of 1862 or any time thereafter might be well construed by ex-slaves as a sale after emencipation,
especially aince they do not as a rule pay as much attention to the dates of occurrences as to their sequence. This
interpretation accords with the story. Only such an explanation could make probable a narrative which places the
subject as a newborn babe in 1860 and sold after slavery had ceased while still too young to remember. Her earliest
recollections are recollections of Arkansas.
She has lived in Arkansas ever since the Civil War and in Little Rock ever since 1879. She made a living as a
seamstress for awhile but is now unable to sew because of fading eyesight. She married in 1879 and led a long and
contented married life until the recent death of her husband. She lives with her husband's nephew and ekes out a
living by fragmentary jobs. She has a good memory and a clear mind for her age.
"My mother was sold after freedom. It was the young folks did all that devilment. They found they could get some
money out of her and they did it. She was put on the block in St. Louis and sold down into Vicksburg, Mississippi.
Then they sold her into Helena, Arkansas. After that they carried her down into Trenton (?), Arkansas. I don't know
whether they sold her that time or not, but I reckon they did. Leastways, they carried her down there. All this was
done after freedom. My mother was only fifteen years old when she was sold the first time, and I was a baby in her
arms. I don't know nothing about it myself, but I have heard her tell about it many and many a time. It was after
freedom. Of course, she didn't know she was free.
"It was a good while before my mother realized she was free. She noticed the other colored people going to and fro
and she wondered about it. They didn't allow you to go round in slave times. She asked them about it and they told
her, 'Don't you know you are free?' Some of the white people too told her that she was free. After that, from the way
she talked, I guess she stayed around there until she could go some place and get wages for her work. She was a
good cook.
"I have seen many a scar on my mother. She had mean white folks. She had one big scar on the side of her head.
The hair never did grow back on that place. She used to comb her hair over it so that it wouldn't show. The way she
got it was this:
"One day her mistress went to high mass and left a lot of work for my mother to do. She was only a girl and it was
too much. There was more work than she could get done. She had too big a task for a child to get done. When her
old mistress came back and her work was not all done, she beat my mother down to the ground, and then she took
one of the skillets and bust her over the head with it---trying to kill her, I reckon. I have seen the scar with my own
eyes. It was an awful thing.
"My mother was a house servant in Missouri and Mississippi. Mover done no hard work till she came here
(Arkansas). When they brought her here they tried to make a field hand out of her. She hadn't been used to chopping
cotton. When she didn't chop it fast as the others did, they would beat her. She didn't know nothing about no
farmwork. She had all kinds of trouble. They just didn't treat her good. She used to have good times in Missouri and
Mississippi but not in Arkansas. They just didn't treat her good. In them days, they'd whip anybody. They'd tie you
to the bed or have somebody hold you down on the floor and whip you till the blood ran.
"But, Lawd, my mother never had no use for Catholics because it was a Catholic that hit her over the head with that
skillet---right after she come from mass.
"My mother said that they used to pour the food into troughs and give it to the slaves. They'd give them an old
wooden spoon or something and they all eat out of the same dish or trough. They wouldn't let the slaves eat out of
the things they et out of. Fed them just like they would hogs.
"When I was little, she used to come to feed me about twelve o'clock every day. She hurry in, give me a little bowl
of something, and then hurry right on out because she had to go right back to her work. She didn't have time to stay
and see how I et. If I had enough, it was all right. If I didn't have enough, it was all right. It might be pot liquor or it
might be just anything.
"One day she left me alone and I was lying on the floor in front of the fireplace asleep. I didn't have no bed nor
nothing then.
The fire must have popped out and set me on fire. You see they done a whole lot of weaving in them days. And they
put some sort of lint on the children.
"I don't reckon children them days knowed what a biscuit was. They just raked up whatever was left off the table
and brung it to you. Children have a good time nowadays.
"People goin' to work heard me hollering and came in and put out the fire. I got scars all round my waist today I
could show you.
"Another time my mother had to go off and leave me. I was older then. I gness I must have gotten hungry and
wanted to get somethin' to eat. So I got up and wandered off into the woods. There weren't many people living
round there then. (This was in Trenton (?), Arkansas, a small place not far from Helena.) And the place was not
built up much then and they had lots of wolves. Wolves make a lot of noise when they get to trailin' anything. I got
about a half mile from the road and the wolves got after me. I guess they would have eat me up but a man heard
them howling, and he knew there wasn't no house around there but ours, and he came to see what was up, and he
beat off the wolves and carried me back home. There wasn't nare another house round there but ours and he knew I
must have come from there.
"Mother was working then. It was night though. They brung the news to her and they wouldn't let her come to me.
Mother said she felt like getting a gun and killin' them. Her child out like that and they wouldn't let her go home.
"That must have happened after freedom, because it was the last mistress she had. Almost all her beatings and
trouble came from her last mistress. That woman sure gave her a lot of trouble.
"All I know about my age is what my mother told me.
"The first people that raised my mother had her age in the Bible. She said she was about fifteen years old when I
was born. From what she told me, I must be about seventy-eight years old. She taught me that I was born on
Sunday, on the thirtieth of January, in the year before the War.
"My mother's name was Myles. I don't know what her first master's name was. She told me I was born in Phelps
County, Missouri; I guess you'd call it St. Louis now. I am giving you the straight truth just as she gave it to me.
"From the way she talked, the people what raised her from a child were good to her. They raised her with their
children. Them people fed her just like they fed their own children.
"There was a light brownskin boy around there and they give him anything that he wanted. But they didn't like my
mother and me---on account of my color. They would talk about it. They tell their children that when I got big
enough, I would think I was good as they was. I couldn't help my color. My mother couldn't either.
"My mother's mistress had three boys, one twenty-one, one nineteen, and one seventeen. Old mistress had gone
away to spend the day one day. Mother always worked in the house. She didn't work on the farm in Missouri. While
she was alone, the boys came in and threw her down on the floor and tied her down so she couldn't struggle, and
one after the other used her as long as they wanted for the whole afternoon. Mother was sick when her mistress
came home. When old mistress wanted to know what was the matter with her, she told her what the boys had done.
She whipped them and that's the way I came to be here.
"My mother was separated from her mother when she was three years old. They sold my mother away from my
grandmother. She don't know nothing about her people. She never did see her mother's folks. She heard from them.
It must have been after freedom. But she never did get no full understanding about them. Some of them was in
Kansas City, Kansas. My grandmother I don't know what became of her.
"When my mother was sold into St. Louis, they would have sold me away from her but she cried and went on so
that they bought me too. I don't know nothing about it myself, but my mother told me. I was just nine months old
then. They would call it refugeeing. These people that had raised her wanted to get somsthing out of her because
they found out that the colored people was going to be free. Those white people in Missouri didn't have many
slaves. They just had four slaves---my mother, myself, another woman and an old colored man called Uncle Joe.
They didn't get to sell him because he bought hisself. He made a little money working on people with rheumatism.
They would run the niggers from state to state about that time to keep them from getting free and to get something
out of tham. My mother was sold into Mississippi after freedom. Then she was refugeed from one place to another
through Helena to Trenton (?), Arkansas.
"My mother used to laugh at that. The master would do all the marryin'. I have heard her say that many a time. They
would call themselves jumpin' the broom. I don't know what they did. Whatever the master said put them together. I
don't know just how it was fixed up, but they helt the broom and master would say, 'I pronounce you man and wife'
or something like that.
"My mother talked about the Kn Klux but I don't know much about them. She talked about how they would ride and
how they would go in and destroy different people's things. Go in the smoke house and eat the people's stuff. She
said that they didn't give the colored people much trouble. sometimes they would give them something to eat.
"When they went to a place where they didn't give the colored people much to eat, what they didn't destroy they
would say, 'Go get it.' I don't know how it was but the Ku Klux didn't have much use for certain white people and
they would destroy everything they had.
"I have lived in Arkansas about all my life. I have been in Little Bock ever since January 30, 1879. I don't know
how I happened to move on my birthday. My husband brought me here for my rheumatism.
"I married in 1879 and moved here from Marianna. I had lived in Helena before Marianna.
"The niggers voted in Marianna and in Helena. They voted in Little Rock too. I didn't know any of them. It seems
Iike some of the people didn't make so much talk about it. They did, I guess, though. Many of the farmers would tell
their hands who they wanted them to vote for, and they would do it.
"Them was critical times. A man would kill you if he got beat. They would say, 'So and so lost the lection,' and then
somebody would go to Judgment. I remember once they had a big barbecue in Eelena just after the lection. They
had it for the white and for the colored alike. We didn't know there was any trouble. The shooting started on a hill
where everybody could see. First thing you know, one man fell dead. Another dropped down on all fours bleeding,
but he retch in under him and dragged out a pistol and shot down the man that shot him. That was a sad time.
Niggers and white folks were all mixed up together and shooting. It was the first time I had ever been out. My
mother never would let me go out before that.
"I ain't able to do much of anything now. I used to make a good living as a dressmaker. I can't sew now because of
my eyes. I used to make many a dollar before my eyes got to failing me. Make pants, dresses, anything. When you
get old, you fail in what you been doing. I don't get anything from the government. They don't give me any kind of
help."
Interviewer Mrs. Bernice Bowden"
