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N.C. District # 2 Subject: A SLAVE STORY No. Words: 1,474 Reference: Patsy Mitchner Worker: T. Pat Matthews Editor: George L. Andrews"
"Come right in, honey, I been empectin' come of you white folks a long time from what I dreampt an' I wants to tell you my story. You see I is umble an' perlite 'cause my white folks teached me dat way.
"Come right in, I'm not feelin' well. My husban' has been dead a long time. I cannot stan' up to talk to you so have a seat.
"I belonged to Alex Gorman, a paper man. He printed the "Spirit of the age," a newspaper. I reckon you can find it in the Museum. I reckons dey keeps all way back yonder things in dere jest to remember by. He had a lot of printers both black an' white. De slaves turned de wheels de most of de time, an' de white mens done de printin'. Dere wus a big place dug out at each side of de machine. One 'man pulled it to him an' de other pulled it to him. Dey wurked it wid de han's. It wus a big wheel. Dey didn't have no printers den like dey got now.
"De ole printin' place is standin' now. It stands in front of de laundry on Dawson Street, where a lot of red wagons stan's goin' up towards the bus station. De ole buildin' wid stairsteps to go up. Dey sot de type upstairs an' de machine wus on de groun' floor.
"Larster married Gormans twice an' dey wus both named kary. Don't know whether dey wus sisters or not, but dey wus both Vir inia woien. So my missus name wus -ary Gorman. I do not know my age, but I wus 'bout 12 years old when wheeler's cavalry come through. Dey skeered me so much I squatted like a rat. Dey pulled clothes of de line an' stole clothes from stores on' went down to de depot an' changed clothes. Dey stole de womens drawers an' willed 'em wid things. Dey stole meat, corn an' other things an' put 'en in womens drawers, throwed 'em across dere horses bocks an' went on. You know women den wore long drawers open in front, ha! ha!
"Wheeler's cavalry tied up de legs an' front of 'em an' filled de legs an' seat full of things dey stole. Dey jest grabbed everything an' went on. Dey had a reason for leavin'; de Yankees wus at dere heels.
"Jest as soon as dey lef' de Yankees come. You know, dere wus a man here by de name of Governor Molden an' de flag wus a red an' white flag, an' when de Yankess come dere wus another flag run up.
"I want to try to tell de truth 'cause I wus teached dat way by marster an' missus.
"De flag brought peace 'cause de Yankees did not tear up de town. Dey had guards out around de houses an' dey marched back an' forth day an' night to keep everybody from robbin' de houses.
"De Yankees wid dere blue uniforms on jest kivered de town. Dey wus jest like ants. Dey played purty music on de ban' an' I liked dat. I wus fraid of 'em dough 'cause carster an' missus said dey were goin' to give us to 'em when dey come. I stayed hid mos' of de time right after de' surrender 'cause I didn't want de Yankees to ketch me. When de others lef' after de surrender I run away an' went to Rev. Louis Edwards, a nigger preacher. He sent me to my aunt at Rolesville. My Aunt wus named Patsy Lewis. I stayed dere bout three weeks when my uncle rented whur Camsron Park is now an' tended it dat year. We all come to Raleigh an' I have lived here all my life, but the three weeks I stayed at Rolesville.
"I have wurked for white folks, washin', cookin', an' wurkin' at a laundry ever since freedom come.
"I never seed my father in my life. My mother wus named Tempe Gorman. Dey would not talk to me 'bout who my father wus nor where he wus at. Mother would laf sometime when I axed her 'bout him.
"Marster treated his niggers mean sometimes. He beat my mother till de scars wus on her back, so I could see 'em.
"Dey sold my mother, sister an' brother to ole man Askew, a slave speculator, an' dey were shipped to de Mississippi bottoms in a box-car. I never heard from mother anymore.
I neoer seed my orother agin, but my sister come back to Cherlotte. She come to see me. She married an' lived dere till she died.
"In slavery time de food wus bad at marsters. It wus cooked one day for de nex', dat is de corn bread wus baked an' de neat wus biled an' you et it col' fer breakfas'. De meat wus as fat as butter an' you got the rashen an' a hunk of corn bread fer a meal. No biscuit wus seen in de slave houses. No sir, dat dey wus not. No biscuit for nighters at marsters.
"Our clothes wus bad an' our sleepin' places wus jest ounks. Our shoes had wooden cottoms on 'em.
"I heard 'em talk about patterollers so much I wus skeered so I could hardly sleep at night sometimes. I wus 'fraid dey would come an' catch me but I neber seed one in my life.
"I neber seed any slaves sold, in chains, or a jail for slaves. I neber seed a slave whupped. Marster took 'em in de back shed room to whup 'em.
"We wus not teached to read an' write. You better not be caught wid no paper in yore han' if you wus, you got de cowhide. I darsent to talk back to 'em no matter what happen'd dey would git you if you talked back to 'em.
"I married Tom Mitchner after de war. I went by de name of Patsy Gorman till I wus married. Now I goes by de name of Patsy Mitchner. My husban', Tom Mitchner, wus born a slave. My marster lived whar de bus station now is on de corner of Martin an' McDowell Streets in dat ole house dat stan's near dere now. I wus born an' bred in Raleigh an' have neber libed out of Wake County.
"Ole Dr. Jim McKee, who is dead an' gone, looked atter us when we wus sick. He give us medicine an' kep us clean out better en people is clean out now. Or. John McKee at de City Wall is his son. Dey pays no 'tention to me now; guess dey has forgotten me.
"Did you say ghosts, Lawsy, no I neber seed one but our spirits is always wonderin' aroun' eben before we dies. Spirits is wonderin' eoerywhere an' you has to look out for 'em.
"Witches is folks. I neber had a spell put on me by one, but I knowed a woman once who had a spell put on 'er, an' it hurt her feet, but a ole white man witch doctor helped take de spell off, but I think it wus de Lord who took it off. I is a Christain an' I believes sberythin' is in his han's.
"De people is worser now den dey wus in slavery time. We need patterollers right now. 'Twould stop some uv dis stealin' an' keep a lot of folks out of de penetentiary. We need 'em right now.
"Slavery wus better for us den things is now in some cases. Niggers den didn't have no responsibility, jest wurk, obey an' eat. Now dey got to shuffle around an' live on jest what de white folks min' to give 'em.
"Slaves prayed for freedom. Den dey got it dey didn't know what to do wid it. Dey wus turned out wid nowhere to go an' nothin' to live on. Dey had no 'sperence in lookin' out for demselves an' nothin' to wurk wid an' no lan'.
"Dey made me think of de crowd onetime who prayed for rain when it wus dry in crap time. De rain fell in torrents an' kept fallin' till it was 'bout a flood. De rain frogs 'gin to holler an' callin' mo' rain an' it rained an' rained. Den de raincrow got up in a high tree an' he holler an' axed de Lord for rain. It rained till ebery little rack of cloud dat come ober brought a big shower of large drops. De fiel's wus so wet an' miry you could not go in 'em an' water wus standin' in de fiel's middle of ebery row, while de ditches in de fiel's looked like little rivers, dey wus so full of water. It begun to thunder agin in de southwest, right whar we call de "Chub hole" of de sky, whar so much rain comes from an' de clouds growed blacker an' blacker back dere.
"Den one of de mens who had been prayin' for rain up an' said, 'I tell you brothers if it don't quit rainin' eoerything goin' to be washed away.' Dey all looked at de black rain cloud in de west wid sor'ful fanes as if dey felt dey didn't know what use dey had for rain after dey got it. Den one of de brothers said to de other brothers kinder easy an' shameful like, 'Brothers don't you think we overdone dis thing?' Dats what many a slave thought 'bout prayin' for freedom.
"Before two years had passed after de surrender dere wus two out of every three slaves who wushed dey wus back wid dere marsters.
"De marsters kindness to de niggers after de war is de cause of de nigger havin' things today. Dere wus a lot of love-between marster an' slave en dar is few of us dat don't love de white folks today.
"Slavery wus a bad thing an' freedom, of de kin' we got wid nothin' to live on wus bad. Two snakes full of pisen. One lyin' wid his head pintin' north, de other wid his head pintin' south. Dere names wus slavery an' freedom. De snake called slavery lay wid his head pinted south an' de snake called freedom lay wid his head pinted north. Both bit de nigger, an' dey wus both bad."
EH.
