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N. C. District No. 2 Worker Mary A. Hicks No words 901 |
Subject EX-SLAVE STORIES Person Interviewed Ophelia Whitley Editor Daisy Bailey Waitt" |
An Interview by Mary A. Ricks with Ophelia Whitley of Zebulon, (Wake Co.) N. C. 12 May 1937.
"I was borned at Wakefield in 1841, here in Wake County. My mammy was named Eliza an' my pappy was named Thomas. Dar was eleben uv us chilluns, Frances, Sally Ann, Jane, Pattie, Louisa, Alice, Firginia, Sam, Haywood, Boobie and me. We belonged to Mr. Agustus Foster an' he was right good to us even do' he had a hundred or so other slaves.
"I 'members one whuppin' I got when I wus little 'bout a big matter dat looked little at de time. Mens would come by in kivered wagons, (we called dem speckled wagons) an' steal Marse Gus' nigger chilluns. He had lost a heap of money dat way, so he forbids us of goin' out ter de road an' he orders us ter stay 'way back in de rear uv de house. One day we sees a drove uv dese wagons comin' an' we flies down ter de road. De marster ketches us an' I flies, but he hobbles ter our cabin on his crutches an' he pinches me, pokes me wid de crutch an' slaps my face.
"His son Billy was de overseer an' he was good ter git along wid, but he shore made dem darkies wuck. De wimmen plowed an' grubbed, an' I'se known dem ter leave de field, go ter de house an' find a baby an' be back at wuck de next day. Dat ain't happen often do', mostly dey done light wuck fer a week or so. De babies was carried to Ant Hannah's house an' she raised 'em all so's dat de other wimmen could wuck. De mammies ain't even 'member which was dere chilluns half de time, so dar was no mo'nin' when somebody got sold.
"I 'members a slave sale an' hyarin' de marster tell Cindy an' Bruce ter act up fer de benefit of de buyers. Cindy said dat she could do ever'thing, so she brung a good price, but Bruce, atter sayin' dat he could do it all, was tole ter hitch up a hoss in a hurry. He got de hoss an' turned his head ter de spatter board an' tried to hook de hoss up hind part befo'. De marster can't find no buyer, so he whups Bruce awful atter he gits him home, but dat black boy says, 'Marse, Yo' can kill me, but I'd ruther stay on hyar.' I'se seed niggers in chains, but dey was travelin', or was mighty bad niggers.
"We had log cabins to live in an' dey was comfortable but we ain't had much jubilees, de marster not believin' in such things. We warn't teached nothin', not even religion an' we got whupped if we was ketched wid a piece uv paper or a slate. De white folks warn't teached nothin' den, an' you know dey won't gwine ter take no trouble wid de niggers. De niggers had a doctor do' when dey got sick same as de white folks, an' dey got a lot of spring tonic an' such, made out of barks an' roots.
"When de slaves got married dey done it dis way: de marster hilt a broom an' dey solemnly steps over it twict den dey kissed an' dey was married, 'course dar was something dat de marster said, but I done forgot whut if was.
"When we hyard dat de Yankees was comin' some of de niggers went fer de woods an' stayed till atter de surrender, but most uv us stayed on an' wucked jist de same.
"My marster made his own brandy an' whiskey an' when de Yankees come he was a rich man. His smoke house was ful o' hams an' he hid 'em in de ceilin' of my mammy's shack, an' he buried dem barrels of brandy, but de Yankees done found it all an' dey ain't left nothin'.
"I 'members how some of dem Yankee officers cussed in front of my missus an' how I tole 'em dat dey mought be Yankees but dey won't half raised at dat.
"Atter de surrender my marster had ter make de slaves leave, but he moved my papy's cabin furder an' we jist stayed on same as always till he died. I 'members moughty well when my mammy an' papy got married case I seed it two years atter de surrender.
"Dar was two witches lived in our neighborhood. Dey wus sisters named Miss Quinnie an' Miss Tilda an' I'se seed dem brewin' coffee a many a time an' pourin' it out in a long neck goard. Dey done a powerful lot of things which I can't recollect right dis minute, anyhow dey was witches.
"I uster see ghosts on dis very road nigh 'bout ever' night. Dey was white an' spongy lookin' an' dey set under de bushes an' holler an' holler an'-holler. I'se poured water on 'em many a time but it ain't done no good.
"Do you know chile, slavery was a good thing, but folks has improved a lot since den, an' de Yankees warn't half as good ter us as our ole marster an missus was, even if'n dey did put a stop ter de Ku Klux Klan beatin' sorry niggers dat had ort ter be hung.
