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Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave & Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl (Anglais) Poche – 28 décembre 2004

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Chapter One


I was born a slave; but I never knew it till six years of happy childhood had passed away. My father was a carpenter, and considered so intelligent and skilful in his trade, that, when buildings out of the common line were to be erected, he was sent for from long distances, to be head workman. On condition of paying his mistress two hundred dollars a year, and supporting himself, he was allowed to work at his trade, and manage his own affairs. His strongest wish was to purchase his children; but, though he several times offered his hard earnings for that purpose, he never succeeded. In complexion my parents were a light shade of brownish yellow, and were termed mulattoes. They lived together in a comfortable home; and, though we were all slaves, I was so fondly shielded that I never dreamed I was a piece of merchandise, trusted to them for safe keeping, and liable to be demanded of them at any moment. I had one brother, William, who was two years younger than myself -- a bright, affectionate child. I had also a great treasure in my maternal grandmother, who was a remarkable woman in many respects. She was the daughter of a planter in South Carolina, who, at his death, left her mother and his three children free, with money to go to St. Augustine, where they had relatives. It was during the Revolutionary War; and they were captured on their passage, carried back, and sold to different purchasers. Such was the story my grandmother used to tell me; but I do not remember all the particulars. She was a little girl when she was captured and sold to the keeper of a large hotel. I have often heard her tell how hard she fared during childhood. But as she grew older she evinced so much intelligence, and was so faithful, that her master and mistress could not help seeing it was for their interest to take care of such a valuable piece of property. She became an indispensable personage in the household, officiating in all capacities, from cook and wet nurse to seamstress. She was much praised for her cooking; and her nice crackers became so famous in the neighborhood that many people were desirous of obtaining them. In consequence of numerous requests of this kind, she asked permission of her mistress to bake crackers at night, after all the household work was done; and she obtained leave to do it, provided she would clothe herself and her children from the profits. Upon these terms, after working hard all day for her mistress, she began her midnight bakings, assisted by her two oldest children. The business proved profitable; and each year she laid by a little, which was saved for a fund to purchase her children. Her master died, and the property was divided among his heirs. The widow had her dower in the hotel, which she continued to keep open. My grandmother remained in her service as a slave; but her children were divided among her master's children. As she had five, Benjamin, the youngest one, was sold, in order that each heir might have an equal portion of dollars and cents. There was so little difference in our ages that he seemed more like my brother than my uncle. He was a bright, handsome lad, nearly white; for he inherited the complexion my grandmother had derived from Anglo-Saxon ancestors. Though only ten years old, seven hundred and twenty dollars were paid for him. His sale was a terrible blow to my grandmother; but she was naturally hopeful, and she went to work with renewed energy, trusting in time to be able to purchase some of her children. She had laid up three hundred dollars, which her mistress one day begged as a loan, promising to pay her soon. The reader probably knows that no promise or writing given to a slave is legally binding; for, according to Southern laws, a slave, being property, can hold no property. When my grandmother lent her hard earnings to her mistress, she trusted solely to her honor. The honor of a slaveholder to a slave!

To this good grandmother I was indebted for many comforts. My brother Willie and I often received portions of the crackers, cakes, and preserves, she made to sell; and after we ceased to be children we were indebted to her for many more important services.

Such were the unusually fortunate circumstances of my early childhood. When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave. My mother's mistress was the daughter of my grandmother's mistress. She was the foster sister of my mother; they were both nourished at my grandmother's breast. In fact, my mother had been weaned at three months old, that the babe of the mistress might obtain sufficient food. They played together as children; and, when they became women, my mother was a most faithful servant to her whiter foster sister. On her death-bed her mistress promised that her children should never suffer for any thing; and during her lifetime she kept her word. They all spoke kindly of my dead mother, who had been a slave merely in name, but in nature was noble and womanly. I grieved for her, and my young mind was troubled with the thought who would now take care of me and my little brother. I was told that my home was now to be with her mistress; and I found it a happy one. No toilsome or disagreeable duties were imposed upon me. My mistress was so kind to me that I was always glad to do her bidding, and proud to labor for her as much as my young years would permit. I would sit by her side for hours, sewing diligently, with a heart as free from care as that of any free-born white child. When she thought I was tired, she would send me out to run and jump; and away I bounded, to gather berries or flowers to decorate her room. Those were happy days -- too happy to last. The slave child had no thought for the morrow; but there came that blight, which too surely waits on every human being born to be a chattel.

When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died. As I saw the cheek grow paler, and the eye more glassy, how earnestly I prayed in my heart that she might live! I loved her; for she had been almost like a mother to me. My prayers were not answered. She died, and they buried her in the little churchyard, where, day after day, my tears fell upon her grave.

I was sent to spend a week with my grandmother. I was now old enough to begin to think of the future; and again and again I asked myself what they would do with me. I felt sure I should never find another mistress so kind as the one who was gone. She had promised my dying mother that her children should never suffer for any thing; and when I remembered that, and recalled her many proofs of attachment to me, I could not help having some hopes that she had left me free. My friends were almost certain it would be so. They thought she would be sure to do it, on account of my mother's love and faithful service. But, alas! we all know that the memory of a faithful slave does not avail much to save her children from the auction block.

After a brief period of suspense, the will of my mistress was read, and we learned that she had bequeathed me to her sister's daughter, a child of five years old. So vanished our hopes. My mistress had taught me the precepts of God's Word: "Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself." "Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do ye even so unto them." But I was her slave, and I suppose she did not recognize me as her neighbor. I would give much to blot out from my memory that one great wrong. As a child, I loved my mistress; and, looking back on the happy days I spent with her, I try to think with less bitterness of this act of injustice. While I was with her, she taught me to read and spell; and for this privilege, which so rarely falls to the lot of a slave, I bless her memory.

She possessed but few slaves; and at her death those were all distributed among her relatives. Five of them were my grandmother's children, and had shared the same milk that nourished her mother's children. Notwithstanding my grandmother's long and faithful service to her owners, not one of her children escaped the auction block. These God-breathing machines are no more, in the sight of their masters, than the cotton they plant, or the horses they tend. --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Broché .

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A viable alternative to male save narratives. The specific problems faced by female slaves are clearly portrayed. (Ray Doyle, West Chester Univ.) --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Relié .

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  • Poche: 464 pages
  • Editeur : Modern Library; Édition : Reprint (28 décembre 2004)
  • Collection : Modern Library Classics
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 0345478231
  • ISBN-13: 978-0345478238
  • Dimensions du produit: 10,6 x 2,4 x 17,4 cm
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3 internautes sur 3 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par N. Angibaud le 7 juin 2012
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I perceived this small book the way a jury would hear the big story of a woman(who once was a girl). I remain struck by the gender difference in the impact of slavery (violence for males and rape/abuse til maternity for females) and deeper struck by the very young/ mothers/grand-mothers' voices (better have one's baby die than it be: starved/be a slave/sold soon/raped when teen...) so many issues that are not so often brought to light...
J'ai reçu ce petit livre comme un témoignage d'une "grande" histoire, celle d'une femme qui fut fillette esclave. Je reste frappée par la franche différence de vécu de l'esclave selon son sexe (pour les garçons la violence et le viol jusqu'à la maternité pour les filles ) et plus frappée encore par les voix des filles-mères/mères/ grand-mères (mieux vaut avoir un enfant mort-né qu'un enfant: affamé/esclave/vendu au marché/violé..) Tant de questions si peu souvent sorties de l'obscurité...Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl
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Livre écrite par une jeune fille née vers 1812 et esclave "de maison". Emouvant, donne une vision "de l'intérieur" mais avec beaucoup de pudeur. Aussi une réflexion sur le sexisme. Hélàs, toujours d'actualité. Ecrit dans une langue comportant pas mal d'archaïsmes. Acheté dans le format kindle, l'accès au dictionnaire anglais est bien utile.
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Par Un client le 12 octobre 2005
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"Incidents in the life of a slave girl" is a book you will never forget - a powerful eye opener onto the realities of the darkest age of US history. Written by Harriet Jacobs in her later years as she put effort to the anti-slavery cause, the book is a must read for all interested in American history. The true story of the trials she lived as a young slave girl in the South, the ingenuous way she found to defy the system, and how she tried to use one aspect of the system to her advantage. Written in the 19th C. when strictest of Puritan values were the norm, the authoress produced her original manuscript under a pseudonym to protect her reputation given sensitivites of the times.
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