Nat Turner by T. Thomas Fortune

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Year Created: 1884

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Description: Timothy Thomas Fortune wrote this poem, titled "Nat Turner" for the Cleveland Gazette on November 22nd, 1884. Fortune was an orator, civil rights leader, and writer who was the editor for the influential black newspaper The New York Age. In his poem, Fortune defended Nat Turner's legacy as a revolutionary who fought for freedom against oppression.

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           He stood erect, a man as proud

           As ever to a tyrant bowed

           Unwilling head or bent a knee,

           And longed, while bending, to be free:

           And o’er his ebon features came

           A shadow—‘twas of manly shame—

           Aye, shame that he should wear a chain

           And feel his manhood writhed with pain,

           Doomed to a life of plodding toil,

           Shamefully rooted to the soil!

           He stood erect; his eyes flashed fire;

           His robust form convulsed with ire;

           “I will be free! I will be free!

           Or, fighting, die a man!” cried he.

           Virginia’s hills were lit at night—

           The slave had risen in his might.

           And far and near Nat’s wail went forth,

           To South and East, and West and North,

           And strong men trembled in their power,

           And weak men felt 'twas now their hour.

           “I will be free! I will be free!

           Or, fighting, die a man!” cried he.

           The tyrant’s arm was all too strong,

           Had swayed dominion all too long;

           And so the hero met his end

           As all who fall as Freedom’s friend.

           The blow he struck shook slavery’s throne;

           His cause was just, e’en skeptics own;

           And round his lowly grave soon swarmed

           Freedom’s brave hosts for freedom arm’d.

           That host was swollen by Nat’s kin

           To fight for Freedom, Freedom win,

           Upon the soil that spurned his cry:

           “I will be free, or I will die!”

           Let tyrants quake e’en in their power,

           For sure will come the awful hour

           When they must give an answer, why

           Heroes in chains should basely die,

           Instead of rushing to the field,

           And counting battle ere they yield.

 

Citation: Fortune , T.  Thomas. “Cleveland Gazette, Nov. 22, 1884: Nat-Turner.” THE NAT TURNER PROJECT, www.natturnerproject.org/blank-c1td3. Accessed 17 Mar. 2025.