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Historic Era: Era 5: Civil War and Reconstruction (1850-1877)
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February/March 1991 | Volume 42, Issue 1
Authors:
Historic Era: Era 5: Civil War and Reconstruction (1850-1877)
Historic Theme:
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February/March 1991 | Volume 42, Issue 1
In August of 1863, Frederick Douglass called upon the Secretary of War Edwin M. Stanton to explain why the recruiting of black troops for the Union had been slower than some had expected. Black men wanted equal pay, he explained, and a chance for promotion. And they wanted some assurance that the Union would retaliate if the Confederate Congress made good on its pledge to treat captive black soldiers as rebellious slaves, rather than prisoners of war.
Stanton was “cold and business-like … but earnest,” Douglass remembered. His visitor was earnest, too. “I told him,” Douglass recalled, “that the negro was the victim of two extreme opinions. One claimed for him too much, and the other too little … that it was a mistake to regard him either as an angel or a devil. He is simply a man, and should be dealt with purely as such.”
That fact, so apparently self-evident, so rarely acknowledged either in Douglass’s time or in our own, was the tirelessly reiterated lesson of his extraordinary life, and it provides the key to William S. McFeely’s distinguished new biography Frederick Douglass. McFeely’s Douglass is undeniably great—and undeniably human, as well.
Abraham Lincoln has traditionally been our model self-made statesman, but his rise to prominence seems almost effortless compared with the climb Frederick Douglass had to make. He was born Frederick Bailey in 1818 on a Maryland plantation (even the name by which he later became famous was his own creation, adapted from a poem by Sir Walter Scott to confuse slave catchers after he fled north), the son of a white man whose identity he could never quite pin down and of a slave woman who, perhaps because she harbored bitter memories of his fathering, seems to have shown little interest in him. His grandmother raised him until the age of six, somehow managing to instill in him a sense that he was destined for great things, then handed him on to the big house to be trained as a servant.
Douglass experienced both slavery’s brutality and its paternalism during his first twenty years, and it is hard to tell from the three vivid but increasingly romanticized accounts of his youth that he published during his lifetime which angered him the most. But he taught himself to read and write and at twelve secretly bought a book, Caleb Bingham’s Columbian Orator. “Seldom,” McFeely writes, “has a single book more profoundly shaped the life of a writer and orator.” Words could be weapons, Douglass learned; oratory was power.
His oratory helped make Douglass black America’s best-known champion, but he was far more than a magnificent voice and a majestic presence. He was his own man, cunning about tactics but uncompromising in his convictions and unwilling ever to follow anyone else’s script, including that drafted by the white sympathizers who thought him their creation. No man did more to undermine slavery before the Civil