No you didn't answer the question. You were too busy trying to put the blame for slavery on the Southeners and making sure the people who caught and enslaved the slaves were not mentioned. If it wasn't for the people who caught them in the first place there would not have been any slaves here.
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New book Defending Dixie's Land: What Every American Should Know About The South And The Civil War
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The US Army liberated thousands of slaves, yes. Many of whom sought to fight against their “masters” immediately, but as racist attitudes still held sway, were not allowed to for a time. When the USCTs were finally created there was no shortage of actual volunteers, as opposed to slaves being forced into working for the Confederate army.
Very few, especially compared to the 90,000 former slaves— and 175,000 total African Americans— who fought with the Union Army.
Now you are just outright lying 😂
Yes, I put the blame for slavery in this country on the people who wanted slaves in the first place, and who fought a war which killed hundreds of thousands of American servicemen in hopes of saving slavery.
Cry harder.
Congrats, I haven‘t seen a more massive collection of lies, half truths, and outright bullshit in a while 😂
chowderman
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oh, it's not the fault of recorded history.
it's the twisted use of words to make your imaginary history "work"
same as your point that the EP only addressed southern states - it's quite true, states in rebellion . . .
but you overlook the fact that northern states had already abolished slavery. the EP was an unnecessary proclamation for "free states."
once again, words twisted to make your imaginary history "work"
"It is called history. And some wonder why so many hold to untruths myths and superstitions, this here is a prime example."
it's your own personal imaginary history. it is not the real history.
No, it’s called Lost Cause drivel.
For example, your little chapter conveniently leaves out the fact that slaves escaping from their “masters” were routinely hunted down and brutally tortured. It’s not like they could just slip away easily; they had to make a coherent plan in order to successfully escape to freedom. It likewise was not even remotely easy to organize a slave uprising, and the level of atrocities the “masters” inflicted in the aftermath of the revolts being crushed was enough to make such a revolt a daunting task. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to; it was they knew the price they would pay if they failed.
You also equate their “masters” to being part of their families, which is comically ignorant. Slaves certainly didn’t see the people torturing and abusing them daily as part of their “families“; in reality, a major motive for enlistment in the USCT was to be able to liberate their actual families from their “masters”.
There is no evidence whatsoever to support the contention that slaves felt any strong attachment or loyalty to the Confederacy at all.
chowderman
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it proves your book is a farces.
I already pointed out the numerous glaring holes in your little narrative. Sorry dude, your crush on Robert E Lee doesn’t change the facts.
You put the blame on the people in this country? You do realize there were slaves long before this land was a country?
What makes you think slaves could make a coherent plan? If they had the ability to do that they would not be slaves in the first place.
Sorry dude, anyone claiming slavery wasn’t so bad has officially eliminated themselves as a credible source on “truth”
Well gee, the tens of thousands of people who successfully managed to escape from their “masters”, many of whom returned years later to help kick the South’s ass and put an end to slavery, for starters.
Yes, I put the blame for the Confederacy’s actions on the Confederacy.
And the crying about ”primary sources” coming from the guy who happily chose to ignore the thousands of primary sources describing, in great detail, just how horrific slavery was is especially amusing.
Your own words betray how unserious your work is. It's no surprise that someone who belongs to a John C Calhoun organization would support whatever it is you're about.
This guy's work will never be actually reviewed because it's bullshit.
Yeah sure a Confederate John C Calhoun member will drool over this crap because it is exactly as you said "Lost Cause" crap.
It's been around and keeps on going around and around.
Bishop simply regurgitates the same ole Confederate crap and he self publishes and tries to push it on a Forum.
It's just the same plain old rehashed crap.
They sure fought viciously to keep it..and the hundreds of thousands of dead bodies are physical proof of how far they went to preserve their Southern way of life. Chattel slavery was a drug they did not want to give up and they wanted to spread it West.
Why not put the blame on the slave gathers and sellers the same as you do the Confederates? After all they were the people who sold their family and friends in the first place. Must be a bunch of fine upstanding people.
Because nobody is attempting to excuse and defend “the slave gatherers”. Unlike the Confederacy. Duh.
In other words, you have no ability to address the glaring holes blow in your attempted defense of slavery.
It looks like the people are afraid to put the blame on those who sold their family and friends. They tell me it is very common thing for some people. They want to blame everyone except the people who did it.
It looks like some people are desperate to excuse those who murdered hundreds of thousands of Americans to protect slavery.
"I would love to engage with them if anyone can pull themselves above the emotional rage of name-calling and wishes to talk about historical documents, facts, and truth. However, I wish to utilize history as the subject matter. I believe slavery should be our first subject. Let us start with food consumption".
Wittingly or unwittingly you've invited the historical record and Frederick Douglas's own words illuminate how off the rails your take is.
You present horror as a good, evil as propaganda and a lie.
In essence you're "gaslighting" and it is truly shameful.
But let's go to your source Douglas shall we?
Slaves were fed well enough that poor local whites would come to the large plantations and beg for food from the slaves. Even famed abolitionist Fredrick Douglass, who often suffered the worst of slavery, said about his diet, "I was much better off in this regard than many of the poor white children in the neighborhood."Douglass learned to read as a child by trading food for reading lessons among white children in Baltimore.
Acutely conscious of being a literary witness to the inhumane institution he had escaped, he made sure to document his life in not one but three autobiographies. His memoirs bring alive the immoral mechanics of slavery and its weapons of control. Chief among them: food.
Hunger was the young Fred's faithful boyhood companion. "I have often been so pinched with hunger, that I have fought with the dog – 'Old Nep' – for the smallest crumbs that fell from the kitchen table, and have been glad when I won a single crumb in the combat," he wrote in My Bondage and My Freedom. "Many times have I followed, with eager step, the waiting-girl when she went out to shake the table cloth, to get the crumbs and small bones flung out for the cats."
As a young enslaved boy in Baltimore, Frederick Douglass bartered pieces of bread for lessons in literacy. His teachers were white neighborhood kids, who could read and write but had no food. At 20, he ran away to New York and started his new life as an anti-slavery orator and activist.
Hulton Archive/Getty Images
"Never mind, honey—better day comin,' " the elders would say to solace the orphaned boy. It was not just the family pets the child had to compete with. One of the most debasing scenes in Douglass' first memoir, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, describes the way he ate:
Narrative
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a restless spirit. The nearest estimate I can give makes me now between twenty-seven and twenty-eight years of age. I come to this, from hearing my master say, some time during 1835, I was about seventeen years old.
My mother was named Harriet Bailey. She was the daughter of Isaac and Betsey Bailey, both colored, and quite dark. My mother was of a darker complexion than either my grandmother or grandfather.
My father was a white man. He was admitted to be such by all I ever heard speak of my parentage. The opinion was also whispered that my master was my father; but of the correctness of this opinion, I know nothing; the means of knowing was withheld from me. My mother and I were separated when I was but an infant--before I knew her as my mother. It is a common custom, in the part of Maryland from which I ran away, to part children from their mothers at a very early age. Frequently, before the child has reached its twelfth month, its mother is taken from it, and hired out on some farm a considerable distance off, and the child is placed under the care of an old woman, too old for field labor. For what this separation is done, I do not know, unless it be to hinder the development of the child's affection toward its mother, and to blunt and destroy the natural affection of the mother for the child. This is the inevitable result.
I never saw my mother, to know her as such, more than four or five times in my life; and each of these times was very short in duration, and at night. She was hired by a Mr. Stewart, who lived about twelve
Wittingly or unwittingly you've invited the historical record and Frederick Douglas's own words illuminate how off the rails your take is.
You present horror as a good, evil as propaganda and a lie.
In essence you're "gaslighting" and it is truly shameful.
But let's go to your source Douglas shall we?
Slaves were fed well enough that poor local whites would come to the large plantations and beg for food from the slaves. Even famed abolitionist Fredrick Douglass, who often suffered the worst of slavery, said about his diet, "I was much better off in this regard than many of the poor white children in the neighborhood."Douglass learned to read as a child by trading food for reading lessons among white children in Baltimore.
Acutely conscious of being a literary witness to the inhumane institution he had escaped, he made sure to document his life in not one but three autobiographies. His memoirs bring alive the immoral mechanics of slavery and its weapons of control. Chief among them: food.
Hunger was the young Fred's faithful boyhood companion. "I have often been so pinched with hunger, that I have fought with the dog – 'Old Nep' – for the smallest crumbs that fell from the kitchen table, and have been glad when I won a single crumb in the combat," he wrote in My Bondage and My Freedom. "Many times have I followed, with eager step, the waiting-girl when she went out to shake the table cloth, to get the crumbs and small bones flung out for the cats."
As a young enslaved boy in Baltimore, Frederick Douglass bartered pieces of bread for lessons in literacy. His teachers were white neighborhood kids, who could read and write but had no food. At 20, he ran away to New York and started his new life as an anti-slavery orator and activist.
Hulton Archive/Getty Images
"Never mind, honey—better day comin,' " the elders would say to solace the orphaned boy. It was not just the family pets the child had to compete with. One of the most debasing scenes in Douglass' first memoir, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, describes the way he ate:
Narrative
of the Life of Frederick Douglass,
an American Slave. Written by Himself:
Electronic Edition.
Frederick Douglass, 1818-1895
CHAPTER I.
I WAS born in Tuckahoe, near Hillsborough, and about twelve miles from Easton, in Talbot county, Maryland. I have no accurate knowledge of my age, never having seen any authentic record containing it. By far the larger part of the slaves know as little of their ages as horses know of theirs, and it is the wish of most masters within my knowledge to keep their slaves thus ignorant. I do not remember to have ever met a slave who could tell of his birthday. They seldom come nearer to it than planting-time, harvest-time, cherry-time, spring-time, or fall-time. A want of information concerning my own was a source of unhappiness to me even during childhood. The white children could tell their ages. I could not tell why I ought to be deprived of the same privilege. I was not allowed to make any inquiries of my master concerning it. He deemed all such inquiries on the part of a slave improper and impertinent, and evidence ofPage 2
a restless spirit. The nearest estimate I can give makes me now between twenty-seven and twenty-eight years of age. I come to this, from hearing my master say, some time during 1835, I was about seventeen years old.
My mother was named Harriet Bailey. She was the daughter of Isaac and Betsey Bailey, both colored, and quite dark. My mother was of a darker complexion than either my grandmother or grandfather.
My father was a white man. He was admitted to be such by all I ever heard speak of my parentage. The opinion was also whispered that my master was my father; but of the correctness of this opinion, I know nothing; the means of knowing was withheld from me. My mother and I were separated when I was but an infant--before I knew her as my mother. It is a common custom, in the part of Maryland from which I ran away, to part children from their mothers at a very early age. Frequently, before the child has reached its twelfth month, its mother is taken from it, and hired out on some farm a considerable distance off, and the child is placed under the care of an old woman, too old for field labor. For what this separation is done, I do not know, unless it be to hinder the development of the child's affection toward its mother, and to blunt and destroy the natural affection of the mother for the child. This is the inevitable result.
I never saw my mother, to know her as such, more than four or five times in my life; and each of these times was very short in duration, and at night. She was hired by a Mr. Stewart, who lived about twelve
"I would love to engage with them if anyone can pull themselves above the emotional rage of name-calling and wishes to talk about historical documents, facts, and truth. However, I wish to utilize history as the subject matter. I believe slavery should be our first subject. Let us start with food consumption".
Wittingly or unwittingly you've invited the historical record and Frederick Douglas's own words illuminate how off the rails your take is.
You present horror as a good, evil as propaganda and a lie.
In essence you're "gaslighting" and it is truly shameful.
But let's go to your source Douglas shall we?
Slaves were fed well enough that poor local whites would come to the large plantations and beg for food from the slaves. Even famed abolitionist Fredrick Douglass, who often suffered the worst of slavery, said about his diet, "I was much better off in this regard than many of the poor white children in the neighborhood."Douglass learned to read as a child by trading food for reading lessons among white children in Baltimore.
Acutely conscious of being a literary witness to the inhumane institution he had escaped, he made sure to document his life in not one but three autobiographies. His memoirs bring alive the immoral mechanics of slavery and its weapons of control. Chief among them: food.
Hunger was the young Fred's faithful boyhood companion. "I have often been so pinched with hunger, that I have fought with the dog – 'Old Nep' – for the smallest crumbs that fell from the kitchen table, and have been glad when I won a single crumb in the combat," he wrote in My Bondage and My Freedom. "Many times have I followed, with eager step, the waiting-girl when she went out to shake the table cloth, to get the crumbs and small bones flung out for the cats."
As a young enslaved boy in Baltimore, Frederick Douglass bartered pieces of bread for lessons in literacy. His teachers were white neighborhood kids, who could read and write but had no food. At 20, he ran away to New York and started his new life as an anti-slavery orator and activist.
Hulton Archive/Getty Images
"Never mind, honey—better day comin,' " the elders would say to solace the orphaned boy. It was not just the family pets the child had to compete with. One of the most debasing scenes in Douglass' first memoir, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, describes the way he ate:
Narrative
of the Life of Frederick Douglass,
an American Slave. Written by Himself:
Electronic Edition.
Frederick Douglass, 1818-1895
CHAPTER I.
I WAS born in Tuckahoe, near Hillsborough, and about twelve miles from Easton, in Talbot county, Maryland. I have no accurate knowledge of my age, never having seen any authentic record containing it. By far the larger part of the slaves know as little of their ages as horses know of theirs, and it is the wish of most masters within my knowledge to keep their slaves thus ignorant. I do not remember to have ever met a slave who could tell of his birthday. They seldom come nearer to it than planting-time, harvest-time, cherry-time, spring-time, or fall-time. A want of information concerning my own was a source of unhappiness to me even during childhood. The white children could tell their ages. I could not tell why I ought to be deprived of the same privilege. I was not allowed to make any inquiries of my master concerning it. He deemed all such inquiries on the part of a slave improper and impertinent, and evidence of
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a restless spirit. The nearest estimate I can give makes me now between twenty-seven and twenty-eight years of age. I come to this, from hearing my master say, some time during 1835, I was about seventeen years old.
My mother was named Harriet Bailey. She was the daughter of Isaac and Betsey Bailey, both colored, and quite dark. My mother was of a darker complexion than either my grandmother or grandfather.
My father was a white man. He was admitted to be such by all I ever heard speak of my parentage. The opinion was also whispered that my master was my father; but of the correctness of this opinion, I know nothing; the means of knowing was withheld from me. My mother and I were separated when I was but an infant--before I knew her as my mother. It is a common custom, in the part of Maryland from which I ran away, to part children from their mothers at a very early age. Frequently, before the child has reached its twelfth month, its mother is taken from it, and hired out on some farm a considerable distance off, and the child is placed under the care of an old woman, too old for field labor. For what this separation is done, I do not know, unless it be to hinder the development of the child's affection toward its mother, and to blunt and destroy the natural affection of the mother for the child. This is the inevitable result.
I never saw my mother, to know her as such, more than four or five times in my life; and each of these times was very short in duration, and at night. She was hired by a Mr. Stewart, who lived about twelve
What’s actually “truly shameful” is attempting to defend and excuse slavery.
I am not excusing anyone. You are the one who is trying to do that. Why don't you run to Africa and demand restitutions from the people there? They were the ones who sold their family and friends. The people in the South rescued them from a short lifetime with the possibility of ending up in a soup bowl.
You clearly are, with the endless sobs of “don’t blame the Confederates! But the people Southerners origami lly got slaves from! Waaaah!“
Given the massive death toll of the Middle Passage, claiming slavery “saved“ them is a special kind of stupid.
The endless attempts to defend and justify literal slavery just further proves how little credibility you actually have.
How many of the slaves would have been supper if they had not been sold?
We know two million people died during the Middle Passage, so your contention that the slaves should grateful is beyond idiotic.
Ok I think I understand this Neo Lost Cause argument...African Slave trade ...baaad.....Confederate Slave owning...A OK....
Gotcha!
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