THE MARCH OF PROGRESS by Charles W. Chesnutt
The colored people of Patesville had at length gained the object they had for a long time been seeking--the appointment of a committee of themselves to manage the colored schools of the town. They had argued, with some show of reason, that they were most interested in the education of their own children, and in a position to know, better than any committee of white men could, what was best for their children"s needs. The appointments had been made by the county commissioners during the latter part of the summer, and a week later a meeting was called for the purpose of electing a teacher to take charge of the grammar school at the beginning of the fall term.
The committee consisted of Frank Gillespie, or "Glaspy," a barber, who took an active part in local politics; Bob Cotten, a blacksmith, who owned several houses and was looked upon as a substantial citizen; and Abe Johnson, commonly called "Ole Abe" or "Uncle Abe," who had a large family, and drove a dray, and did odd jobs of hauling; he was also a cla.s.s-leader in the Methodist church. The committee had been chosen from among a number of candidates--Gillespie on account of his political standing, Cotten as representing the solid element of the colored population, and Old Abe, with democratic impartiality, as likely to satisfy the humbler cla.s.s of a humble people. While the choice had not pleased everybody,--for instance, some of the other applicants,--it was acquiesced in with general satisfaction. The first meeting of the new committee was of great public interest, partly by reason of its novelty, but chiefly because there were two candidates for the position of teacher of the grammar school.
The former teacher, Miss Henrietta n.o.ble, had applied for the school.
She had taught the colored children of Patesville for fifteen years.
When the Freedmen"s Bureau, after the military occupation of North Carolina, had called for volunteers to teach the children of the freedmen, Henrietta n.o.bel had offered her services. Brought up in a New England household by parents who taught her to fear G.o.d and love her fellow-men, she had seen her father"s body brought home from a Southern battle-field and laid to rest in the village cemetery; and a short six months later she had buried her mother by his side. Henrietta had no brothers or sisters, and her nearest relatives were cousins living in the far West. The only human being in whom she felt any special personal interest was a certain captain in her father"s regiment, who had paid her some attention. She had loved this man deeply, in a maidenly, modest way; but he had gone away without speaking, and had not since written.
He had escaped the fate of many others, and at the close of the war was alive and well, stationed in some Southern garrison.
When her mother died, Henrietta had found herself possessed only of the house where she lived and the furniture it contained, neither being of much value, and she was thrown upon her own resources for a livelihood.
She had a fair education and had read many good books. It was not easy to find employment such as she desired. She wrote to her Western cousins, and they advised her to come to them, as they thought they could do something for her if she were there. She had almost decided to accept their offer, when the demand arose for teachers in the South.
Whether impelled by some strain of adventurous blood from a Pilgrim ancestry, or by a sensitive pride that shrank from dependence, or by some dim and unacknowledged hope that she might sometime, somewhere, somehow meet Captain Carey--whether from one of these motives or a combination of them all, joined to something of the missionary spirit, she decided to go South, and wrote to her cousins declining their friendly offer.
She had come to Patesville when the children were mostly a mob of dirty little beggars. She had distributed among them the cast-off clothing that came from their friends in the North; she had taught them to wash their faces and to comb their hair; and patiently, year after year, she had labored to instruct them in the rudiments of learning and the first principles of religion and morality. And she had not wrought in vain.
Other agencies, it is true, had in time cooperated with her efforts, but any one who had watched the current of events must have been compelled to admit that the very fair progress of the colored people of Patesville in the fifteen years following emanc.i.p.ation had been due chiefly to the unselfish labors of Henrietta n.o.ble, and that her nature did not belie her name.
Fifteen years is a long time. Miss n.o.ble had never met Captain Carey; and when she learned later that he had married a Southern girl in the neighborhood of his post, she had shed her tears in secret and banished his image from her heart. She had lived a lonely life. The white people of the town, though they learned in time to respect her and to value her work, had never recognized her existence by more than the mere external courtesy shown by any community to one who lives in the midst of it. The situation was at first, of course, so strained that she did not expect sympathy from the white people; and later, when time had smoothed over some of the asperities of war, her work had so engaged her that she had not had time to pine over her social exclusion. Once or twice nature had a.s.serted itself, and she had longed for her own kind, and had visited her New England home. But her circle of friends was broken up, and she did not find much pleasure in boarding-house life; and on her last visit to the North but one, she had felt so lonely that she had longed for the dark faces of her pupils, and had welcomed with pleasure the hour when her task should be resumed.
But for several reasons the school at Patesville was of more importance to Miss n.o.ble at this particular time than it ever had been before.
During the last few years her health had not been good. An affection of the heart similar to that from which her mother had died, while not interfering perceptibly with her work, had grown from bad to worse, aggravated by close application to her duties, until it had caused her grave alarm. She did not have perfect confidence in the skill of the Patesville physicians, and to obtain the best medical advice had gone to New York during the summer, remaining there a month under the treatment of an eminent specialist. This, of course, had been expensive and had absorbed the savings of years from a small salary; and when the time came for her to return to Patesville, she was reduced, after paying her traveling expenses, to her last ten-dollar note.
"It is very fortunate," the great man had said at her last visit, "that circ.u.mstances permit you to live in the South, for I am afraid you could not endure a Northern winter. You are getting along very well now, and if you will take care of yourself and avoid excitement, you will be better." He said to himself as she went away: "It"s only a matter of time, but that is true about us all; and a wise physician does as much good by what he withholds as by what he tells."
Miss n.o.ble had not antic.i.p.ated any trouble about the school. When she went away the same committee of white men was in charge that had controlled the school since it had become part of the public-school system of the State on the withdrawal of support from the Freedmen"s Bureau. While there had been no formal engagement made for the next year, when she had last seen the chairman before she went away, he had remarked that she was looking rather f.a.gged out, had bidden her good-by, and had hoped to see her much improved when she returned. She had left her house in the care of the colored woman who lived with her and did her housework, a.s.suming, of course, that she would take up her work again in the autumn.
She was much surprised at first, and later alarmed, to find a rival for her position as teacher of the grammar school. Many of her friends and pupils had called on her since her return, and she had met a number of the people at the colored Methodist church, where she taught in the Sunday-school. She had many friends and supporters, but she soon found out that her opponent had considerable strength. There had been a time when she would have withdrawn and left him a clear field, but at the present moment it was almost a matter of life and death to her--certainly the matter of earning a living--to secure the appointment.
The other candidate was a young man who in former years had been one of Miss n.o.ble"s brightest pupils. When he had finished his course in the grammar school, his parents, with considerable sacrifice, had sent him to a college for colored youth. He had studied diligently, had worked industriously during his vacations, sometimes at manual labor, sometimes teaching a country school, and in due time had been graduated from his college with honors. He had come home at the end of his school life, and was very naturally seeking the employment for which he had fitted himself. He was a "bright" mulatto, with straight hair, an intelligent face, and a well-set figure. He had acquired some of the marks of culture, wore a frock-coat and a high collar, parted his hair in the middle, and showed by his manner that he thought a good deal of himself.
He was the popular candidate among the progressive element of his people, and rather confidently expected the appointment.
The meeting of the committee was held in the Methodist church, where, in fact, the grammar school was taught, for want of a separate school-house. After the preliminary steps to effect an organization, Mr.
Gillespie, who had been elected chairman, took the floor.
"The princ.i.p.al business to be brought befo" the meet"n" this evenin","
he said, "is the selection of a teacher for our grammar school for the ensuin" year. Two candidates have filed applications, which, if there is no objection, I will read to the committee. The first is from Miss n.o.ble, who has been the teacher ever since the grammar school was started."
He then read Miss n.o.ble"s letter, in which she called attention to her long years of service, to her need of the position, and to her affection for the pupils, and made formal application for the school for the next year. She did not, from motives of self-respect, make known the extremity of her need; nor did she mention the condition of her health, as it might have been used as an argument against her retention.
Mr. Gillespie then read the application of the other candidate, Andrew J. Williams. Mr. Williams set out in detail his qualifications for the position: his degree from Riddle University; his familiarity with the dead and living languages and the higher mathematics; his views of discipline; and a peroration in which he expressed the desire to devote himself to the elevation of his race and a.s.sist the march of progress through the medium of the Patesville grammar school. The letter was well written in a bold, round hand, with many flourishes, and looked very aggressive and overbearing as it lay on the table by the side of the sheet of small note-paper in Miss n.o.ble"s faint and somewhat cramped handwriting.
"You have heard the readin" of the applications," said the chairman.
"Gentlemen, what is yo" pleasure?"
There being no immediate response, the chairman continued:
"As this is a matter of consid"able importance, involvin" not only the welfare of our schools, but the progress of our race, an" as our action is liable to be criticized, whatever we decide, perhaps we had better discuss the subjec" befo" we act. If n.o.body else has anything to obse"ve, I will make a few remarks."
Mr. Gillespie cleared his throat, and, a.s.suming an oratorical att.i.tude, proceeded:
"The time has come in the history of our people when we should stand together. In this age of organization the march of progress requires that we help ourselves, or be forever left behind. Ever since the war we have been sendin" our child"n to school an" educatin" "em; an" now the time has come when they are leavin" the schools an" colleges, an" are ready to go to work. An" what are they goin" to do? The white people won"t hire "em as clerks in their sto"s an" factories an" mills, an" we have no sto"s or factories or mills of our own. They can"t be lawyers or doctors yet, because we haven"t got the money to send "em to medical colleges an" law schools. We can"t elect many of "em to office, for various reasons. There"s just two things they can find to do--to preach in our own pulpits, an" teach in our own schools. If it wasn"t for that, they"d have to go on forever waitin" on white folks, like their fo"fathers have done, because they couldn"t help it. If we expect our race to progress, we must educate our young men an" women. If we want to encourage "em to get education, we must find "em employment when they are educated. We have now an opportunity to do this in the case of our young friend an" fellow-citizen, Mr. Williams, whose eloquent an"
fine-lookin" letter ought to make us feel proud of him an" of our race.
"Of co"se there are two sides to the question. We have got to consider the claims of Miss n.o.ble. She has been with us a long time an" has done much good work for our people, an" we"ll never forget her work an"
frien"ship. But, after all, she has been paid for it; she has got her salary regularly an" for a long time, an" she has probably saved somethin", for we all know she hasn"t lived high; an", for all we know, she may have had somethin" left her by her parents. An" then again, she"s white, an" has got her own people to look after her; they"ve got all the money an" all the offices an" all the everythin",--all that they"ve made an" all that we"ve made for fo" hundred years,--an" they sho"ly would look out for her. If she don"t get this school, there"s probably a dozen others she can get at the North. An" another thing: she is gettin" rather feeble, an" it "pears to me she"s hardly able to stand teachin" so many child"n, an" a long rest might be the best thing in the world for her.
"Now, gentlemen, that"s the situation. Shall we keep Miss n.o.ble, or shall we stand by our own people? It seems to me there can hardly be but one answer. Self-preservation is the first law of nature. Are there any other remarks?"
Old Abe was moving restlessly in his seat. He did not say anything, however, and the chairman turned to the other member.
"Brother Cotten, what is yo" opinion of the question befo" the board?"
Mr. Cotten rose with the slowness and dignity becoming a substantial citizen, and observed:
"I think the remarks of the chairman have great weight. We all have nothin" but kind feelin"s fer Miss n.o.ble, an" I came here to-night somewhat undecided how to vote on this question. But after listenin" to the just an" forcible arguments of Brother Glaspy, it "pears to me that, after all, the question befo" us is not a matter of feelin", but of business. As a business man, I am inclined to think Brother Glaspy is right. If we don"t help ourselves when we get a chance, who is goin" to help us?"
"That bein" the case," said the chairman, "shall we proceed to a vote?
All who favor the election of Brother Williams--"
At this point Old Abe, with much preliminary shuffling, stood up in his place and interrupted the speaker.
"Mr. Chuhman," he said, "I s"pose I has a right ter speak in dis meet"n?
I S"POSE I is a member er dis committee?"
"Certainly, Brother Johnson, certainly; we shall be glad to hear from you."
"I s"pose I"s got a right ter speak my min", ef I is po" an" black, an"
don" weah as good clo"s as some other members er de committee?"
"Most a.s.suredly, Brother Johnson," answered the chairman, with a barber"s suavity, "you have as much right to be heard as any one else.
There was no intention of cuttin" you off."
"I s"pose," continued Abe, "dat a man wid fo"teen child"n kin be "lowed ter hab somethin" ter say "bout de schools er dis town?"
"I am sorry, Brother Johnson, that you should feel slighted, but there was no intention to igno" yo" rights. The committee will be please" to have you ventilate yo" views."
"Ef it"s all be"n an" done reco"nized an" "cided dat I"s got de right ter be heared in dis meet"n", I"ll say w"at I has ter say, an" it won"t take me long ter say it. Ef I should try ter tell all de things dat Miss n.o.ble has done fer de n.i.g.g.e.rs er dis town, it"d take me till ter-morrer mawnin". Fer fifteen long yeahs I has watched her incomin"s an" her outgoin"s. Her daddy was a Yankee kunnel, who died fighting fer ou"
freedom. She come heah when we--yas, Mr. Chuhman, when you an" Br"er Cotten--was jes sot free, an" when none er us didn" have a rag ter ou"
backs. She come heah, an" she tuk yo" child"n an" my child"n, an" she teached "em sense an" manners an" religion an" book-l"arnin". When she come heah we didn" hab no chu"ch. Who writ up No"th an" got a preacher sent to us, an" de fun"s ter buil" dis same chu"ch-house we"re settin"
in ter-night? Who got de money f"m de Bureau to s"port de school? An"
when dat was stop", who got de money f"m de Peabody Fun"? Talk about Miss n.o.ble gittin" a sal"ry! Who paid dat sal"ry up ter five years ago?
Not one dollah of it come outer ou" pockets!
"An" den, w"at did she git fer de yuther things she done? Who paid her fer de gals she kep" f"m throwin" deyse"ves away? Who paid fer de boys she kep" outer jail? I had a son dat seemed to hab made up his min" ter go straight ter h.e.l.l. I made him go ter Sunday-school, an" somethin" dat woman said teched his heart, an" he behaved hisse"f, an" I ain" got no reason fer ter be "shame" er "im. An" I can "member, Br"er Cotten, when you didn" own fo" houses an" a fahm. An" when yo" fus wife was sick, who sot by her bedside an" read de Good Book ter "er, w"en dey wuzn" n.o.body else knowed how ter read it, an" comforted her on her way across de col", dahk ribber? An" dat ain" all I kin "member, Mr. Chuhman! When yo"
gal f.a.n.n.y was a baby, an" sick, an" n.o.body knowed what was de matter wid "er, who sent fer a doctor, an" paid "im fer comin", an" who he"ped nuss dat chile, an" tol" yo" wife w"at ter do, an" save" dat chile"s life, jes as sho" as de Lawd has save" my soul?