Thursday, December 8, 2011

God what an ass

Delegate Holman, to the Indiana State Constitutional Convention in 1851. This convention, more than any of the other antebellum conventions I have read, is the supremacists' coven: male supremacy, white supremacy, Anglo-Saxon supremacy.
"It was remarked by the gentleman from Posey, that he feared women did not receive the same consideration which they would receive if they were allowed to exercise the right of suffrage; [Holman] feared that the same justice is not meted out to them, that would be if they exercised the rights of the politician. I have no doubt, sir, that in such an event, our whining politicians would be everlastingly weeping over the wrongs done to the rights of the fair voters, as they are now, upon every occasion, mourning over the wrongs which their fellow citizens are suffering, with very commendable patience however, but I doubt, sir, whether the sparkling eyes of our fair friends would grow any brighter, or that their rosy lips would wear any sweeter smiles if they were besieged by politicians asking hnmbly for their votes."
God forbid.

This is the convention where delegate Dobson would declare, rather impetuously,
"whenever you begin to talk about making negroes equal with white men, I begin to think about leaving the country."
This would be mocked throughout the country at the time, and, to my ears at least, rings in Mark Twain's portrayal of Huck's pap:
"Oh, yes, this is a wonderful govment, wonderful. Why, looky here. There was a free nigger there from Ohio -- a mulatter, most as white as a white man. He had the whitest shirt on you ever see, too, and the shiniest hat; and there ain't a man in that town that's got as fine clothes as what he had; and he had a gold watch and chain, and a silver-headed cane -- the awfulest old gray-headed nabob in the State. And what do you think? They said he was a p'fessor in a college, and could talk all kinds of languages, and knowed everything. And that ain't the wust. They said he could VOTE when he was at home. Well, that let me out. Thinks I, what is the country a-coming to? It was 'lection day, and I was just about to go and vote myself if I warn't too drunk to get there; but when they told me there was a State in this country where they'd let that nigger vote, I drawed out. I says I'll never vote agin. Them's the very words I said; they all heard me; and the country may rot for all me -- I'll never vote agin as long as I live.
Back to Indiana: the delegate was offering an amendment, to the a resolution inquiring as to whether the committee on the elective franchise would find it expedient to report back a separate provision on black suffrage that would be sent to the people for popular rejection, for such was the foregone conclusion. The amendment was that anyone who would vote at the referendum in favor of black suffrage would themselves lose the right to vote, unless the egalitarian suffragists were in the majority. Dobson continues:
"The substance of my amendment is--and I want it fairly understood --that if those who are in favor of negro suffrage are in the majority, we will leave the country;  and if we are stronger than they, let them leave and we will remain. Let every man be asked this question at the polls, and, as he shall answer, let it be known who he is. The free soil question does not come up here that is quite a different thing. But as far as the question of negro suffrage is concerned, if we are to have any more of it, I want to act upon jt in this most definite manner. I am satisfied that perhaps three fourths of the citizens of the  State would rather leave, if the negroes were to be allowed to come here and exercise the elective franchise." 
One delegate, Barry, who disclaimed and qualified and caveated, nonetheless had the courage--for it is courage, of a sort--to offer an amendment directing that the committee report back a suffrage clause allowing blacks to vote. He would not support his amendment. This, more daring stand was undertaken by  Edward Ralph May, a Democrat and a member of the state legislature. The vote was 1-122. He would die one year later, with his wife. Time to praise famous men.

Update: May only grows in esteem:
" Respecting woman, sir, it is unbecoming in me to say much. My theory, however, is this: I believe woman to be essentially the same with man. Whether we regard her moral, her physical, or her intellectual nature, we find her the same with man, yet different. And, sir, as I think, in that difference consists woman's excellency .... [U]pon the vexed question of woman's rights. My theory is simply this, I can give it in a single remark: In my treatment of women I would always act upon this general principle, to grant unto woman whatever rights and privileges she demanded at the hands of man. ... I say then , in all my legislation for women I would be guided by the one principle to grant unto her whatever, on the whole she might think necessary for her good--I do not mean what some individual one might ask, not what the young girl might heedlessly wish,  or the old woman might peevishly crave,  but what women in the aggregate, women collectively, might ask for--... And, sir, for one, I very frankly say that if after such a mutual consultation and such a deliberate consideration, women should then ask to share the rights and privileges of man, I would be the last person to withhold from them a single one. But, sir, I would also ask woman to recollect that from the exercise of man's rights and privileges would result certain duties from the performance of which she must not seek to shrink."
Now there is still plenty in here to condemn and critique, the categorization of different types of women, from the foolish to the peevish. But, as I've written before, the past can be lonely. You search in vain for someone who will not disappoint, but are left a heart with no companion, a soul without a king. So you take what you can get. Obviously, I expect May to be defending slavery an all-out assault on the rights of labor in the next few pages, but I will savor the moment while it lasts.

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