To My Old Master | Letters of Note
In August of 1865, a Colonel P.H. Anderson of Big Spring, Tennessee, wrote to his former slave, Jourdon Anderson, and requested that he come back to work on his farm. Jourdon — who, since being emancipated, had moved to Ohio, found paid work, and was now supporting his family — responded spectacularly by way of the letter seen below (a letter which, according to newspapers at the time, he dictated).
Maybe the normal expression of anger is to get louder than the person that you’re angry at, so if two people are angry at each other, they yell louder and louder. When I get angry, I speak increasingly slowly and deliberately, and, perhaps, sarcastically. I’m related to some people like this, so when we have arguments, they can take a long time, but we don’t wake up the neighbors. This letter is maybe one of the best examples I’ve seen of someone expressing their anger very thoughtfully and clearly; this part made me laugh out loud,
As to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in 1864 from the Provost-Marshal-General of the Department of Nashville. Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you were disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years, and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars. Add to this the interest for the time our wages have been kept back, and deduct what you paid for our clothing, and three doctor’s visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to.
The last line made me laugh out loud, also.
