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New Perspectives Microsoft Office 365 and Access 2016 Introductory 1St Edition Shellman Solutions Manual Full Chapter PDF
New Perspectives Microsoft Office 365 and Access 2016 Introductory 1St Edition Shellman Solutions Manual Full Chapter PDF
New Perspectives Microsoft Office 365 and Access 2016 Introductory 1St Edition Shellman Solutions Manual Full Chapter PDF
THE most of my story is now before the reader. Whatever of good or ill
the future may have in store for me, the past at least is secure. As I
review the last decade up to the present writing, I am impressed with a
sense of completeness; a sort of rounding up of the arch to the point
where the key stone may be inserted, the scaffolding removed, and the
work, with all its perfections or faults, left to speak for itself. This
decade, from 1871 to 1881, has been crowded, if time is capable of
being thus described, with incidents and events which may well
enough be accounted remarkable. To me they certainly appear
strange, if not wonderful. My early life not only gave no visible promise,
but no hint of such experience. On the contrary, that life seemed to
render it, in part at least, impossible. In addition to what is narrated in
the foregoing chapter, I have to speak of my mission to Santo
Domingo, my appointment as a member of the council for the
government of the District of Columbia; my election as elector at large
for the State of New York; my invitation to speak at the monument of
the unknown loyal dead, at Arlington, on Decoration day; my address
on the unveiling of Lincoln monument, at Lincoln Park, Washington; my
appointment to bring the electoral vote from New York to the National
Capital; my invitation to speak near the statue of Abraham Lincoln,
Madison Square, New York; my accompanying the body of Vice-
President Wilson from Washington to Boston; my conversations with
Senator Sumner and President Grant; my welcome to the receptions of
Secretary Hamilton Fish; my appointment by President R. B. Hayes to
the office of Marshal of the District of Columbia; my visit to Thomas
Auld, the man who claimed me as his slave, and from whom I was
purchased by my English friends; and my visit to Lloyd’s plantation, the
home of my childhood, after an absence of fifty-six years; my
appointment by President James A. Garfield to the office of Recorder
of Deeds of the District of Columbia, are some of the matters which
belong to this decade, and may come into the chapter I am now about
to write.
Those who knew of my more than friendly relations with Hon.
Charles Sumner, and of his determined opposition to the annexation of
Santo Domingo to the United States, were surprised to find me
earnestly taking sides with Gen. Grant upon that question. Some of my
white friends, and a few of those of my own color—who, unfortunately,
allow themselves to look at public questions more through the medium
of feeling than of reason, and who follow the line of what is grateful to
their friends rather than what is consistent with their own convictions—
thought my course was an ungrateful return for the eminent services of
the Massachusetts senator. I am free to say that, had I been guided
only by the promptings of my heart, I should in this controversy have
followed the lead of Charles Sumner. He was not only the most
clearsighted, brave, and uncompromising friend of my race who had
ever stood upon the floor of the Senate, but was to me a loved,
honored, and precious personal friend; a man possessing the exalted
and matured intellect of a statesman, with the pure and artless heart of
a child. Upon any issue, as between him and others, when the right
seemed in anywise doubtful, I should have followed his counsel and
advice. But the annexation of Santo Domingo, to my understanding,
did not seem to be any such question. The reasons in its favor were
many and obvious; and those against it, as I thought, were easily
answered. To Mr. Sumner, annexation was a measure to extinguish a
colored nation, and to do so by dishonorable means and for selfish
motives. To me it meant the alliance of a weak and defenceless
people, having few or none of the attributes of a nation, torn and rent
by internal feuds, unable to maintain order at home, or command
respect abroad, to a government which would give it peace, stability,
prosperity, and civilization, and make it helpful to both countries. To
favor annexation at the time when Santo Domingo asked for a place in
our union, was a very different thing from what it was when Cuba and
Central America were sought by fillibustering expeditions. When the
slave power bore rule, and a spirit of injustice and oppression
animated and controlled every part of our government, I was for
limiting our dominion to the smallest possible margin; but since liberty
and equality have become the law of our land, I am for extending our
dominion whenever and wherever such extension can peaceably and
honorably, and with the approval and desire of all the parties
concerned, be accomplished. Santo Domingo wanted to come under
our government upon the terms thus described; and for more reasons
than I can stop here to give, I then believed, and do now believe, it
would have been wise to have received her into our sisterhood of
States.
Charles Sumner
The idea that annexation meant degradation to a colored nation,
was altogether fanciful; there was no more dishonor to Santo Domingo
in making her a State of the American union, than in making Kansas,
Nebraska, or any other territory such a State. It was giving to a part the
strength of the whole, and lifting what must be despised for its isolation
into an organization and relationship which would compel
consideration and respect.
Though I differed from Mr. Sumner in respect of this measure, and
although I told him I thought he was unjust to President Grant, it never
disturbed our friendship. After his great speech against annexation,
which occupied six hours in its delivery, and in which he arraigned the
President in a most bitter and fierce manner, being at the White House
one day, I was asked by President Grant what I “now thought of my
friend Mr. Sumner”? I replied that I believed Mr. Sumner sincerely
thought, that in opposing annexation, he was defending the cause of
the colored race as he always had done, but that I thought he was
mistaken. I saw my reply was not very satisfactory, and said: “What do
you, Mr. President, think of Senator Sumner?” He answered, with
some feeling, “I think he is mad.”
The difference in opinion on this question between these two great
men was the cause of bitter personal estrangement, and one which I
intensely regretted. The truth is, that neither one was entirely just to
the other, because neither saw the other in his true character; and
having once fallen asunder, the occasion never came when they could
be brought together.
Variance between great men finds no healing influence in the
atmosphere of Washington. Interested parties are ever ready to fan the
flame of animosity and magnify the grounds of hostility in order to gain
the favor of one or the other. This is perhaps true in some degree in
every community; but it is especially so of the National Capital, and
this for the reason that there is ever a large class of people here
dependent upon the influence and favor of powerful public men for
their daily bread.
My selection to visit Santo Domingo with the commission sent
thither, was another point indicating the difference between the old
time and the new. It placed me on the deck of an American man-of-
war, manned by one hundred marines and five hundred men-of-wars-
men, under the national flag, which I could now call mine, in common
with other American citizens, and gave me a place not in the fore-
castle, among the hands, nor in the caboose with the cooks, but in the
captain’s saloon and in the society of gentlemen, scientists, and
statesmen. It would be a pleasing task to narrate the varied
experiences and the distinguished persons encountered in this Santo
Domingo tour, but the material is too boundless for the limits of these
pages. I can only say, it was highly interesting and instructive. The
conversations at the Captain’s table (at which I had the honor of a
seat) were usually led by Messrs. Wade, Howe, and White—the three
commissioners; and by Mr. Hurlburt of the New York World; the last-
named gentleman impressed me as one remarkable for knowledge
and refinement, in which he was no whit behind Messrs. Howe and
White. As for Hon. Benj. F. Wade, he was there, as everywhere,
abundant in knowledge and experience, fully able to take care of
himself in the discussion of any subject in which he chose to take a
part. In a circle so brilliant, it is no affectation of modesty to say I was
for the most part a listener and a learner. The commander of our good
ship on this voyage, Capt. Temple, now promoted to the position of
Commodore, was a very imposing man, and deported himself with
much dignity towards us all. For his treatment to me I am especially
grateful. A son of the United States navy as he was,—a department of
our service considerably distinguished for its aristocratic tendencies, I
expected to find something a little forbidding in his manner; but I am
bound to say that in this I was agreeably disappointed. Both the
commander and the officers under him bore themselves in a friendly
manner towards me during all the voyage, and this is saying a great
thing for them, for the spectacle presented by a colored man seated at
the captain’s table was not only unusual, but had never before
occurred in the history of the United States navy. If during this voyage
there was anything to complain of, it was not in the men in authority, or
in the conduct of the thirty gentlemen who went out as the honored
guests of the expedition, but in the colored waiters. My presence and
position seemed to trouble them for its incomprehensibility; and they
did not know exactly how to deport themselves towards me. Possibly
they may have detected in me something of the same sort in respect of
themselves; at any rate we seemed awkwardly related to each other
during several weeks of the voyage. In their eyes I was Fred. Douglass
suddenly, and possibly undeservedly, lifted above them. The fact that I
was colored and they were colored had so long made us equal, that
the contradiction now presented was too much for them. After all, I
have no blame for Sam and Garrett. They were trained in the school of
servility to believe that white men alone were entitled to be waited
upon by colored men; and the lesson taught by my presence on the
“Tennessee” was not to be learned upon the instant, without thought
and experience. I refer to the matter simply as an incident quite
commonly met with in the lives of colored men who, by their own
exertions or otherwise, have happened to occupy positions of
respectability and honor. While the rank and file of our race quote with
much vehemence the doctrine of human equality, they are often
among the first to deny and denounce it in practice. Of course this is
true only of the more ignorant. Intelligence is a great leveler here as
elsewhere. It sees plainly the real worth of men and things, and is not
easily imposed upon by the dressed up emptiness of human pride.
With a colored man on a sleeping car as its conductor, the last to
have his bed made up at night, and the last to have his boots blacked
in the morning, and the last to be served in any way, is the colored
passenger. This conduct is the homage which the black man pays to
the white man’s prejudice whose wishes, like a well-trained servant, he
is taught to anticipate and obey. Time, education, and circumstances
are rapidly destroying these mere color distinctions, and men will be
valued in this country as well as in others, for what they are, and for
what they can do.
My appointment at the hands of President Grant to a seat in the
council—by way of eminence sometimes called the upper house of the
territorial legislature of the District of Columbia—at the time it was
made, must be taken as a signal evidence of his high sense of justice,
fairness, and impartiality. The colored people of the district constituted
then as now about one-third of the whole population. They were given
by Gen. Grant, three members of this legislative council—a
representation more proportionate than any that has existed since the
government has passed into the hands of commissioners, for they
have all been white men.
Commissioners to Santo Domingo.
It has sometimes been asked why I am called “Honorable.” My
appointment to this council must explain this, as it explains the
impartiality of Gen. Grant, though I fear it will hardly sustain this
prodigious handle to my name, as well as it does the former part of this
proposition. The members of this district council were required to be
appointed by the President, with the advice and consent of the United
States Senate. This is the ground, and only ground that I know of,
upon which anybody has claimed this title for me. I do not pretend that