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The Stacked Deck An Introduction To Social Inequality Second Edition Jennifer Ball Full Chapter
The Stacked Deck An Introduction To Social Inequality Second Edition Jennifer Ball Full Chapter
Christmas before the war. There never will be another in any land,
with any peoples, like the Christmas of 1859—on the old plantation.
Days beforehand preparations were in progress for the wedding at
the quarters, and the ball at the “big house.” Children coming home
for the holidays were both amused and delighted to learn that Nancy
Brackenridge was to be the quarter bride. “Nancy a bride! Oh, la!”
they exclaimed. “Why Nancy must be forty years old.” And she was
going to marry Aleck, who, if he would wait a year or two, might
marry Nancy’s daughter. While the young schoolgirls were busy
“letting out” the white satin ball dress that had descended from the
parlor dance to the quarter bride, and were picking out and
freshening up the wreath and corsage bouquet of lilies of the valley
that had been the wedding flowers of the mistress of the big house,
and while the boys were ransacking the distant woods for holly
branches and magnolia boughs, enough for the ballroom as well as
the wedding supper table, the family were busy with the
multitudinous preparations for the annual dance, for which Arlington,
with its ample parlors and halls, and its proverbial hospitality, was
noted far and wide.
The children made molasses gingerbread and sweet potato pies,
and one big bride’s cake, with a real ring in it. They spread the table
in the big quarters nursery, and the boys decorated it with greenery
and a lot of cut paper fly catchers, laid on the roast mutton and pig,
and hot biscuits from the big house kitchen, and the pies and cakes
of the girls’ own make. The girls proceeded to dress Nancy
Brackenridge, pulling together that refractory satin waist which,
though it had been “let out” to its fullest extent, still showed a sad
gap, to be concealed by a dextrous arrangement of some discarded
hair ribbons. Nancy was black as a crow and had rather a startling
look in that dazzling white satin dress and the pure white flowers
pinned to her kinks. At length the girls gave a finishing pat to the
toilet, and their brothers pronounced her “bully,” and called Marthy
Ann to see how fine her mammy was.
As was the custom, the whole household went to the quarters to
witness the wedding. Lewis, the plantation preacher, in a cast-off
swallow-tail coat of Marse Jim’s that was uncomfortably tight,
especially about the waist line, performed the ceremony. Then my
husband advanced and made some remarks, to the effect that this
marriage was a solemn tie, and there must be no shirking of its
duties; they must behave and be faithful to each other; he would
have no foolishness. These remarks, though by no means elegant,
fitted the occasion to a fraction. There were no high flights of
eloquence which the darky mind could not reach, it was plain,
unvarnished admonition.
The following morning, Christmas Day, the field negroes were
summoned to the back porch of the big house, where Marse Jim,
after a few preliminary remarks, distributed the presents—a head
handkerchief, a pocketknife, a pipe, a dress for the baby, shoes for
the growing boy (his first pair, maybe), etc., etc., down the list. Each
gift was received with a “Thankee, sir,” and, perhaps, also a remark
anent its usefulness. Then after Charlotte brought forth the jug of
whisky and the tin cups, and everyone had a comforting dram, they
filed off to the quarters, with a week of holiday before them and a trip
to town to do their little buying.
James Alexander McHatton
The very last Christmas on the old plantation we had a tree. None
of us had ever seen a Christmas tree; there were no cedars or pines,
so we finally settled upon a tall althea bush, hung presents on it, for
all the house servants, as well as for the family and a few guests.
The tree had to be lighted up, so it was postponed till evening. The
idea of the house servants having such a celebration quite upset the
little negroes. I heard one remark, “All us house niggers is going to
be hung on a tree.” Before the dawn of another Christmas the
negroes had become discontented, demoralized and scattered, freer
than the whites, for the blacks recognized no responsibilities
whatever. The family had abandoned the old plantation home. We
could not stand the changed condition of things any longer, and the
Federals had entered into possession and completed the ruin. Very
likely some reminiscent darky told new-found friends, “All de house
niggers was hung on a tree last Christmas.” I have heard from
Northern lips even more astonishing stories of maltreated slaves
than a wholesale hanging.
Frequently before the holidays some of the negroes were
questioned as to what they would like to have, and the planter would
make notes and have the order filled in the city. That, I think, was the
custom at Whitehall plantation. I was visiting there on one occasion
when a woman told Judge Chinn she wanted a mourning veil. “A
mourning veil!” he replied. “I thought you were going to marry Tom
this Christmas?” “I is, marster, but you know Jim died last grinding,
and I ain’t never mourned none for Jim. I want to mourn some ’fore I
marries ag’in.” I did not remain to see, but I do not doubt she got the
mourning veil and had the melancholy satisfaction of wearing it
around the quarter lot a few days before she married Tom.
After the departure of our happy negroes, whose voices and
laughter could be heard long after the yard gate was closed and they
had vanished out of sight, we rushed around like wild to complete
preparations for the coming ball guests. They began to arrive in the
afternoon from down the coast and from the opposite side of the
river. Miles and miles some of them drove in carriages, with
champagne baskets, capital forerunners of the modern suit case,
tied on behind, and, like as not, a dusky maid perched on top of it;
poor thing, the carriage being full, she had to travel in that precarious
way, holding on for dear life. Those old-time turtle-back vehicles had
outside a small single seat for the coachman only. Parties came also
in skiffs, with their champagne baskets and maids. Long before time