The Lonely Warrior: The Life and Times of Robert S. Abbott, Founder of the Chicago Defender
By Roi Ottley
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In May 1905 Robert S. Abbott started publishing the Chicago Defender. The paper attacked racial injustice, particularly lynching in the south. The Defender did not use the words “Negro” or “black” in its pages. Instead, African Americans were referred to as “the Race” and black men and wome
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The Lonely Warrior - Roi Ottley
Before I started on my life’s work—journalism—I was counseled by my beloved father that a good newspaper was one of the best instruments of service and one of the strongest weapons ever to be used in defense of a race which was deprived of its citizenship rights.
—Robert S. Abbot, Chicago Defender, 1930.
CHAPTER I
Sincerely, Georgia Boy
Robert Sengstacke Abbott, temperate and imaginative, was one of the first Negroes in the United States to become a millionaire—and, in the process, he revolutionized the Negro press, today the greatest single force in the Negro world. He became a rich man purely by accident. He wanted money enough to support a wife and perhaps indulge a few quiet luxuries; but he neither sought nor ever hoped to be as rich as he became—indeed, the idea of becoming well-to-do was inconceivable to a Negro of his day. Wealth was thrust upon him as a by-product of his crusading journalism. For Abbott no amount of material comfort and well-being could compensate for the denial of equal citizenship to his race. Consequently, in his labors he was passionately, perhaps fanatically, obsessed with the social emancipation of his people. He was often a solitary man in fighting for his principles.
Now, with the perspective of history, Abbott ranks as a leader with the giants of his time: Booker T. Washington and W. E. B. Du Bois.
Yet he was strikingly different.
The Tuskegee educator was eloquent. Abbott was almost inarticulate. Du Bois was brilliantly intelligent. Abbott was intuitive. Washington was pliable and rational. Abbott was uncompromising. Du Bois was an egotist. Abbott was a humble man. Washington was a solitary drinker. Abbott was abstemious. Du Bois was impulsive. Abbott was cautious. Washington was light-hearted. Abbott was somber. Du Bois was hastily critical. Abbott was sympathetically patient. Washington was superficial. Abbott was methodical. Du Bois was individualistic. Abbott possessed the self-control needed for teamwork. Du Bois was a master of prose. Abbott had a pedestrian style.
Yet he shared their passion for the Negro race and, like them, acquired the power to influence great masses of people.
Dr. Charles S. Johnson, president of Fisk University, Nashville, Tennessee, who was closely associated with the publisher when both were members of the Chicago Commission on Race Relations, offers an astute appraisal of the man. He says, "My personal judgement at the time was that the progress of the racial movement, supported by the Defender, exceeded the Defender’s own calculated designs; that, paradoxically, if Mr. Abbott had had more of the discipline of formal education, he would have achieved less, because he would have been restrained by history and precedent."
Gunnar Myrdal, author of the monumental An American Dilemma, pronounced Abbott as the greatest single force in Negro journalism, and indeed the founder of the modern Negro press. The publisher’s newspaper contemporaries as well have acknowledged his significant role in the development of Negro newspapers.
This reputation was erected upon uncompromising racial idealism, a policy pursued with such vigor that the man was excoriated as a yellow journalist
in the Hearst tradition. During World War I, he was charged with publishing editorials destructive to Negro morale, a fact that caused him serious difficulty with the Federal government and brought threats of reprisal from the Attorney General. To be sure, he loved his country and served her as willingly and faithfully as any—but he refused to say all was well with her Negro citizens.
He stood squarely on principle.
The strange thing is that he was not characteristically a ruthless or violent person. He was in fact a mild man who liked flowers and poetry. He was indeed absurdly timorous. Those who had read his flaming editorials and were awed by the power he held in his hands were quite disappointed when they saw him. Maybe they were surprised to meet not a wild-eyed radical but a polite, soft-voiced man, even given to kissing ladies’ hands. Seen in a different context, he would have been mistaken for a petty bookkeeper suffering from occupational myopia, or, perhaps, for an inoffensive professor from a Southern state college.
His life was shot full of such paradox.
The blood coursed in the man’s veins was pure Negro. He was in fact distinctly black—a fact of profound meaning to his story. He was slightly bulky but erect, with silky skin and bland features. He carried himself with a curious elastic grace, but, at the same time, stiffly. Of medium height—five feet some six or seven inches—but rather long-legged, he liked to be photographed wearing a top hat, cutaway coat, striped trousers, spats and carrying a gold-headed cane. His eyes were remarkable: shrewdly luminous, and never at rest. Both his face and his speech seemed somewhat arid until the eyes lighted them up. His voice was high-pitched but not unpleasant. But among the character traits of Abbott we must mention first, and above all, his stubbornness, his tenacity.
He chain smoked cigars. He never learned to drive an automobile, though he had several. He remembered the names of few people. He referred to one woman twenty years in his employ as that girl in circulation.
He forgot even his secretary’s name. But every staff member bears witness to the fact that he never forgot an order he had given. If he gave instructions for a story to be written, he afterwards carefully perused the paper to find that particular article, and if it failed to appear he was quick to call the culprit to account. He was in fact shrewd, suspicious and calculating and not above the use of guile, but his moral courage was indisputable.
He was a gentleman, high-minded and nearly puritanical, but he never forgot any injury done him, particularly racial, no matter how slight. His manners were impeccable, almost courtly. He had a great sense of dignity, even nobility. His sports editor, Fay Young, declares, He made you feel you were talking to a spiritual person.
Yet he was not a religious man in the accepted sense, though a regular churchgoer. He had in fact a peculiar kind of mysticism. He was, too, a very orderly man and often unconsciously rearranged things on his desk while talking. He rarely showed emotion. He seldom laughed and only infrequently smiled, though he had, at times, a droll sense of humor.
Though sensitive and sometimes standoffish, he had a magnetic personality and could be conspicuously urbane. He was basically a friendly person with a touch of the common man. He talked with every and anybody. He had no hobbies, no relaxations, except entertaining friends by singing. He played bridge and attended the opera, but really liked neither. He rarely read books, though he had an extensive library and felt no time was lost reading.
His idea of a good time was to walk the streets of the South Side and watch his people. His appearance of humility, bordering on the apologetic, was disarming to whites as well as Negroes. But few people ever reached him sufficiently to develop any intimacy. Underneath he was often tense, uneasy and aloof.
One interesting sidelight on the man is the fact that he never acquired a nickname, though he himself was gifted at giving colorful labels. To acquaintances and cronies alike he was known simply as Mister Abbott
and sometimes, for precise identification as black Abbott,
but not even the irreverent curbstone pranksters ever thought of calling him by a nickname. Few felt close enough to refer to him as Bub
or Bob.
Even his two wives never got beyond calling him Mister Abbott.
His early staff members, who often chummily shared food and carfare with him, sometimes referred to him as the chief
or the Old Man
; but in his presence, they could never bring themselves to call him by anything but his surname.
His nurse before his final illness, a Daisy Dickerson, was seemingly the only one to break through his reserve, and she labeled him Sir Robert,
which in itself is significant. He was no rabble-rouser or backslapper, but he deeply loved the rank and file of his race, and conceded, though he did not wish to have intimate associations with them, It’s the little man who digs ditches in the streets, who is paying me my salary.
Nevertheless, he had no intention of sacrificing his own personal integrity to become a popular leader; nor would he submit himself to the dictates of the mass. He never frequented barbershops, saloons or cabarets—in his day the centers of Negro social life. He was in fact that peculiar but no less genuine product, a self-made aristocrat. He had all of the aristocrat’s instinctive dislike of the mob with, at the same time, all the aristocrat’s sense of public duty and willingness to serve—and, in Abbott’s case, a racial loyalty to boot.
The man was also an incredible combination of showman and black parson. He was a salvationist and messiah as well as a super-opportunist and pragmatist. His penury was legendary. Yet he gave away thousands and was swindled out of thousands more. He had a love of travel and an unusual capacity for work. To some he was a demagogue; to others, the anointed leader. To Julius Rosenwald he was like a monkey with a shotgun, who will hurt anybody
; but to Dr. Johnson, he was a man with a sense of crisis.
To all, though, he was a thoroughly engaging personality, whose incorruptible dedication to the cause of his race won the respect and admiration of black and white alike.
Robert S. Abbott was the son of slaves, and was reared on the outskirts of Savannah, Georgia. Born on the heels of the Emancipation Proclamation, he grew up under a pattern of color—white, mulatto and black—which even as a boy frustrated his aspirations. He developed deep resentments against whites but, curiously, not against mulattoes, though he frequently was a victim of their cruel color discriminations—one of the social realities of those days. His resentments were to be translated into the cardinal principles of the newspaper he would establish—indeed, his odyssey began, at the age of nineteen, as a search for a way to escape color prejudice.
His wanderings led him to Hampton Institute, Virginia, where his racial bitterness was somewhat softened and channelized. He studied the printing trade and came under the influence of Booker T. Washington, who frequently returned to his alma mater to deliver addresses and mingle with the students. The Tuskegee principal, whom Abbott worshipped, became his hero. His visions were also expanded by tours with the Hampton quartet in which he sang tenor. One such trip took him to Chicago, where Colored American Day was being celebrated at the World’s Columbian Exposition. The young man was inspired by the speech of the ex-slave and distinguished Negro spokesman, Frederick Douglass, and by the account of the anti-lynching crusader, Ida B. Wells, who described how a white mob destroyed her Memphis newspaper and drove her out of town.
Upon his graduation, Abbott returned to Chicago where he lived unobtrusively for several years trying unsuccessfully to obtain work as a printer. He briefly toyed with the idea of a legal career, and did indeed attend law school, but he was advised that he was too black to make any impression on the courts. He learned what it was to stand in the breadline of a prominent white church and be told to step aside and make way for a white man; and, again, to make way for a white man while looking for work, even though the latter was an immigrant who could speak no English. He became acquainted with people in similar straits, and he listened while they angrily described the desperate meanings of being a Negro. Like himself, they had no vehicle for articulating their racial grievances, no public defender.
The American attitude toward Negroes smelt to Heaven!
Abbott recalled how his stepfather, Rev. John H. H. Sengstacke, had insisted that a newspaper was one of the strongest weapons a Negro could have in the defense of his race. This, plus Abbott’s observation of the Negro’s melancholy condition, were the twin inspirations for starting a weekly newspaper in 1905—the Chicago Defender. His capital totaled twenty-five cents. Nearly eight years had elapsed before he had taken the plunge—in fact, he was a late starter in everything he did: he did not graduate from Hampton until he was twenty-seven; he launched his newspaper when he was thirty-seven; not until he was fifty did he marry, and indeed was nearly seventy years old when he took a second bride.
The idea of a paper had natural roots in the depths of his personal experiences, but the decision to publish was made in the face of every advice to the contrary—indeed, he stood in lonely isolation with his project. With unquenchable faith and perhaps the most unflinching will of any contemporary Negro, he had set himself to the task. It was his good fortune that a social change, for which he was not accountable, occurred just at a time when his own personal revolt against old forms of life and thought found itself aligned with the major forces driving society along new paths. His purpose was revealed in the nakedly simple slogan he adopted: American race prejudice must be destroyed! His passion for journalism often out-ran his capacities, but he persevered and spent more than twenty dreary years giving the project a sound footing. He eventually established an organ that was to be published without a break in continuity for fifty years. It reached a peak circulation of 230,000 nationally—until recently, with the exception of the Bible, no publication was more influential among the Negro masses.
There were very few trained Negro newspapermen in those days, and few places for them to gain the apprenticeship. Consequently, Abbott was forced to recruit personnel from the ranks of Pullman porters, barbers, hoofers, waiters and bartenders and train them himself. When special talents were unavailable, he sometimes assisted young men financially to secure the necessary training, as he did with Dan Day, a cartoonist who studied at the Chicago Art Institute. If Negroes were unable to acquire the skills, as was the case with the printing trades, he had no reluctance about employing white men, as he did when he purchased the paper’s first presses. The mechanical department, headed by a white foreman, was afterwards manned by white linotypers, pressmen, stereotypers and mailers, since their skills were possessed by no more than a handful of Negroes throughout the country.
The key to Abbott’s successful operations was the fact that he recognized his own limitations and recruited people accordingly. Mr. Abbott,
Dr. Johnson observes, was a shrewd publisher, who had the wisdom to engage sagacious and highly literate editors to interpret the significance of events, and alert news editors to select and project the news.
He had indeed an extraordinary ability to choose talent. For example, Wayland L. Rudd, whom Abbott hired as a reporter, became a poet of distinction. He personally chose Willard Motley as a boy to edit the young people’s Bud Billiken pages. Motley afterwards became a best-selling novelist with Knock On Any Door. He insisted upon publishing the first seventy-five poems of Gwendolyn Brooks, when she was a youngster. Now a Pulitzer prize winner, she says he provided her with the needed incentive to continue writing poetry.
The man’s crusade to bring Southern Negroes north was perhaps the most gigantic project he attempted and his most notable achievement. Nearly a million migrated on his urgings. Carl Sandburg, who closely observed the movement, credited Abbott with almost single-handedly setting the migration in motion. Whether with or without his planning,
says Dr. Johnson, "the Defender became one of the most potent factors in a phenomenal hegira that began to change the character and pattern of race relations in the United States."
The reason for his success as an editor-publisher was this, briefly: his remarkable headlines, satirizing cartoons and direct style of appeal, caused Negroes to see their image in the Defender. For he was so thoroughly a Negro himself, that everything he said and did was a reflection of the mass mind. He had as well an unusual capacity for judging both the Negro and the white man. He knew what the Negro wanted and what the white man would accept, and in this sense he had something of the genius of Booker T. Washington. Moreover, while he himself was a Republican, the paper was politically independent and supported only those candidates, white or Negro, who were aggressively in favor of Negro progress. He himself had no political ambitions, and rejected a plan to run him for Congress. He had in fact little confidence in politicians. His most caustic rakings were reserved for the way in which they applied democratic principles: When you consider the fact that few men in responsible political positions are in love with great principles that are vouchsafed by that historic document, you may not wonder that the Constitution has become more of a reference than a philosophy of action.
By 1918 the Chicago Defender was a triumphant success, despite the fact that the publisher had little business acumen. Roscoe Conkling Simmons, a Defender columnist and personal friend, explained the publishers disinclination to pay close attention to the business operations in this florid language: Details he left to minds that delight in detail, but his soul, his idea could not be confined to ledgers.
One of his editors, Julius J. Adams, declares: As a publisher, he seemed to have less greed than other Negro publishers. He was in the old tradition: he placed emphasis on journalism. He was not primarily concerned with building a financial institution.
He opposed, for example, the opening of a branch office in one city, because he did not want to hurt a competitor—a fact that caused one man to remark, He was a poet-philosopher with the weaknesses of both!
Even so, Abbott was the only Negro publisher to become an eminent financial success in Chicago. Exactly thirty-two newspapers failed during the thirty-five years he was at the Defender’s helm, and not one which began during his long regime is in existence today. *
Yet, according to Claude A. Barnett, director of the Associated Negro Press, he had the ability to step into a crucial situation and get things going with some variation of the snappily delivered phrase, Let’s put some juice in this!
He was wiser than his modes of expression indicated, though. He did in fact have a faculty for synthesizing his ideas by the use of proverbs, idioms, humorous anecdotes or epigrams. For example, he used to say, Never let anybody know what card you hold in your hand; maybe, you might let them peep at the end of one, but never let them see it completely.
And he often said: Throw the rock—but hide the hand!
, a saying which gives a revealing insight into his character.
He may have been no business wizard, but he was a flaming success as a missionary and teacher, which was logical in view of his missionary childhood and youth. Essentially his program was to uplift his people. Enoc Waters, now the Defender’s executive editor, recalls how Abbott constantly admonished him, Elevation of the race is our job!
He did launch the first campaign in a Negro newspaper to improve the public conduct of Negroes. Until this campaign, incidentally, Negro newspapers had been apologetic, or had attempted to explain away offensive behavior—buttressed of course by the view of social psychologists that Negro aggressions were merely outlets for their frustrations.
Unaware of such abstractions, Abbott insisted, If we act like decent people, the chances are we shall be treated decently.
As violently critical as Abbott was of the society that hurt him, his analysis of what was wrong with Negroes was even more harsh. When I consider the whole range of our social behavior,
he remarked in a moment of despair, I am almost tempted to say that we are just a little more than educated apes.
Thus, for him polite society,
fine manners,
correct usage,
finishing schools for girls, the acquisition of culture, and the learning of foreign languages became of great importance in the Negro’s progress.
His experiences in Europe and Latin America, which he always recalled with sentimentality, inspired this trend in his thinking and reinforced his own ambitions to be a cultivated person. Perhaps his proudest moment was when he was given permanent membership in the Literary and Artistic Institute of France.
He spent the summer of 1929 abroad, which marked a turning point in his outlook. Yet, in all his European experiences he seems never to have been very sensitive to esthetic emotion or interested in the spiritual aspects and currents of the European past. Chartres had stirred him as little as had the Sistine Madonna. When he stood at Wenlock Edge gazing over mile on mile of exquisite Shropshire landscape to the blue hills of Wales in the hazy distance, it was not to yield himself to the influence of beauty but to ponder the race problems of Britain. Suddenly, however, he began to see America with fresh eyes, and this, upon his return, resulted in a new approach to his crusades for racial equality.
Abbott, the racial reformer, was also a psychological puzzle.
His associates regarded him as an enigma. His curious background may have been the reason. Yet he was fortunate in having had vigorous and enterprising ancestors, healthy and thrifty parents, a rearing in a pleasant home in rural Georgia, a group of sisters and a brother to teach him the give-and-take code, and attendance at a school and church that provided mental and moral training. His surroundings were physically ideal: a farm, the river, and the woods afforded ample opportunity for bodily development. But in the midst of these natural blessings, he was surrounded by poverty-stricken, ignorant, shiftless, superstitious ex-slaves, whose broods were his only playmates, and he was unconsciously swept into the backward undertow.
For example, Abbott was labeled a Geechee,
a term implying certain primitive qualities of mind and behavior. He had, in truth, absorbed many of the superstitious beliefs of coastal Georgia. Toward the close of his long life he suddenly began talking about spells
and fixings
—which was a reversion to the so long forgotten superstition of his early environment. He could hardly have escaped its pervasive influence, for sorcery was practiced extensively in the old days. The old root doctors, visited by superstitious clients, used to perform mystic rites and promise to work miraculous cures. Many Negroes who lived in the area of Abbott’s upbringing viewed adversity not as the workings of fate, but as the revenge of a personal enemy. The supernatural was a significant part of life among the people whom Abbott knew as a boy.
He often used the term Georgia boy
—referring to the folkways of the section. He himself was a Georgia boy
to the core. And yet, though born in a slave context, he achieved the extraordinary feat of functioning successfully in a modern society. But he never was quite able to escape his background. Negroes in Savannah, for instance, placed a premium on a complexion approximating that of a Caucasian. Thus from birth, Abbott’s own color became a cross for him to bear within his own race. He protested against racial discriminations, not because he felt himself different, but because he wanted to be similar and was forcibly held to be different—not only by whites, but by the mulattoes of his own group. The problem of color was to shadow his footsteps as closely as the black dog shadowed Faust, and do much to twist and misshape his outlook.
He came to hate the color black—indeed, I suspect he was afflicted with a case of self-hate. He avoided black as a color for clothes and rarely appeared in public accompanied by a black woman. He even had an aversion to the term Negro.
He was, however, fiercely loyal to any man who was black, as distinct from those who were brown or fair of complexion. He kept notoriously incompetent black workers in his employ simply because he felt society offered them no social mercy. He once retreated sufficiently to observe: Black isn’t a bad shade; let’s make it popular in complexions as well as clothes.
His eccentricities about color made him object to the use of the term blackball
by Negro fraternities, and urge instead the use of whiteball,
as a term for denying aspirants membership. Thus the slogan emerged: Blackballs elect; whiteballs reject!
This preoccupation often produced constructive ideas, such as his campaign, Go to a White Church Sunday.
The man’s endless search for racial peace led him finally to the Bahai faith. This is not as sensational as it sounds. As with everything else, Abbott judged a religion by the degree to which racial equality was practiced; moreover, like the Chinese, Negroes care little for religious stratifications. Abbott had been brought up in the Congregational church in which his stepfather, Rev. Sengstacke, was a missionary. When the publisher reached manhood, he turned to the Episcopal church and then the Presbyterian church. In both he was a victim of color discrimination by mulattoes. He retreated to the teachings of Christian Science, but withdrew when this group established separate places of worship for whites and Negroes. Before he died in 1940, he embraced Bahaism.
The repeated assaults on his color developed in him a persecution complex which sometimes became so strong as to indicate morbidity. As he went on, he began to reveal a tendency to over-dramatize himself and to exaggerate the color aspects in every situation, intensifying in his own mind the odds against which he had had to struggle. Circumstances that may have opposed his plans were not accidents; they were insidious conspiracies on the part of enemies to thwart him. Ultimately he came to feel that anyone who criticized him must be a scoundrel.
This aspect of his mentality was characteristic of the German-reared stepfather who had such a profound influence on his life. Rev. Sengstacke, a mulatto who had married Abbott’s ebony-skinned mother, Flora, after the death of her husband, was a remarkable man. He was the only male parent the publisher ever knew, since his own father died during his infancy. The clergyman, a highly controversial figure in the tiny Negro community of his day, was well educated, spoke several languages fluently, and was in general a cultivated person. He became a missionary to educate and uplift his race, a purpose he bequeathed to his children with stern admonitions. His immigrant background, plus his lack of racial experience as known by Negroes born and reared in the South, complicated his social relations. Consequently, he became embittered when he labored unselfishly and his efforts were not only rejected but met open hostility. The belief that the world was against the Sengstackes became characteristic of the family and Abbott was naturally caught up in its current.
The logical response was family unity, as a defensive measure. In any case, the clergyman’s unhappy experiences created a fierce loyalty and solidified the family with Rev. Sengstacke as the idolized family symbol. Consequently, though Abbott was no relation to them, he embraced his stepfather’s white German relatives as his own. He regularly assisted them financially, and helped educate their children—Hitler’s denunciations of the Negro notwithstanding.
Himself childless, Abbott educated his brother’s son, John, and afterwards made him his heir and successor as editor and publisher of the Chicago Defender. In fact, no Abbotts shared in his will—only his wife and the Sengstackes. For Abbott felt deeply indebted to Rev. Sengstacke, of whom he wrote: He was one of the dominating influences in my life....It was his teachings that gave me a lust for travel, that developed in me an avid desire to know more than just what appeared on the surface. He fed my cultural nature while my mother endowed me with practical common sense, and kept my feet on the ground.
But the singular love and veneration he held for this man was especially revealed during the twenty-fifth anniversary celebration of the Defender, when he composed a moving racial testament which might stand as his epitaph to his stepfather.
He wrote: "For twenty-five years I have hearkened to the sacred advice of my [step] father, and have endeavored to give expression to my love for him, my Race and humanity through the columns of The Chicago Defender. I have been accused of red journalism, of insincerity, of incompetence, but in spite of all adversities I have faithfully and diligently striven to make known and alleviate the suffering of my people.
"I have endeavored to bring to the attention of the reading public all the inhuman treatment, discrimination, segregation, disfranchisement, peonage and all other injustices directed at my people. I have not yielded to sentiment, but have endeavored, by the help of God, to serve aright as He gave me the ability to see the right. And, at the end of twenty-five years, I rejoice in the consolation and satisfaction which follows a successful pursuit in the task undertaken and the principles espoused.
And now, thank God, the day is coming, yea, the day is almost here, when every land, from orient to occident, from pole to pole, from mountain to shore, and from the shore to the farthest isle of the sounding sea, at last will throw off the yoke of doubt, forget biased conceptions of human rights, and join in glad acclaim by helping to usher in the glad era of an enlightened civilization and the universal acknowledgement of the brotherhood of man.
Yet, except for his family, the man was never deeply loved—not by his two wives, not by his associates, and not by the public! This was perhaps the great tragedy in an otherwise fruitful and unselfish life. And yet he was capable of a humility and generosity of spirit which should have inspired love. For example, a fact unknown to his wives, secretary and associates and only revealed in the course of my researches, was that during the depression he responded to an urgent appeal from descendants of the white man who had held his people in slavery. In response, he regularly sent them money—and indeed contributed financially to the schooling of their children. Moreover, he carried his secret to the grave.
The man had achieved greatness.
The Chicago Defender was a concrete expression of Robert S. Abbott’s personality and philosophy.
So now we turn to reconstruct the life details of this triumphant personality, who unselfishly dedicated himself to his fellows.
Robert S. Abbott was an Island negro who went to Chicago and made his fortune as owner of the newspaper, Chicago Defender.
He left the Island with twenty-five cents, and returned with a million dollars.
—A Guide Book of St. Simons Island, 1951.
CHAPTER II
The Black Aristocrats
Near Christ Church, a tall, gleaming shaft of white Quincy granite stands at the entrance to Fort Frederica, situated on St. Simons Island—one of the coastal islands lying six miles off Georgia. The column, neatly enclosed by a grilled iron fence painted black, was erected at a cost of $1,600 by Robert S. Abbott as a monument to a slave he never knew: his father, Thomas Abbott. The site was chosen by the descendants of Tom’s master, who buried him in 1869 with Christian ceremony, because he had been a faithful slave belonging to Captain Charles Stevens. Robert’s father was a house servant, and as such was interred after the custom of the period in the Stevens burying ground.
This was a distinction in those days given only to respected retainers. Most of the Stevens slaves were buried by their own people in a Negro burial ground,
about a mile distant from the Stevens mansion; the place was actually situated in the next town of Harrington adjacent to Obligation Pond
—so called because slave converts were baptized in its waters. Had Tom been buried there, in all likelihood Robert would never have found his grave, because his people followed the African custom of not placing name markers on graves; instead, used only personal articles as identification. Today this cemetery is merely a clearing with a few mounds and scattered personal effects to indicate the remains of perhaps a thousand slaves. Not until 1928, when the Stevens descendants replied to Robert’s inquiry and pointed out the precise site of Tom’s interment, did he know where his parent lay and where to erect the shaft in his memory. * It was a tenderly strange moment.
He alone made the pilgrimage to Frederica. He alone witnessed the erection, performed by white stonemasons of the Oglethorpe Marble and Granite Company of Savannah.
As a final gesture of commemoration, he reverently placed a wreath at the foot.
Robert afterwards dutifully wrote his mother asking her approbation—and she replied that he had behaved as a good son. But there was a singular detachment about the way she responded that is worth noting well. He perhaps sensed this, and later begged his sister Rebecca to travel to St. Simons Island and report back to his mother what she had seen.
I talked about Robert and his people with the descendants of Captain Stevens—wives of George, Elliott and Forman Stevens—three old ladies who now reside in Harrington. They spoke proudly of their heritage, and were able to buttress their jointly told story with family records. They knew intimately all the complicated relationships involving the Abbotts, and had followed Robert’s career with the satisfaction of parents. According to their account, grandfather Captain Charles Stevens had gone abroad as a young man and married a Lady Sarah Dorothy Hall in England, and sometime in the 1840’s brought her back to Frederica to live on the plantation his father had established in 1784.
The man who was to become Robert’s father was the Stevens’ butler. He was a black, well-proportioned man, with what was described as presence, and major-domo of the household. He had complete charge of the male servants—waiters, coachmen, gardeners, body servants, handymen and errand boys. Mornings he wore a swallow-tailed coat; and evenings, an embroidered silk jacket, with his shoes highly polished. He was a fine figure of a man, proudly so, and perhaps envied by every slave on the plantation. His manners were always courteous, dignified, sometimes even elegant. He was said to have had a subtle instinct for social status