Miscegenation
Otago Witness
Dunedin, New Zealand
Issue 652, 1864-05-28
Page 1
Source: Papers Past, National Library of New Zealand Te Puna Mātauranga o Aotearoa
From the “Saturday Review.”
Words being the signs of ideas, for a new notion a new term is necessary. The barbarous word “miscegenation” has been invented by the fanatics of Abolitionism to express a doctrine which it was for a time found convenient to wrap up in the term of “amalgamation,” but which, after a brief tribute to modesty, it is now found not an insult to American morality to disclose in all its indecency and immodesty. That doctrine is, that the white race in general, and the white of the Northern States in particular, is dying out, and that, to preserve it from utter destruction, it must be mixed with the richer, purer, and nobler blood of the negro. Physiologically, this very practical use of the slave is based on the fact that mixture of blood is necessary for the perfection of race—which is indisputable but here a slight difficulty occurs. How does it happen that if, as the writer owns, hitherto the white has almost universally mixed with the white, and only degenerates more and more, the very opposite result occurs with the black, who just as universally has hitherto only mixed with the black, and only improves by it The white breeds in and in, and nothing but a degenerate and puny posterity is the result the black breeds in and in, and he only becomes “richer,” “warmer,” “nobler,” and more emotional,” “vigorous,” and fresher.” We may, however, best state the facts of the case in the very graphic language of the author or authoress, as it is surmised.
“The white people of America are dying for want of flesh and blood. They are dry and shrivelled for lack of the healthful juice of life. In the white American are seen unmistakeably the indications of physical decay. The cheeks are shrunken, the lips are thin and bloodless, the under jaw is narrow and retreating, the teeth decayed, the nose sharp and cold, the eyes small and watery, the complexion of a blue and yellow hue, the head and shoulders bent forward, the hair dry and straggling upon the men, the waists of the women thin and pinched, telling of sterility and consumption, the general appearance gaunt and cadaverous from head to foot. You will see bald heads upon young men. You will see eye-glasses and spectacles, false teeth, artificial colour on the face, artificial plumpness to the form. The intercourse will be formal, ascetic, unemotional. Turn now to an assemblage of negroes. Every cheek is plump, the teeth are whiter than ivory, there are no bald heads, the eyes are large and bright. Our professional men show more than any of the lack of healthful association with their opposites’ of the other sex. They need contact with healthy, loving, warm-blooded natures to fill up the lean interstices of their anatomy.
Nor is this a matter of theory only. The Southerners have shown a wonderful success in the civil war and it is all owing to their connection, licit and illicit, with the negro. “The emotional power, fervid, oratory, and intensity which distinguishes ail slaveholders is due to their intimate association with the most charming and intelligent of their slave girls.” It seems that “the mere presence of the African in large numbers infused into the air a sort of barbaric malaria” which, indeed, has been often noticed, and is commonly called by a coarser name, but which we are now told is a miasm of fierceness which has come to infect the white men and even the women too, and which accounts for the wild chivalrous spirit of the South, and its success in the field.” Nor are these the only benefits which the rebels derive from their privileged propinquity to the ideal man, the vigorous able-bodied negro. The sweet magnetism of association attracts the daughters of the South to the sable Apollos of the tropics.
“The mothers and daughters of the aristocratic slaveholders are thrilled with a strange delight by daily contact with their dusky male servitors. These relations, though intimate and full of a rare charm to the passionate and impressible daughters of the South, seldom if ever pass beyond the bounds of propriety. A platonic love, a union of sympathies, emotions, &c, &c. The white Southern girl, who matures early, is at her home surrounded by the brightest and most intelligent of the young colored men on the estate. Passionate, full of sensibility, without the cold, prudence of her Northern sister, who can wonder at the wild dreams of love which fix the hearts and fill the imagination of the impressible Southern maiden?… It is safe to say that the first heart experience of nearly every Southern maiden, the flowering sweetness and grace of her young life, is associated with a sad dream of some bondman lover. He may have been the waiter or coachman, or bright yellow lad who assisted the overseer but to her he is a hero, blazing with all the splendors of imperial manhood. She treasures the looks from those dark eyes which made her pulses bound.”
We are inclined to suspect that the North American man and woman may be something of the sort described by this indecent writer and we can well understand how it is that Mr. Hawthorne, after his experience of his sapless, dry, and bony brethren, and his angelic but angular countrywomen, is positively enraged at the sight of the wholesome flesh and blood of an Englishman and Englishwoman. We may be rather proud of being described as “bulbous,” and think it no affront that the “female Bull” may be described in Terence’s phrase as corpus validumn et succi plenum. Our juiciness and physical fulness and strength, and redundancy of muscle and blood, are certainly in strong contrast to what the writer of the pamphlet on Miscegenation describes as dryness and meagreness, the pallor and scranniness and leanness, of the American animal; and if the citizen and citizeness of the Northern States is this or anything like it, we can quite account for Northern failures in the field or any where else. The only absurdity is, that this wretched, sapless, shrivelled caricature of a man, this specimen of humanity in]its most contemptible form, should have the place which it has in the world’s estimate of nations. If this is the ideal American, we quite agree with the author of Miscegenation that the race cannot live to the third generation. If this is what “the Anglo-Saxon”—though plentifully mixed, by the by, with Germans and Irish immigrants and with most of the scum of Europe has come to, it is a comfort to think that we are near the end of it.
The sum and substance of the whole matter is, that this nasty doctrine of the physical necessity of absorbing the white race into the negro population or rather; of creating for the necessities of the American States a mixed and Creole race, is proclaimed not only by the author of this tract, but by the Rev. Beecher Stowe’s partner in the editorship of the Independent,” Mr. Theodore Tilton, by Mr. Horace Greeley, by Mr. Wendell Phillips, and by “the inspired maid of Philadelphia,” the lecturing woman, Miss Anna Dickenson. It is perhaps inconvenient to remember that some such experiment has been tried in Haiti with what success we all know. It is now to be repeated further North. How far these people carry out their views into actual life they do not inform us. If the gentlemen practice what they preach, the demand for coloured Abishags “to engraft upon our stock the rich treasure of negro blood,” and to fill up the lean interstices of the anatomy of editors, must be something more than nominal and as Miss Dickenson has lectured before the President and in many of the cities of the Union, and has not been tarred and feathered by the ladies of America, we are forced to the unpleasant conclusion that they are quite ready to play Tamora to any and every lusty negro who fulfils the “passional” and “emotional instinct” which is among the best cravings of the soul. “It is a mean pride,” we are told, unworthy of a Christian, which would lead any. one to deny that there are wants in the white nature which only the negro could fill, defects in physical organization that only the negro could supply, cravings towards fraternity that only the negro could comfort and satisfy.” Potiphar’s wife anticipated this argument, and in her plain-spoken language to the goodly Hebrew slave only put the doctrine of Miscegenation into practice and if the ladies of New England want another precedent for their “abandonment of an unwholesome prejudice,” the history of the Byzantine Court and the life of the Empress Theodosia may satisfy them that a negro-lover, though a solecism, is by no means an absolute novelty in female taste, A strong-bodied and strong-flavoured partner is perhaps the complement to that strong mind of which the Yankee female has furnished so many and such very unfeminine instances.
The wonderful and horrible thing is that this filthy nonsense is not only not hooted down, but that it represents the more advanced, and indeed the more logical, adherents of that political party which, if the smallest, is undoubtedly the most vigorous in America. All Abolitionists are perhaps not, or perhaps not as yet, avowed adherents of the doctrine of Miscegenation, but all Abolitionists with the very least regard to consistency must render the jus connubii to those who are in every respect their equals. The Miscegenation writers of course go further, and exalt the relative superiority of the nigger, and expatiate on his necessity in the great economy of things for renovating with his fiery energies the cold and languid circulation of the North. Yet even this might do comparatively little harm, for the women who will listen to and applaud Miss Anna Dickenson lecturing on these nauseous subjects are far beyond any other corrupting influences. The shamelessnes which sees “all the splendours of imperial manhood” in a woolly-headed coachman, may be left to that natural indignation which is due to the sight of Messalina vindicating her life on philosophical principles. But the evil does not end here…
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