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Slavery by Another Name

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by Douglas A. Blackmon


  concern. Biddle was informed that federal policy had long been to

  cede virtual y al al egations of slavery to local jurisdiction—

  e ectively guaranteeing they would never be prosecuted. Biddle—

  favorite son of an elite Northern family in Philadelphia—was

  shocked. He could not comprehend that forced labor continued in

  America on more than "a few plantations."11

  Nonetheless, Biddle knew that in an al -out war, in which

  mil ions of African Americans would be cal ed upon to sacri ce in

  a struggle to protect freedom and liberty in Europe and Asia, the

  U.S. government had to make clear that anyone who continued to

  practice slavery, in violation of 1865's Thirteenth Amendment,

  would be prosecuted as a criminal.

  Five days after the Japanese at ack, on December 12, 1941,

  Biddle issued a directive—Circular No. 3591—to al federal

  prosecutors acknowledging the long history of the unwrit en federal

  law enforcement policy to ignore most reports of involuntary

  servitude. "A survey of the Department les on al eged peonage

  violations discloses numerous instances of ‘prosecution declined,’ "

  he wrote. "It is the purpose of these instructions to direct the

  at ention of the United States At orneys to the possibilities of

  successful prosecutions stemming from al eged peonage complaints

  which have heretofore been considered inadequate to invoke

  federal prosecution." Biddle proceeded to lay out a series of federal

  criminal statutes that could be used to prosecute slavery—al of

  which had long been available to federal of icials.

  He ordered that instead of relying on the quirks of the old anti-

  peonage statute as an excuse for not at acking instances of forced

  labor, prosecutors and investigators should embrace "building the

  cases around the issue of involuntary servitude and slavery"12

  Biddle descended from extensive antebel um Virginia

  slaveholders in his mother's family and from the most pedigreed

  line of lawyers in the country on his father's. His great-great-

  line of lawyers in the country on his father's. His great-great-

  grandfather, Nicholas Biddle, had served as president of the Bank of

  the United States under President James Monroe. Like virtual y

  every white American who considered themselves racial y moderate

  in 1941, Biddle was more than a pet y racist as wel . In his

  memoirs, Biddle chuckled at the speech of a "colored boy" testifying

  in a trial early in his legal career. His "vocabulary, from a generous

  estimate, could not have contained more than a few hundred

  words." He described black babies born in a clinic for unwed

  mothers as "exhibiting, like Indians, the glowing beauty of primitive

  children." His "colored man, Benjamin …polished brass with the

  ardor with which his race always approaches brass and with a grave

  friendly dignity helped our guests with their coats and hats after a

  dinner party"13

  Yet Biddle—especial y when faced with the harsh but truthful

  depiction of black life as it would be suddenly projected through

  the propaganda of Japan and Germany—fundamental y grasped

  that African Americans, no mat er how condescendingly he viewed

  them, had been denied the compact of freedom forged in the Civil

  War. "One response of this country to the chal enge of the ideals of

  democracy made by the new ideologies of Fascism and

  Communism has been a deepened realization of the values of a

  government based on a belief in the dignity and rights of man,"

  Biddle said in one major wartime speech.14 He mounted the rst

  modest legal at ack on the southern states’ successful expulsion of

  blacks from political participation. Unlike any prior U.S. at orney

  general, he recognized the federal government's duty to admit that

  African Americans were not free and to assertively enforce the

  statutes writ en to protect them. "We determined to breathe new

  life" into the dormant civil rights laws, Biddle later wrote.15

  The Justice Department's recently formed Civil Rights Section,

  created primarily to investigate cases related to anti-organized labor

  cases, began shifting its focus to discrimination and racial abuse.

  Less than a week into the ravages of World War I , Biddle

  explicitly repudiated the legal rationale laid out by Judge Thomas

  explicitly repudiated the legal rationale laid out by Judge Thomas

  Jones in the 1903 trials that had unwit ingly facilitated so much

  slavery across the South in the intervening half century.

  "In the United States one cannot sel himself as a peon or slave—

  the law is xed and established to protect the weak-minded, the

  poor, the miserable. Men wil sometimes sel themselves for a meal

  of victuals or contract with another who acts as surety on his bond

  to work out the amount of the bond upon his release from jail. Any

  such sale or contract is positively nul and void and the procuring

  and causing of such contract to be made violates [the] statutes,"

  argued Biddle in his memo. Henceforth, he ordered al Department

  of Justice investigators to entirely drop reference to peonage in

  their writ en reports. They were to instead label every le as

  related to what it truly was—what it had always been for the past

  seven decades: "Involuntary Servitude and Slavery."16

  In August 1942, a let er from a sixteen-year-old black boy arrived at

  the Department of Justice al eging that Charles Bledsoe—the

  Alabama man who received a $100 ne for peonage prior to

  Biddle's memo—was stil holding members of the boy's family as

  slaves. Despite the Biddle directive, FBI director J. Edgar Hoover

  initial y saw no need to mount another aggressive investigation. The

  U.S. at orney in Mobile, Francis H. Inge, was similarly disinterested.

  "No active investigation wil be instituted," Hoover wrote to

  Assistant At orney General Wendel Berge, at empting to close the

  file.17

  That would have been the end of the mat er even a year earlier.

  But seven months into World War I , with the nation anxious to

  mobilize every possible soldier and counter every thrust of Japan's

  and Germany's propaganda machines, Berge directed Hoover to

  look further. "In accordance with the request of the At orney

  General that we expedite cases related to Negro victims, it wil be

  appreciated if this mat er is given preference," Berge wrote in a

  terse let er ordering Inge into action.18

  "The mat er complained of in the instant case is but one of many

  "The mat er complained of in the instant case is but one of many

  in which members of the Negro race have been the victims. Enemy

  propagandists have used similar episodes in international

  broadcasts to the colored race, saying that the democracies are

  insincere and that the enemy is their friend," Berge wrote. "There

  have been received from the President an instruction that lynching

  complaints shal be investigated as soon as possible; that the results

  of the investigation be made public in al instances, and the persons

  responsible for such lawless acts vigorously prosecuted. T
he

  At orney General has requested that we expedite other cases related

  to Negro victims. Accordingly, you are requested to give the mat er

  your immediate at ention."19

  Biddle's civil rights lawyers began to reassess fundamental y the

  legal breadth of the constitutional amendments ending slavery, the

  Reconstruction-era statutes passed to enforce them, and other

  largely forgot en laws such as the antebel um Slave Kidnapping Act,

  which made it il egal to capture or hold forced laborers in U.S.

  territory where slavery was prohibited.

  As the war progressed, the Department of Justice vigorously

  prosecuted U.S. Sugar Company in Florida for forcing black men

  into their sugarcane elds. Sheri s who col uded with the company

  were brought to trial. Before the end of World War I , the federal

  courts would rule that slaveholders could be prosecuted for

  peonage, even if the debt they claimed a worker owed them was

  ctitious. It was a subtle change. But the decision eliminated what

  had been a standard defense against the crime—the assertion that

  no evidence of a debt between the slave and slave driver existed.

  Final y, early in September 1942, a team of FBI agents, highway

  patrolmen, and deputies descended on a remote farm near Beevil e,

  Texas, to arrest a white farmer, Alex Skrobarcek, and his adult

  daughter, Susie Skro-barcek. They were initial y charged in a state

  court with maiming a mental y retarded black worker named

  Alfred Irving. But a month later, lawyers at the Department of

  Justice drew a federal indictment al eging that the pair had held

  Justice drew a federal indictment al eging that the pair had held

  Irving in slavery for at least four years. They were accused of

  repeatedly beating the man with whips, chains, and ropes—so

  much so that he was physical y disfigured from the abuse.20

  Signaling the special signi cance of the case, a special assistant to

  At orney General Biddle actively participated in prosecuting the

  trial. He later wrote that investigators found "overwhelming"

  evidence that the Skrobarceks "repeatedly horsewhipped the victim

  …starved him and otherwise held him in fear."21

  The at orneys argued that the century-old Slavery Kidnapping Act

  applied to this case of abject involuntary servitude, in apparently

  the rst such prosecution since the Civil War. The defendants were

  found guilty and sentenced to federal prison. Federal o cials made

  clear that the case was intended to send a message that despite any

  claims by U.S. enemies, the federal government was nal y serious

  about ending involuntary servitude for African Americans.

  "The Skrobarczyk [sic] trial and its conclusion undoubtedly wil

  be said … to have given a decisive setback to the enemy

  propaganda machine …urging …negroes that their proper place in

  this conflict is with the yel ow race," editorialized the Corpus Christi

  Times.22

  Two years later, President Harry Truman's Commit ee on Civil

  Rights recommended bolstering the anti-slavery statute to plainly

  criminalize involuntary servitude. In 1948, the entire federal

  criminal code was dramatical y rewrit en, further clarifying the laws

  against involuntary servitude. Final y, in 1951, Congress passed

  even more explicit statutes, making any form of slavery in the

  United States indisputably a crime.

  Reports of involuntary servitude continued to trickle in to federal

  investigators wel into the 1950s. But America—however deeply

  racist it remained—had begun a profound change. Mil ions of

  soldiers—black and white—had witnessed the horror of racial

  ideology exalted to its most violent extremes in Nazi Germany.

  Thousands of African American men who returned as ghting men,

  unwil ing to capitulate again to the docile state of helplessness that

  unwil ing to capitulate again to the docile state of helplessness that

  preceded the war, abandoned the South altogether or joined in the

  agitation that would become the civil rights movement. Throughout

  the region, tractors, new chemicals, and cot on pickers began to

  radical y reduce the need for manual labor in elds of cot on,

  soybeans, and tobacco. In 1954, the U.S. Supreme Court's ruling in

  Brown v. Board of Education desegregating public schools and

  reversing the cynical logic of 1896's Plessy v. Ferguson, sealed

  forever that the terror regime which had dominated black life over

  the previous ninety years was ending.

  It was a strange irony that after seventy-four years of hol ow

  emancipation, the nal delivery of African Americans from overt

  slavery and from the quiet complicity of the federal government in

  their servitude was precipitated only in response to the horrors

  perpetrated by an enemy country against its own despised

  minorities.

  EPILOGUE

  The Ephemera of Catastrophe

  Still the voice of Green Cottenham would not speak. For six years I sought signs of

  him. Nowhere was there more than the faintest trace. A icker here that a brother,

  Sam, almost ten years his elder, died in 1953. Musty evidence that his sisters

  married and remarried. A last glimpse of Mary, his mother, living her nal years at an

  address on Block Street in the town of Montevallo, a few blocks from where she and

  Henry moved long before, still in the shadow of the old slavery world. There, sometime

  in the 1930s, Mary Cottenham, the girl born a slave and married at the dawn of

  freedom, died alone. In the place of the little house she occupied for so long, only

  weeds grow.

  The black Cottinghams descended from the old plantation on Six Mile Road were

  scattered, in variant spellings and skin tones, across the United States. I found a woman

  my own age in Shelby County named Molly Cottenham. She knew little of her family's

  past.

  Molly is descended from Gabe, a toddler in the Cottingham Loop house of Milt

  Cottingham when he was saved by his brothers from arrest and re-enslavement in 1893.

  Gabe grew to manhood and scratched together enough to eventually buy land in Shelby

  County, near a community of farms called Keywater. Nearby, a ferry transported goods

  across the Coosa River from Fayetteville. A contemporary of Green, living in the same

  county, Gabe almost certainly would have known of his cousin's fate at Slope No. 12.

  Gabe's sons, Edgar, Charlie, and Abraham, joined in the heavy labor of poorly

  educated workers of the time. Abraham died pouring iron in a foundry, according to

  the few stories passed down to Molly, who still lives not far from the old Keywater

  homeplace. Edgar worked in a quarry before retiring and then dying in the 1980s.

  Gabe was forced to ee Shelby County after a ght with a white man, Molly was told.

  Edgar and Charlie lived most of their lives without their father, reared by their mother.

  Little else of the context or human familial foundation survives for the descendants

  of the black Cottingham line. Molly, forty- ve years old in 2008, and the mother of two

  grown children, doesn't remember her grandmother's name. She never knew the

  identities of her great-grandparents.1

  In
some respects, it is little surprise that the long-lingering persistence of American

  slavery has been so largely ignored. Its longevity mars the mythology most white

  Americans rely upon to explain our past and to embroider our present. At the same

  time, it grieves and shames the descendants of its victims. They recoil from the

  implication that emancipated black Americans could not exercise freedom, and

  remained under the cruel thumb of white America, despite the explicit guarantees of

  the Constitution, the Fourteenth and Fifteenth amendments, and the moral resolve of

  the Civil War.

  Harold Cottingham lives in a modest house on a quiet street in Centre-ville, Alabama.

  In an o ce he built onto his workshop in the backyard, piles of newspaper clippings

  and letters are heaped where he left them years ago—while piecing together the

  genealogy of all the acknowledged descendants of Elisha Cottingham. He is Elisha's

  grandson, four generations removed. Every summer, Harold visits the old family burial

  ground to make sure the grass has been properly cut back from the tombstones. Today,

  age and health challenge his dedication to the family plot. Already, the forest has

  overtaken the sunken unmarked graves of many of those who died black on the

  Cottingham farm.

  On a chilly day, Harold and his wife take me to lunch at Oliver's, a little restaurant in

  a historic home across the street from the Bibb County courthouse and its monument to

  Confederate war dead. They know by verse the heroic accounts of how Elisha extracted

  a legacy from the Alabama wilderness, and each of the succeeding white generations

  that followed.

  Nowhere in the stories is there reference to Scip, the man who worked beside Elisha

  for most of fty years, who carved the farm from the forest with him. Harold, a gentle

  man, is not responsible for the washing away of the memories of the family's partners

  and likely cousins of the past. They had vaporized long before Harold became the

  Cottingham storyteller. "I knew there was some slaves out there," he told me. "But I

  never knew there was so many."2

  The residual wealth of W. D. McCurdy's baronic slave farm in Lowndes County still

  dominates a cluster of fabulous white-columned mansions in the old cotton town of

  Lowndesboro, Alabama. A family mansion sits at the end of McCurdy Lane. W. D.

  McCurdy's great-greatgrandchildren still hold much of the family land, but cotton died

 

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