Thursday, March 22, 2018

Black History and the Class Struggle The Nat Turner Rebellion and the Fight Against Slavery


Workers Vanguard No. 1106
24 February 2017
 




Black History and the Class Struggle
The Nat Turner Rebellion and the Fight Against Slavery
Part One
We print below, edited for publication, the first part of a presentation given by Spartacist League/U.S. Central Committee member Alan Wilde to the New York Spartacus Youth Club on January 28.
In 1831, American slaveowners learned what it means to have the fear of God put into them. In August of that year, an insurrection was launched by rebel slaves led by Nat Turner in Southampton County, Virginia. Before their suppression, the rebels killed up to 60 whites in the course of a few days—the highest number to die in a slave uprising in the U.S. It was the unmistakable justice and vengeance of revolutionary terror. And it was met with the reactionary terror of the slaveowners, who crushed the rebellion and drowned it in blood. We honor Nat Turner’s rebellion, as we honor John Brown’s 1859 Harpers Ferry raid. These were blows struck in the cause of black freedom and heralded the Civil War that finally smashed the slave order and emancipated the slave.
Truth be told, while the rebellion and its aftermath are well documented, including through newspaper articles at the time, we know little about Nat Turner himself. As brilliant as he was, he was a black slave living in the South. As such, no one was going to document his life. What little documentation exists of Nat’s life consists mainly of the record of him being bought and sold. As Thomas Wentworth Higginson—a radical abolitionist and the commander of the first regiment of freed slaves to fight in the Civil War—wrote in an August 1861 Atlantic article, “Nat Turner’s Insurrection”: “The biographies of slaves can hardly be individualized; they belong to the class.” Speaking of Nat Turner, Higginson noted that he “did not even possess a name, beyond one abrupt monosyllable,—for even the name of Turner was the master’s property.”
Many of the books and articles that address Nat’s life before the rebellion base themselves on Thomas R. Gray’s The Confessions of Nat Turner, The Leader of the Late Insurrection in Southampton, VA (1831). Gray, a Southern lawyer and ardent defender of slavery, supposedly sat down with Nat after his capture and took down his “confession” verbatim. Many historians cast doubt on Gray’s Confessions of Nat Turner for an obvious reason: Does one really believe that this slaveowning lawyer took down the words of Nat Turner precisely, without inventions or omissions? At the same time, “When the document is viewed in historical context,” as noted by Stephen B. Oates in The Fires of Jubilee: Nat Turner’s Fierce Rebellion (1975), “the confessions seem an authentic and reliable document.” Oates writes that the confessions are “very close” to Turner’s statements in his October 31 court interrogation, and the details correspond to the slave trial records and contemporary newspaper accounts. (A very useful website, www.natturnerproject.org, has collected and collated the available documentary record of Turner’s rebellion and its aftermath.) So, with all these caveats, I will refer to Gray’s Confessions, as well as other works, in this talk.
Nat Turner was born in October 1800—incidentally, the same year of Gabriel Prosser’s planned slave rebellion and the same year Denmark Vesey won his freedom. His father is believed to have escaped slavery when Nat was a young boy. His mother, Nancy, seems interesting. One story has it that she was brought to the U.S. through the harrowing Middle Passage directly from Africa; another that she was sold to the Turner family by a slaveowner escaping the Revolution in Saint-Domingue, what is now Haiti. Whatever the reality, the Haitian Revolution of 1791-1804, the world’s first and only successful slave revolution, loomed very large over the Americas. How much of it was known to Nat Turner personally, I do not know. But it was well known among slaves and certainly among the slave masters, who dreaded and feared its implications for America’s “peculiar institution.”
As a youth, Nat Turner learned to read and write. Oates credits this not only to his deep intelligence, but also to his Methodist owners who “not only approved of Nat’s literacy but encouraged him to study the Bible.” In Gray’s Confessions, Nat is quoted as saying that his intelligence meant that “I would never be of any service to any one as a slave.”
Slavery is by definition an unimaginably brutal and deeply degrading institution that denies people their humanity. In North America, along with the genocidal annihilation of the indigenous population, slavery provided the basis for the primitive accumulation of capital. Slavery was not an incidental outgrowth of American capitalism. It was a fundamental component of its birth and development, and its legacy continues to define American capitalism more than 150 years after the destruction of the slave system. American society is still shaped by this history through the continuing oppression of black people as a race-color caste, integrated into the working class while, in their majority forcibly segregated at the bottom of society.
We do not know much about Nat Turner’s family life. It is widely believed that in the early 1820s, he became involved with a young woman at the Turner farm named Cherry, and at some point they were married. To be clear, slave marriages, which were usually marked by the couple jumping over a broomstick together, had no legality. One of the crimes inflicted upon black people in the South was the separation of families, with wives, husbands, mothers and children sold to different owners. One of the biggest fears was to be sold to one of the notoriously brutal, huge cotton plantations of the Deep South. As Oates notes, “For Virginia slaves, accustomed to a modicum of family life, Georgia seemed a living hell.”
Nat and Cherry faced that prospect in 1822 when Samuel Turner—their owner—died. While they were not sold to the Deep South, they were each sold to different owners: Nat to Thomas Moore and Cherry to Giles Reese, whose plantation was a few miles away. They could see each other from time to time, but they were separated. Higginson powerfully captured the horror of this reality in his Atlantic piece:
“This is equivalent to saying that by day or by night that husband had no more power to protect her than the man who lies bound upon a plundered vessel’s deck has power to protect his wife on board the pirate-schooner disappearing in the horizon; she may be reverenced, she may be outraged; it is in the powerlessness that the agony lies.”
Newspaper accounts of the time reported something else about Cherry: Following Nat’s execution, she was lashed and tortured to produce papers he had entrusted to her, after which both she and their daughter were sold to slave traders.
The Religion of the Slave
In his piece, Higginson notes that Nat Turner saw himself, and was seen by his fellow slaves, as a prophet. He was not, as he is usually depicted, a preacher—for example, in last year’s film by Nate Parker, The Birth of a Nation. There is no question that Nat was a deeply religious man, and his fervor found expression in messianic visions.
The religion of the slave was a contradictory phenomenon. It was not simply a reflection of white Christianity, but a unique, dynamic creation of black people on the terrain of American slavery. It preached endurance and patience as a way to survive the inhumanity of slavery, but also the idea that deliverance would one day come. It acted as a brake on the insurrectionary instinct of the slave, while at the same time being unable to fully extinguish the striving for freedom inherent in a people held in chains.
For slaves, gatherings for religious services were not only of religious significance; they were often political and social events. Indeed, for many generations, the church was the only allowed form of black social organization. Historically, even during periods of militant struggle, many black people remained tied to the church. It is significant that nearly every important black mass leader has been deeply religious or church-centered. But while the church has long been among the most pervasive organizers of the black masses, the religious beliefs of Nat Turner are hardly comparable to the reactionary godliness of today’s black clergy. For a long time, the role of black church leaders has been to channel the anger and frustration of the black masses back into prayer meetings and more schemes to reform racist U.S. capitalism, usually through the Democratic Party.
Nat Turner’s religion was based on a desire to drown the slave system in blood. His God was the Old Testament God of vengeance and retribution. For slaves, the story of Exodus, where Moses leads the Israelites out of bondage in Egypt, symbolized not only freedom but also divine punishment for the wrongdoers through the plagues. Nat Turner captures this spirit in a passage attributed to him in Thomas Gray’s Confessions: “And now the Holy Ghost had revealed itself to me, and made plain the miracles it had shown me—For as the blood of Christ had been shed on this earth, and had ascended to heaven for the salvation of sinners…it was plain to me that the Saviour was about to lay down the yoke he had borne for the sins of men, and the great day of judgment was at hand.” Nat Turner’s rebellion was judgment day.
The Rebellion
Nat’s rebellion brought to life the worst nightmares of the slave-master class, revealing the inherently barbaric nature of slavery. For many months to follow, any rumor of a slave uprising sent the white masters and their families fleeing from their homes.
The rebellion was not begun because of a particular incident or a particular horror Nat faced or witnessed as a slave. Rather, as Higginson writes, “Whatever Nat Turner’s experiences of slavery might have been, it is certain that his plans were not suddenly adopted, but that he had brooded over them for years.”
In February 1831, there was a solar eclipse, and Nat saw this as a sign. He managed to gather some muskets and set the date of insurrection for July 4, a day whose symbolism is obvious. But he was forced to postpone after he fell ill. On August 13, there was an atmospheric disturbance that apparently made the sun appear bluish-green. Turner took this as his final sign. He brought together his handful of confidants, no more than six: Henry, Hark, Nelson, Sam, Will and Jack. They deliberated for eleven hours. Higginson described that “two things were at last decided: to begin their work that night, and to begin it with a massacre so swift and irresistible as to create in a few days more terror than many battles, and so spare the need of future bloodshed.”
The rebellion began on August 22. The plan was that the seven of them would go out from plantation to plantation, kill all the whites they could find regardless of age or sex, recruit all the slaves they could to their rebel army and gather guns, muskets and other weapons for a drawn-out fight. It was a matter of military necessity not to leave any of the slaveowners or their families alive to sound the alarm. The first house they went to was that of Joseph Travis, who had been Nat’s owner since 1830. The rebels, not wanting to reveal themselves too early, decided not to use muskets until they had gathered sufficient forces. They went to the bedroom where the master and his wife slept. Bringing down his axe, Nat struck the first blow against Travis, but it was dark and his aim was poor. Will had to complete the job and then kill the wife. After that, they moved on to the children, including a baby in its cradle that they had initially forgotten to kill.
I want to underline that this was not random, maniacal terror. It was part of an organized plan. For example, the rebels made a point of not attacking any farms owned by poor whites. As Higginson noted, “There was no gratuitous outrage beyond the death-blow itself.” This was not a war of blacks against whites, but of the enslaved against the enslavers. The slaves were property and all claims of ownership had to be destroyed. If left alive, that baby in its cradle could one day grow up and say: That slave is my property. Even the Richmond Enquirer at the time admitted that “indiscriminate massacre was not their intention, after they obtained foothold, and was resorted to in the first instance to strike terror and alarm. Women and children would afterwards have been spared, and men also who ceased to resist.”
This was a rebellion against the institution of slavery. In Gray’s Confessions, Nat Turner describes his owner at the time, Travis, by saying that he “was to me a kind master, and placed the greatest confidence in me; in fact, I had no cause to complain of his treatment to me.” This underlines that the issue was not the cruelties of a particular slave master, but the system of slavery itself.
As they moved from plantation to plantation, the rebels’ forces swelled to about 70 fighters. Within about 48 hours, some 60 whites were killed without the loss of a single slave. Nat Turner then decided it was time to strike at the Southampton County seat, Jerusalem, and to raid its armory. The plan was to then retreat into the Dismal Swamp. There, the former slaves would have a defended position from which they could further recruit and launch attacks against the slaveowners. Higginson thinks the attack on Jerusalem could have succeeded if only Turner had not made the mistake of waiting too long outside the Parker plantation, three miles from the town. Some of Turner’s men wanted to stop there to recruit more slaves for the rebel army. Nat was hesitant, worried that it would take too long and that the slaveowners’ militias would surely by now be on the move. But he relented.
A small white militia encountered the rebels outside the plantation, confirming Turner’s fears. They fired a volley and the former slaves fired back, dispersing the white militia, which would have been crushed had it not been able to hook up with another militia from Jerusalem. The rebels were forced into an orderly retreat but were able to regroup their forces. The next day, however, they were defeated by a white militia that was twice their size and reinforced by three companies of artillery. The few remaining rebels agreed to split up and try to recruit more slaves to their army. They never reunited. Most were captured; bloody reprisal fell upon them.
Reaction
The fighting in the rebellion may have been local, but the impact of Nat Turner’s insurrection resounded throughout the South. The white militia that defeated Turner’s band was reinforced the next day by detachments from the USS Natchez and USS Warren, which were anchored at Norfolk, and by militias from counties in Virginia and North Carolina. There were rumors spreading that slave rebellions were erupting everywhere, including in the majority-black city of Wilmington, North Carolina.
The State of Virginia tried and sentenced to death 56 black people after the rebellion, reimbursing slave masters for their executed “property.” In the hysterical atmosphere that followed the uprising, white mobs and militias scoured the countryside, killing black people with impunity. At least 200 blacks were killed after the crushing of the rebellion. In one particularly gruesome massacre, a company of militia from North Carolina killed 40 black people in one day. Those accused of participating in the uprising were beheaded, and their heads mounted on poles at crossroads to terrify slaves. To this day, part of Virginia State Route 658 is labeled “Blackhead Signpost Road” as a commemoration of this racist bloodbath.
The legal response to the uprising was likewise furious. Virginia and other slave states passed laws that made it illegal to teach not only slaves but also free blacks to read and write. Other laws greatly restricted the few remaining rights that free black men and women had in the South. These included the right to assemble and to bear arms. One of the laws passed restricted all black people—slave or free—from holding religious meetings without the presence of a white minister.
As for Nat Turner himself, he evaded capture until he was found by a white farmer two months later. The farmer reported that Nat handed over his sword to him like a captured soldier surrendering his weapon. But needless to say, the slaveowners did not consider Nat a prisoner of war. On November 5, he was tried for “conspiring to rebel and making insurrection.” He was duly convicted and sentenced to death. When asked by Thomas Gray if he regretted his action now that he was about to die, Turner defiantly responded, “Was not Christ crucified.” He was hanged on November 11 in Jerusalem, Virginia. His corpse was flayed, beheaded and quartered.
Impact
Nat Turner stands in the courageous tradition of freedom fighters like Gabriel Prosser and Denmark Vesey. Gabriel was a literate, enslaved blacksmith who planned a rebellion in the Richmond area in 1800. He was keenly aware of his environment, including the increasing tensions between the U.S. and France at the time; he thought a slave uprising in the U.S. could possibly get French aid. He was inspired by the French and Haitian revolutions. His intent was to lead a slave army into Richmond, but he was betrayed and captured. He, his two brothers and 23 other black men were hanged.
Denmark Vesey was born a slave in St. Thomas, a Caribbean island belonging to Denmark at the time. His slave master was a sea captain who took him to many countries, including Haiti. In late 1799, Denmark Vesey won a lottery in South Carolina and bought his freedom the following year for $600. A highly literate and sophisticated man who spoke multiple languages, he began working as a carpenter and set up his own successful business after gaining his freedom. But he was never able to win his first wife’s freedom, as her owner refused to sell her, meaning that all his children would be held in bondage.
In 1818 he was also among the founders of a congregation of what was known as the “Bethel circuit” of the African Methodist Episcopal Church, the first independent black denomination in the U.S. The church was destroyed by state authorities in 1822 after Vesey’s execution. After the Civil War, it was rebuilt in 1865 by, among others, Vesey’s son. It was no accident that the white-supremacist murderer Dylann Roof picked that church as the site of his massacre of nine black people in June 2015.
Vesey was intent on leading a war against slavery. In 1819, he was closely following Congressional debates on the status of Missouri, which seemed to put slavery on the defensive. He began plans for a revolt with a close circle of friends, which quickly drew in growing numbers. He used his position as a lay preacher to discuss insurrection plans during religious classes. He set the original date for the rebellion for 14 July 1822, Bastille Day, which marks the launch of the French Revolution. But he was betrayed and captured. Vesey and five others were convicted and sentenced to death; he was hanged on July 2. Soon afterward, another 30 black people were also executed.
These planned uprisings terrified the slaveowning class, whose system was based on open violence; in turn, Gabriel and Denmark Vesey understood that nothing but all-out war—i.e., violence—would bring that system down. That’s the context that Nat Turner’s rebellion must be seen in. His insurrection was the coming to life of Gabriel Prosser’s and Denmark Vesey’s plans. His cry was not only for his freedom, but for war against slavery. His impact extended far beyond those all-too-brief 48 hours.
A particular target of Virginia’s and other Southern politicians following Nat Turner’s rebellion was the abolitionist movement, which was blamed for “inspiring” the uprising. A “Vigilance Association” in Columbia, South Carolina, offered a $1,500 reward for the capture of any agitator convicted of distributing abolitionist literature, while North Carolina and Georgia put a bounty of $5,000 on the head of the abolitionist leader William Lloyd Garrison. At the same time, Nat Turner’s rebellion forced increasing rifts within the abolitionist movement. Would they defend the slave rebels’ violence? Garrison, a committed pacifist, declared that he was “horror-struck” by the insurrection. On the other hand, Higginson described Nat Turner’s rebellion as “a symbol of retribution triumphant.”
Within the South, the years after the uprising saw a greater drive to defend slavery. The slaveowning states saw any criticism of slavery as an intrusion on their “way of life.” Among the most vocal in that regard was John C. Calhoun, U.S. vice president at the time and later the Senator from South Carolina. Whereas previous politicians such as Thomas Jefferson described slavery as a “necessary evil,” Calhoun praised it as a “positive good.” He denounced the language of the Declaration of Independence—that all men were created equal—as “the most false and dangerous of all political errors.” He was an ardent supporter of nullification—the right of states to not enforce federal laws they dispute—and “states’ rights,” which were the watchwords of slavery and continue to be watchwords of racist reaction.
Above all, Nat Turner’s uprising was a precursor of the Civil War. We often make the point that John Brown’s Harpers Ferry raid, which was aimed at sparking a general slave rebellion, was really the first shot of the Civil War. It was. By that same token, Nat Turner’s rebellion was the “First War”—as many former slaves in Southeastern Virginia had put it—that laid the groundwork for the coming war of liberation.
[TO BE CONTINUED]

Workers Vanguard No. 1107
10 March 2017
 
Black History and the Class Struggle
The Nat Turner Rebellion and the Fight Against Slavery
Part Two
We print below, edited for publication, the concluding part of a presentation given by Spartacist League/U.S. Central Committee member Alan Wilde to the New York Spartacus Youth Club on January 28. Part One appeared in WV No. 1106 (24 February).
Nat Turner’s 1831 revolt in Virginia tears apart the myth that there is no history of slave rebellion or resistance in colonial America or the United States. This is a lie often promoted by racist apologists for American slavery. But it is also untrue to think that the U.S. has a history of slave rebellions similar to the massive uprisings that convulsed the Caribbean, most notably the Haitian Revolution.
As historian Eugene Genovese put it in his work From Rebellion to Revolution (1979): “Were the slaves in the United States unwilling or simply unable to rise in large numbers? The question ultimately collapses into absurdity. If a people, over a protracted period, finds the odds against insurrection not merely long but virtually certain, then it will choose not to try.” In fact, “the wonder,” he later writes, “is not that the United States had fewer and smaller slave revolts than some other countries did, but that they had any at all. That they did, in whatever proportions, demonstrated to the world the impossibility of crushing completely the slaves’ rebellious spirit.”
It is useful to contrast American and Caribbean slavery. The slavery of the Caribbean’s sugar plantations was notorious for its brutality. It was also marked by absentee landlords who did not live on their plantations: they hired overseers to lord it over a population that was overwhelmingly black and slave. In fact, prior to the American War of Independence (1775-83), the center of slavery for the British Empire, which dominated the slave trade, was not the American colonies but the Caribbean. Between the 16th and 19th centuries, 10 to 12 million Africans were “traded” as slaves; 95 percent of them ended up in the Caribbean or Latin America, especially Brazil. A relatively small fraction went to North America.
Slavery in the U.S. was horrific, but it also differed from the Caribbean. Slavery in Virginia, the birthplace of the American slave system, was initially largely based on white indentured servants brought over from the British Isles—in fact, it was not until the 1660s that you started to see laws that significantly differentiated between black and white indentured servants. The problem for the rulers with the system of indentured servitude was that as the term of service expired (usually after five years), a layer of dissatisfied, unruly and impoverished white former servants was being created, destabilizing the colony.
A clear example of this was the 1676 rebellion led by Nathaniel Bacon. While Bacon’s Rebellion had a clear anti-Indian component, it also included an alliance of white indentured servants and black slaves (as well as free blacks). There was another similar uprising in Maryland later that year. It was in the wake of such disturbances that the ruling class hardened the racial caste of slavery in an attempt to divide the two races and forestall subsequent united uprisings. At the same time, it should be noted that the number of Europeans coming to America as servants was declining—due to both economic development in Britain and news spreading of the brutality of the indenture system.
By the end of the 17th century, Virginia began importing African slaves—i.e., slaves for life—in greater numbers, so that by the first decade of the 18th century, it went from a society in which slavery existed to one in which slavery was the central mode of production—a slave society. As brutal as slavery was in North America, it had a certain stability that did not exist in the Caribbean—the unspeakable conditions of slavery in Jamaica, for example, meant that the average slave died within seven years of arrival. As Jacob Zorn noted in “Slavery and the Origins of American Capitalism” (see Black History and the Class Struggle No. 22, July 2012), “The slave population in North America became a lot more stable, tended to live a lot longer and have more children” than in the Caribbean. The slave trade provided North America with about half a million people; by the time of the Civil War, that population had grown to four million.
In the Caribbean, slaves lived on great estates of 100 to 200 slaves. In the U.S., half the slaves lived on farms, not plantations, and another quarter lived on plantations of 50 or fewer slaves. Thus, the common, popular perception of a sharp division between house and field slaves was really only true in the big plantations of the Deep South—like Mississippi, South Carolina and Georgia. In Virginia, most plantations were of medium size, where the necessities of fieldwork demanded the labor of all. All able-bodied adults went to the fields. Other tasks in the master’s house and slave quarters were assigned to those either too young or too old for demanding farm work. At the same time, within the slaves’ own social ranking, literate slaves were held in the highest regard. Thus, Nat Turner, who worked the fields, was a highly admired leader among his fellow slaves.
The fact that America was colonized en masse by Europeans meant that, unlike in the Caribbean, the overwhelming majority of slaveowners lived on or near their plantations. Every contingent of slave gang labor must be policed lest it rebel. The American slave population was among the most policed of the New World’s slaves—from slave patrols and local and state militias to the federal Army and Navy. This is really important, because it rendered a slave revolution akin to Haiti very difficult to conceive. As Genovese pointed out, “As they came to view revolt, under the specific conditions of life in the Old South, as suicidal, they centered their efforts on forms of resistance appropriate to their survival as a people even as slaves.”
Another important factor is that the U.S. stopped the importation of slaves through an act of Congress in 1807. In December 1806, as the bill was moving along, President Thomas Jefferson, a slaveowner, spoke before Congress to declare with his usual eloquence and hypocrisy:
“I congratulate you, fellow-citizens, on the approach of the period at which you may interpose your authority constitutionally, to withdraw the citizens of the United States from all further participation in those violations of human rights which have been so long continued on the unoffending inhabitants of Africa, and which the morality, the reputation, and the best interests of our country, have long been eager to proscribe.”
In reality, this bill had little to do with “human rights.” First of all, it was based on the perception—common at that time—that slavery was in decline in the United States, and rulers like Jefferson did not want any more black people in this country. Eli Whitney’s cotton gin was invented in 1793, but was not really produced until the early 1800s. It would take time for its effects to be felt: as late as 1830, cotton production was at 750,000 bales, compared to 2.85 million in 1850. Moreover, the 1807 law in effect gave American slave-traders exclusive access to the lucrative internal slave trade, which produced huge profits for slavers in states like Virginia.
There was also a political calculation to Jefferson’s humanitarian facade. America’s rulers learned something from events like the Haitian Revolution: It was far better for them to have slaves who were born in bondage, who knew nothing else but slavery, than slaves imported from Africa.
In fact, North American slavery saw far greater destruction of the various African cultures the first slaves brought with them than was the case in the Caribbean. It is fashionable today for the black petty bourgeoisie to dress up black American culture in African garb. In many ways, this is a disservice to the unique culture created by black Americans and its profound impact on the U.S. As veteran American Trotskyist Richard S. Fraser put it in “The Negro Struggle and the Proletarian Revolution” (1953), black people, forced to this continent as slaves, “came to know no other homeland than the United States, knew no other language than English, held no foreign allegiance.... They are essentially American.” Fraser continued:
“In this position, the Negroes developed a powerful folk culture. But this culture did not take the road of an independent national development. Because it was virtually the only real American folk culture, the slaves’ music, ‘accent,’ folklore and religion filled a cultural need for the American people as a whole. First the slave culture inundated the original Anglo-Saxon culture of the South, virtually destroying it. From there it went on to fuse with the whole national culture until today those aspects of the national culture which are considered to be ‘typically’ American are largely the result of Negro influence.”
— “In Memoriam—Richard S. Fraser,” Prometheus Research Series No. 3, August 1990
Slavery, New World and Ancient
In his book, The Peculiar Institution: Slavery in the Ante-Bellum South (1956), Kenneth M. Stampp noted, “An essential point about the South’s peculiar institution was this: its slaves were Negroes.” Indeed, it is with modern slavery—and only with modern slavery—that race as a concept really develops. There is no biological basis for race—we are all Homo sapiens. But race as a social fact is real and is embedded into every aspect of this country’s past and present.
As Marxists, we are historical materialists. We recognize that ideas and concepts do not simply emerge from the heads of people, but are rather a reflection of their material reality. Racism is not an inherent idea that developed out of the minds of evil people. Rather, it is an ideological expression of a material reality that equated black skin with slavery. It came to serve as the justification for slavery, equating a class status—slave—with skin color: not all black people were slaves, but all slaves were black people. In turn, slaves were deemed to be not simply unfortunate people who had lost their freedom, but inherently “inferior” beings suited for nothing else.
As a contrast, one can look at ancient slavery, which had nothing to do with skin color. For those interested, the late historian Frank M. Snowden Jr. wrote two books on “race” in the ancient world that are worth reading, Blacks in Antiquity (1970) and Before Color Prejudice (1983). One of the points he underlines in these books is that the view of, say, the ancient Romans toward dark-skinned Africans was conditioned by the fact that most of the black people they encountered were warriors, traders, statesmen, mercenary fighters—not slaves. As such, there was no particular social status attached to skin color.
Though Roman slavery was largely based on agricultural production—while also including mining, quarrying and other industries—it was an all-encompassing social order. In other words, it had a far more variegated caste system than anything you would have found in the New World—from latifundia or plantation slaves to household servants to physicians and educators. For example, it was fashionable for Roman aristocratic families in the late Republic and early Empire to have their children taught by highly educated Greek slaves. I don’t think it’s conceivable that an American slaveowner would have had a slave teach his children Aristotelian logic.
Notwithstanding these caste divisions within the ancient slave population, the bulk of slaves lived brief and miserable lives. In the city of Rome in the first century A.D., the average age of recorded deaths for slaves was only about 17.5 years. Even worse were conditions for those in the mines. In Roman Hispania—roughly modern-day Spain and Portugal—untold numbers of slaves labored under appalling conditions extracting minerals; most of those forced into the mines lived the remainder of their short lives underground, without ever seeing daylight again. The Romans designated the slave, especially in the agricultural field, an instrumentum vocale—i.e., a speaking tool. Most slaves were acquired through conquest. Ancient sources estimate that Julius Caesar during the period of the Gallic Wars (58-50 B.C.) enslaved over one million people—i.e., these wars brought in more slaves than lived in the whole of the United States in the late 18th century. By the end of the first century B.C., it was estimated that up to 40 percent of the people in the Italian peninsula were slaves.
There is an inherent contradiction in a system in which all useful work—from manual to administrative—was done by slaves and that required a constant influx of slaves through war. It could not be sustained. In time, many of the descendants of slaves in the higher castes came to play increasingly prominent roles in the workings of the Empire—in the army and government administration, including at the highest levels—while the supply of slaves for agricultural and other kinds of large-scale production continued to decline.
There are other key differences between ancient slavery and New World slavery. The latter, while a distinct social system, existed within the framework of world capitalism. The former was really the only social system that could sustain production on the scale of the ancient Roman Empire. Thus, Rome never had to justify slavery as the New World did through the concept of race; slavery simply was the dominant form of production. When slave rebellions broke out, like the First Servile War (135-132 B.C.) and the Second Servile War (104-100 B.C.), the slaves who managed to set up their own colonies in Sicily essentially replicated the Roman system—they became the new slaveowners or traders.
I want to make a brief digression here. In the first issue of Spartacist (February-March 1964), we explained that we call ourselves Spartacists “after the name, Spartakusbund, taken by the German revolutionary left wing led by Rosa Luxemburg and Karl Liebknecht during the First World War.” Luxemburg and Liebknecht adopted that name from the leader of the Third Servile War (73-71 B.C.), Spartacus. Spartacus, most likely from Thrace (in what is now the Balkan region of East Europe), was enslaved as a gladiator. He led a heroic rebellion that recruited some 120,000 slaves from the countryside of the Italian peninsula and defeated multiple Roman armies before his forces were ultimately crushed. The slaveowning aristocracy in the U.S. saw itself as the inheritors of Roman slavery. This was not just a literary allusion. I mentioned earlier (see Part One) that the heads of suspected participants in Nat Turner’s rebellion were put on pikes at crossroads in Virginia. This harks back to the suppression of the Spartacus uprising, after which some 6,000 slaves were crucified along the Appian Way—the main road to Rome—to terrorize any potential slave rebels.
But for the Romans, none of this had anything to do with skin color: even when they referred to others as “barbarians,” it was not based on skin color. It had to do with class status. In fact, the absence of any kind of color bar in ancient slavery meant that as the system collapsed with the demise of the Western Empire in the fifth century A.D., the former slaves were able to become serfs as decentralized feudal economies emerged. A comrade recently made the point that that option was not available to the former black slaves given the entrenched centrality of the color bar in America. One can view the period of Reconstruction following the Civil War as such an attempt, but it could not overcome anti-black racism. Behind this failure lay the fundamental fact that once slavery was overthrown through the war, the Northern capitalist rulers and the former slaves no longer shared any common interests.
The Fight for Black Liberation Today
I have repeatedly asserted that slavery in North America was fundamental to the development of American capitalism. In fact, New World slavery was fundamental to the development of the world capitalist system. Slavery and capitalism were two different social systems. But they were deeply interrelated.
The slave order had a dialectical relationship with capitalism, helping to unleash its growth while also restraining that growth and being restrained by it. The key role played by slavery and all-around bloody plunder in the primitive accumulation of capital was powerfully captured by Karl Marx in Capital: “The discovery of gold and silver in America, the extirpation, enslavement and entombment in mines of the indigenous population of that continent, the beginnings of the conquest and plunder of India, and the conversion of Africa into a preserve for the commercial hunting of blackskins, are all things which characterise the dawn of the era of capitalist production.” Concluding that capital comes into this world “dripping from head to toe, from every pore, with blood and dirt,” Marx asserted: “The veiled slavery of the wage-labourers in Europe needed the unqualified slavery of the New World as its pedestal.”
“King Cotton”—the key crop of the Southern plantation system, which provided some 75 percent of the cotton for the British textile industry—supplied the principal exports for the early American bourgeois state, providing the financial resources for the growth of mercantile and industrial capitalism in the North. At the same time, it must be emphasized that the Southern plantation system acted as a brake on the growth of industrial capitalism. A number of historians and academics have challenged some of these assertions; they point to the “profitability” of slave production. Some of them do so to highlight the brutal exploitation suffered by slaves, which is beyond question, and to point out that slavery was key to the forging of American capitalism, which is also undeniable.
But the issue is not simply one of “profitability”; it is of interrelated but, in the end, competing social systems. At a fundamental level, slavery acts as a brake on development. It degrades all labor by equating it with the status of bondage. Historian Perry Anderson captured this when speaking of the ancient slave system in his work Passages from Antiquity to Feudalism (1974). While noting that “no mode of production is ever devoid of material progress in its ascendant phase,” he nonetheless asserted, “Slave relations of production determined certain insurmountable limits to ancient forces of production, in the classical epoch. Above all, they ultimately tended to paralyze productivity in both agriculture and industry.” He later underlined that “no major cluster of inventions ever occurred to propel the Ancient economy forward to qualitatively new forces of production.”
Anderson’s observation about ancient slavery was also true about slavery in the American South. For example, take the invention of the cotton gin, which strengthened the economic foundation of American slavery. It was not invented by a Southern plantation owner, but by Eli Whitney, born in Massachusetts.
The American War of Independence, far from resolving the issue of slavery, enshrined in the very root of the new republic the contradiction of two social systems. Each social order, capitalist and slaveowning, sought expansion. For the South, expansion was a question of life and death, not least because slave-based plantation agriculture often overworked the soil, requiring the acquisition of new land to maintain crop production. Hence, the long history of “compromises” and the 1846-48 Mexican-American War, which was basically a land grab by the slaveowners.
The contradiction came to a head with the Civil War of 1861-65. As Marx underlined, the war was “nothing but a struggle between two social systems, the system of slavery and the system of free labour,” adding that it “can only be ended by the victory of one system or the other.” The Northern victory in the Civil War effected one of the greatest acts of expropriation in history—the freeing, without compensation, of four million people branded as property—an act necessary for the further development of American capitalism.
Shortly after the Civil War came the period of Radical Reconstruction, the most radical period of interracial democracy in U.S. history. But the Northern bourgeoisie was not interested in a thoroughgoing social revolution in the South. By 1877, the last elements of Reconstruction were dismantled by the capitalist ruling class, consolidating the black population as an oppressed race-color caste. With that, the potential for black equality in capitalist America was gone. It was this period of the Civil War—the Second American Revolution—and Reconstruction that shapes the fundamental contours of modern capitalist America.
So, what lessons to draw today from Nat Turner’s heroic rebellion? The fight for black liberation cannot be separated from the struggles of all the exploited and oppressed in America. Fighters against slavery like Gabriel Prosser, Denmark Vesey, Nat Turner and John Brown lit the embers that eventually became the fire of abolition. But they did not succeed until the intervention of a social class, the capitalist class, which mobilized the war that smashed slavery. Key to that victory was the 200,000 black soldiers and sailors who helped ensure Northern victory, and also the multitudes of black slaves who, with the coming of the Union armies, fled the plantations and thus destroyed the very foundations of the South’s slave economy.
Today, the fight for the full integration of black people into the country they built and the society they defined cannot be achieved within the framework of a social system based upon their oppression. Black liberation demands the intervention of a social class, the multiracial proletariat. It demands a socialist revolution to smash capitalist rule. Key to that victory will be black people. While it also contains prisoners, declassed proletarians, petty-bourgeois elements and a thin layer within the bourgeoisie, the black population’s central juncture of integration is at the point of production as part of the multiracial working class. Black workers are slated to play an exceptional leadership role in an American social revolution.
Black oppression is the bedrock of U.S. capitalism and to touch it in any serious way is to touch the question of revolution. As a caste, black people face oppression regardless of their social class. At the same time, black oppression is deeply and fundamentally intertwined with class in this country. For the bourgeoisie, racist poison is an invaluable tool to keep the working class—white, black, immigrant—divided and its potential revolutionary power checked. For the American proletariat to free itself from wage slavery, it must answer the unresolved question of racial oppression by fighting for black liberation through socialist revolution. Our aim is to build the revolutionary multiracial workers party that will fight to complete the goals of freedom and equality of the “First War” launched by Nat Turner.

ON BEING "RED" EMMA GOLDMAN

BOOK REVIEW

LIVING MY LIFE, EMMA GOLDMAN, PENQUIN CLASSICS, NEW YORK, 2000

MARCH IS WOMEN’S HISTORY MONTH




Sometimes in reviewing a political biography or autobiography of some capitalist hanger-on such as George Bush, Tony Blair or Jacques Chirac it is simply a matter of dismissing a known and deadly political opponent and so heaping scorn up that person is part of the territory of being a leftist militant. For others who allegedly stand in the socialist tradition, like the old theoretical leader of the pre-World War I German social democracy Karl Kautsky, who provide reformist rather than revolutionary solutions to the pressing issues of the day that also tends to be true.

However, with an enigmatic figure like the anarcho-communist and modern day feminist heroine "Red" Emma Goldman it is harder to do the political savaging job that is necessary. Why? Ms. Goldman came out of that tradition of pre-World War I life-style anarchism (made fashionable in the Greenwich Village of the time) where her politics, to the extent that political carping is politics, placed her somewhere on this side of the angels. However, the total effect of her career as an anarchist propagandist, sometime agitator and proponent of women’s rights shows very little as a present day contribution to radical history. The Industrial Workers of the World (IWW) experiences (recently reviewed here), by comparison are filled with lessons for today’s militants.

Obviously someone associated with the fiery German immigrant anarchist Johann Most is by any measure going to have trouble with some government at some point in their lives. Most was Goldman's lover and first teacher of the principles of ' propaganda by the deed' anarchism. For those readers not familiar with that tendency the core of the politics is that exemplary actions, not excluding martyrdom, by individual heroic revolutionaries are supposed to act as the catalyst to move the masses. In short, these are the politics of ‘shoot first and ask questions later’. As a tactic within a revolutionary period it may prove necessary and make some sense but as a strategy to put masses in motion, no. Empathically, no.

Emma's own life provides the case study for the negative aspects of this theory. At the time of the famous bloody Homestead Steel strike in the 1890's here in America Ms. Goldman's lifelong companion and fellow anarchist of the deed, Alexander Berkman, decided that the assassination of one Henry Frick, bloody symbol of capitalist greed in the strike, would serve in order to intensify the struggle of capital against labor. Needless to say, although Mr. Berkman was successful, in part, in his attempt both Mr. Frick and the Homestead plant were back in business forthwith. For his pains Berkman received a long jail sentence.

The most troubling aspect of Ms. Goldman's career for this writer is her relationship to the Bolshevik Revolution. Let us be clear, as readers of this space know, I have not tried to hide the problems generated by that revolution from which, given the course of history in the 20th century, the Soviet Union was never able to recover. However, from Ms. Goldman's descriptions of the problems seen in her short, very short stay in the Soviet Union just after the revolutionary takeover one would have to assume that, like most aspects of her life, this was just one more issue to walk away from because she personally did not like it. She, moreover, became a life-long opponent of that revolution.

In contrast, some pre-World War I anarchists, particularly from the International Workers of the World (IWW, Wobblies) were able to see the historic importance of the creation of the Soviet state and were drawn to the Communist International. Others, like Emma, used that flawed experiment as a reason to, in essence, reconcile themselves to the bourgeois order. Nowhere is that position, and that tension, more blatantly spelled out that in Spain in 1936.

Spain, 1936 was the political dividing point for all kinds of political tendencies, right and left. While we will allow the rightists to stew in their own juices the various positions on the left in the cauldron of revolution graphically illustrate the roadblocks to revolution that allowed fascism, Spanish style, to gain an undeserved military victory and ruin the political perspectives of at least two generations of Spanish militants. The classic anarchist position, adhered to by Ms. Goldman, is to deny the centrality of conquering and transformation of the capitalist state power (and the old ruling governmental, social, cultural and economic apparatuses). To the anarchist this necessity is somehow to be morphed away by who knows what.

Yes, that is the theory but on the hard ground of Spain that was not the reality as the main anarchist federation FAI/CNT gave political support to the bourgeois republican government and accepted seats in that government. These same elements went on to play a part in disarming the 1937 Barcelona uprising that could have sparked a new revolutionary outburst by the disheartened workers and peasants. So much for anarchist practice in the clutch. Ms. Goldman spent no little ink defending the actions of her comrades in Spain. Wrong on Russia and Spain, on the side of the angels on women's issues and the need to fight capitalism. In short, all over the political map on strategic issues. Still, although Emma was, and her defenders today are, political opponents this writer does not relish that fact. Damn it.

*Detective Novelist Raymond Chandler’s Philip Marlowe Meets Leon Trotsky- “On The Quest For The New Socialist Persona”-An Encore

Book Review

The High Window, Raymond Chandler, Random House, New York, 1992


The last time that I mentioned the work of ace detective writer Raymond Chandler was as a foil in what turned out to be a polemic over vices and virtues of Chandler’s main detective character, Phillip Marlowe. That concerned a response to a comment I had made in reviewing Chandler’s last Marlowe novel, Playback. Although I thought that Chandler (and Marlowe) had finally run out of steam in the long running series by the time of that book's publication I noted that overall there were some attributes that I found admirable in that hard-boiled detective. A reader, a self-described socialist-feminist admirer of Leon Trotsky, took exception to my characterizations. Since the story line as it unfolds in the book under review, 1942’s The High Window also highlight those attributes(except he does not take any knocks on the head for the good of the cause) I have decided to repost sections of that commentary. I have a link to a Wikipedia entry for The High Window above for those who want the story-line :

“In a recent posting I reviewed detective novelist supreme Raymond Chandler’s late work (1958), “Playback”, the last in his series of Philip Marlowe stories. (See archives, September 20, 2009.) In that review I mentioned (as I have in several previous reviews of other books in Chandler’s Marlowe series) a number of positive attributes about Marlowe that I found appealing. For starters: his sense of personal honor in a modern world (the 1930’s, 40’s and 50’s) that laughed at such old-fashioned notions; his gritty intrepidness in search of ‘rough’ justice in a messy world; his amazing, almost superhuman, ability to take a punch or seven for the good of the cause; and, his at least minimally class conscious and sometimes barely hidden contempt for the traditional social hierarchy and its police authority. In response, I received an e-mail from a reader, an ardent socialist-feminist and fellow admirer of Leon Trotsky, who took me to task for my characterizations and argued that I had it all wrong both as to Marlowe’s virtues and to his so-called (her description) anti-authoritarian posture.

In passing, the reader deeply discounted those attributes where I put a plus, deplored even the idea of the possibility that a future socialist society would have room for such attributes as mentioned above and that Marlowe’s attitude toward women was ‘primitive’ (her description). While one would be hard pressed, very hard-pressed, to include Marlowe, with his very quaint but macho attitude toward women reflecting the mores of an earlier age, as a champion of women’s emancipation and he became over time a little shopworn in his sense of honor, common sense, ability to take a punch and lay off the booze the reader missed the point of my critique. Or rather she is much too dogmatic in her sense of “political correctness” as it applies to the literary front. Thus this little commentary is intended not so much to clear the air as to posit several ideas for future discussion.

I hate to invoke the name of Leon Trotsky, the intrepid Russian revolutionary, hard-working Soviet official, well-regarded political pamphleteer, and astute literary critic into this discussion but in that last role I think he had some useful things to say. Without a doubt Trotsky could have made his mark solely on the basis of his literary criticism, witness his Marxist masterpieces “Literature and Revolution” and “Literature and Art”. What makes Trotsky’s literary analysis so compelling is not whether he is right or wrong about the merits of any particular writer. In fact, many times, as in the case of the French writer Celine and some of the Russian poets, he was, I think, wrong. But rather, that he approached literary criticism from a materialist basis rooted in what history, and that essentially meant capitalist history, has given us when he analyzed characters, the plausibility of various plots and the lessons to be drawn about “human nature” put forth by any given writer.

This is no mere genuflection on my part to a revolutionary leader whose work I hold in high regard but a recognition that capitalism has given us some much distorted concepts of what human nature is, or can be, all about. That is the core of the genius of Trotsky’s sharp pen and wit. That is why he is still very readable, for the most part, today. Unless it is question of political import, like the struggle inside Russia in the early 1920’s over the preferential establishment of a school of “proletarian culture” supported by the Soviet state that was bandies about by likes of fellow Bolsheviks Bukarin and Zinoviev, Trotsky did not spend much time diagramming any but the most general outline of the contours of what the future socialist society, its habits, manners and morals would look like. He did, and this is central in this discussion, spend a great deal of time on what capitalism had and would bequeath a socialist state. Including both its vices and virtues.

Not to belabor a point this is the link between Leon Trotsky and one fictional Philip Marlowe. Trotsky accepted that personal honor had a place as a societal goal and as a matter of social hygiene. The parameters of that sense of honor naturally would be different under a social regime that was based on use value rather than the struggle for profit margins. Certainly Trotsky’s biography, particularly that last period in the 1930’s when he appeared to be "tilting at windmills", demonstrates that he had a high moral code that drove him. Certainly the word intrepid is not out of place here, as well. Other words that can describe his personality-hardworking, hard-driving, a little bit gruff, but in search of some kind of justice. Those, my friend are the links that are the basic premise of a socialist society as it evolves out of capitalist society. As well as individual initiative, a sense of fairness, and well-placed scorn for established authority and the time-worn clichés about the limits of human nature.

Do I draw the links here too closely? Perhaps. Although Marlowe has his own version of "tilling at windmills" in search of some kind of rough justice and vindication for all those knocks on the head one cannot deny that he does not challenge bourgeois society except in the most oblique way. He will not rail against General Sternwood’s oil derricks. He will not lead a crusade against the old order in his search for the elusive Velma. He is, if anything, very Victorian in his attitude toward women, good or bad. (Chandler’s Marlowe and Trotsky are both men of another era in their personal attitudes toward women, although Trotsky was light-years ahead on the political front). Nor is Marlowe the prototype for the “new socialist man”. But he remains a very appealing fictional character nevertheless. Who is your favorite fictional character, detective or otherwise? Let the discussion continue. ’’

Internet Love-The Trials And Tribulations Of A Romantic Fool

Internet Love-The Trials And Tribulations Of A Romantic Fool




By Bradley Fox

Judd Jasper had always been, and will always be by his own admission, a fool for love. Do things in the name of love, or better sex that he would not dream of doing in his otherwise rational mind and world. I should know since I have seen him in action since he was kid, since we first met in seventh grade at Riverdale Junior High (now called a middle school and has been for while so that you know that Judd and I are no spring chickens which may be part of Judd’s current malaise which we will get to in a moment). In the old days it was just a matter of saying or doing the wrong thing to the wrong girl face to face and getting the deep freeze and then moving on. In high school it was more about him being crazy over some girl and not consulting me about whether she was “spoken for” or not and getting egg in his face when he got the bad news. See I was the go-to guy for all that kind of grapevine information because from that seventh grade on both boys and girls would confide in me, trust me to let them know what was what.

Of course best friend Judd couldn’t be bothered taking his best friend’s consult the one time he was “hot” for this fox, and she was a fox, Diana Nelson, and decided one cold night around midnight to call her up for a date. And got slammed with the hard fact that she was going steady with a college guy, which is why in his feeble mind he thought she was “free” like a fox couldn’t get some attraction from college guys. Of course I too had a crush on her but got over it when she told me about the college Joe whom she had been going steady with for about a year when Judd made his big bad move. Of course later when he went off to college at State U and I went to work in my father’s insurance company he made every known mistake one can make in the love game but that is to be expected because but then the young women have had enough experience to keep any guy going crazy for any reason. So no apologies necessary there. What apologies do need to be forthcoming concern those two throw-away marriages to Lana and Melinda before he got smart and married Laura on the third go-round. I was there for all of that although I might as well have been an invisible man for all the good it did me to tell him anything.    

I should have known some was up, some woman problem when Judd called me one night and vaguely hinted that he was in some woman trouble, not with Laura, at least not yet but this weird situation where he was being outsmarted by some young woman he met on the Internet. Like I said Judd keeps his own consult except he comes running to me for salvation when some skirt is around, some scent of jasmine as we used to call it when we were in high school. This is the first time though as far as I know that love on the Internet entered the picture. He said he needed to talk to me face to face so we agreed to meet at Blinky’s, a bar we frequented more of late for lots of reasons which was across the street from his law office in downtown Lowell, Massachusetts the next day after he closed the office for the day about six in the evening. Here is the way he told me the story, told it after we had our obligatory couple of scotches to unwind. I let him tell it because I don’t think I could do justice and I will just throw in a smirky or sarcastic comment as we go along: 

“You know I have been kind of a sex maniac all my life, although nothing kinky or crazy and nothing that other guys are not into but I have always been just a little off if I don’t have some sex, or some prospect of sex. Remember we used ot talk about what the hell to do about our desires on weekend nights when we used to hang around Harry’s Variety dateless-girl-less and dough-less equals zero. What you probably don’t know, no, I know you don’t know is that over about the last five years, when I turned about fifty-five I think I have been periodically going on these Internet sex sites that advertise that you will get laid, get a date, get your clock cleaned or whatever come on they used to get you join up. The reason and this is why I know you don’t know this is that around that time and now too Laura has left me in the deep freeze, doesn’t want to “do the do” as we used to called it back at Harry’s after we heard the old bluesman Howlin’ Wolf on the radio singing about getting laid using that expression. So that was that. But as a result I found myself still feeling randy and since I didn’t want to,  don’t want to give up for lots of good reasons besides loving her I started checking out the Internet. Here’s the funny part you expect this all to be hush-hush on the down low but all you have do is Google the word “sex” to get more sex sites that you could shake a stick at. With more explicit sex as come-ons than you could shake a stick, although that part is not bad when you think about how we had to sneak Playboy and other girlie magazines we would purchase out of town and titter over them in the dark night of our roosm.

So I took the plunge that was how I met Sarah, a young very young although legal woman who had just graduated from high school and in order to fit in at Emerson, the big acting and performance school in Boston, was looking for a sugar daddy to replace he long gone real daddy who ran off with some mistress or something I don’t remember all the details and the first order of business was to pay for her to have some lip enhancement operation, you know cosmetic   surgery. In return she would give her “sweet daddy” anything he wanted (except anything too kinky, that part never got resolved since I wasn’t that much to doing B&D or S&M with her although she in theory was willing to try it out if I insisted). [Jesus Judd talk about “robbing the cradle” whatever happened to that thing you talked about one night about twenty-somethings being your meat of push came to shove.]     

Now this sex site thing despite that fling with Sarah, naturally that is all it could be, is a lot harder and frankly treacherous than you might expect. A lot of it has to do with come-on, false come on to get lonely guys like me, or the socially awkward, hell, guys wo have trouble even talking to women signing up on the dotted line complete with credit card in hand before you can even take step one. That is the reality despite all the bells and whistles but it took a while, and ditching a few useless sites to figure that out. A lot of the profiles are fake, house players if you were using a gambling metaphor, a lot are of women who submit their details from when they were twenty years younger and twenty pounds lighter. I’ll admit that I fudged on the age thing saying I was fifty when I was fifty-five so I don’t have much of a bitch about there and frankly so of these women are looking for some fourteen old up in there room masturbating over the latest heartthrob and won’t give you a tumble. So I had plenty of flame-outs before Sarah came on the scene out of the blue.             

In her profile Sarah made no bones about what she was looking for and made it clear as well as long as the guy was still breathing he and had the dough he would have a shot at her. Naturally the photograph of her probably taken on class day was of a dewy good-looking if not beautiful young woman. Moreover I sensed that she meant what she said about what she would offer up in exchange. So almost as a goof I contacted her, she responded, and then sent each other a blizzard of e-mails finally leading up to our arranging a meeting in a public place, a restaurant, my suggestion to show I was on the up and up. She showed up and of course she looked even younger than I suspected from her photograph. [You could have walked away Judd after all it was totally possible that she could have been your granddaughter if I am estimating that possibility right based on what you have told me.] You know me though as a professional yakking and listener I was able to cull some “common” interests that we shared (love of music, books, movies) into enough for us to consider a second date. I had qualms but I keep pushing because then I became a captive of the idea that I could get a second youth if we bounced around the bed a bit. In other words I was the classic “dirty old man” that every self-respecting mother warned their daughters against. But she was playing her come hither look once I told her that there would be no problem with getting her that lip operation although I told her several times her lips looked fine to me. That did it for her so when I suggested the next time we meet we go to a hotel she didn’t balk, only asked if she should wear sexy lingerie and should she bring the condoms or should I take care of that.      

That first night was great because she was so eager (eager not for me but those new lips I know in retrospect but that didn’t matter when my heat was up) to please and I was the one who was a little shy since I only had us do oral sex which we both liked although she said she liked to have a man inside her after that. Moreover she gave one of the best blow-jobs I have every received and that include was from my first wife Joyce who had made that an art form since she was not because of some off-handed medical problems into conventional sex. So Sarah and I had our few months of a couple of time a week going to a hotel mostly and getting it on. Got it on best when we got high on grass, or had a couple of glasses of wine. Eventually though after the lip operation I started, get this I started to have second thoughts about this especially as I was tired of lying to Laura about my whereabouts on those seemingly endless client meetings. So we parted, and maybe she was just as glad although I can still smell her jasmine and feel that tongue lashing she gave my cock every time she went down on me. [Stop, brother, stop I didn’t take my heart medication today.] 

So I was okay for a while but then early this year I got the randy feeling again after a few years of Laura’s no-sex laws and so I started thinking about checking out the sex sites again this time not looking for a teeny-bopper but a twenty-something to I make me feel young which is the way I placed the idea on my profile page. I actually went back to the site where I “met” Sarah thinking that I might hit pay-dirt again. Silly me. Of course unlike Amazon or those kind of sites this sex site stuff moves all around cyberspace so I had to check out others and came up with a well-known one that had caused a stir because some jokers had hacked it or something. I went out as a “free” member of course, they all do that but that gets you exactly nowhere as I found out the last time. But unlike the last time seasoned veteran that I am I fooled around with the site to see if it was worth playing dough for. It was so-so, nothing really came up except the twelve million come-on messages by the house players or the rogues (people, women for me, who try to lure guys to their competing sex sites or for what amounts to on-line prostitution, which if you think about it is a half-good thing since those women are much safer than being on the streets or in some whorehouse), a couple of nibbles but nothing really decent.

One day though I saw a profile (no photo like a lot of them which I have learned to usually passed by as no-go stuff because the few times I did make contact thee was a serious reason why there who no photo) which intrigued me because it directed me to a person off-site g-mail address. I figured what the hell give a go, although usually this g-mail stuff turns out to be bogus. I sent an e-mail and got a reply along with a couple of photos of an extremely attractive young woman with long black hair, very pretty face, great red lips and a nice bosom who asked me what I was looking for and I told her that I was looking for a younger woman, blah, blah, bhah. She didn’t flinch and then told me that she was a cam-modeler working out of Nashua, New Hampshire and was looking for an older guy and so on. Not as a sugar daddy as she explained once when I mentioned that idea but to take care of her needs which strangely enough despite being a sex worker of sorts by profession had not been met over the past few years while she was doing this work. Naturally we got around to ages and those type facts. I will be honest because you know me I told her I was fifty-five not sixty just to make the age difference a little less since she was twenty-five. [Christ, Judd you are worse than some women, women of our generation with that dipping the age stuff what different would it make to her or any women if she was looking for somebody older worry about five.]

So we ran a blizzard of e-mails I told her I was a lawyer and all that and she seemed okay with moving along. To push my side I told her if she wanted I could get her modelling jobs for lingerie or gym wear, you know through Kenny who is always looking for a fresh look, or remember that client I had who did the soft- core porn that I got off that bum rap if she wanted to be a porn queen I could help maybe. She was kind of non-plussed by that. I was surprised until I asked what a cam-model did and she told me about playing with sex toys for the cameras (and guys out in cyberspace). I got my temperature up after that. No question.

Then things started getting a little off-kilter which is why I am talking to you right now. [Yeah, the king of keep his own counsel wags his tail at the women and gets it bitten off and then I have to come and figure out what the heck to do short of placing you in some rest home.] She mentioned that she was in some kind of contest among the women in cam-world to be the feature of the month or something and could I, pretty please, pretty, pretty please go to her private page on this other website and vote for her. No problem. [Smirk.]

What the long and short of it was which I should have known was that she had come from a competing site to lure guys away and go to that site. Like I say this stuff goes on all the time and I was no stranger to it but I was looking for something so I played along for a while. What was happening though was that a bogus scam operation, a crude one that wouldn’t have fooled any but the most gullible when they “requested” a credit card to get on their free site. The idea of the credit card was to check for sexual predators-Jesus think about that, trying to get guys on the site with that come-on. The kicker though was that the name of the site was written one way in the title and another in the body of the printing. Jesus, again. But she was adamant that I attempt to join until I told her straight out that she was being used for a scam (playing along with the idea that she didn’t know what was happening). That I thought was the end of the matter and I moved on.

A few days later though she sent an e-mail wondering what had happened to me, why I hadn’t sent her an e-mail. So we started again and besides being still interested in her I figured I would give her the benefit of the doubt on that scam thing. [Gives a look like Judd shouldn’t have given that benefit of the doubt without even knowing what was coming next.] It didn’t hurt that she sent a few revealing photos showing a very fit body with nice tits and ass. [Done, done for…] So we moved on over the next couple of days kind of making arrangement to meet in Nashua over that next weekend.

Then she started e-mailing about how her mother in the Philippines was in the hospital in critical condition and needed dough for drugs or an operation. It kind of changed a little with each e-mail. [Oh brother I can see what’s coming.] Only 500 bucks. Well I knew this was a semi-hustle when you think about it after that bogus sex site scam thing but I went along for a bit, a good bit pointing out in particular that we had never met, I didn’t know her as anything but an e-mail address and after all since I had no relationship with her why I was I going to put myself over this. We went back and forth. I smelled something funny but would go back and forth on whether to play, or stay. And then she did two things-sent some really revealing photos and told me she would suck my cock until it hurt, go deep throat if I wanted, over the next weekend at a hotel that we would go to when we made arrangements. [Bingo!] So naturally I sent the dough via Western Union to some guy, her cousin, in Manila, yeah, five hundred bucks which was going for the meds.

You know you would be surprised how easy it is to send money via Western Union. I don’t recall if I ever used that service for sending messages to anybody, seemed kind of old-fashioned like snail-mail or land-lines are now, but I know that I never sent or received money that way except maybe one time when Lana and I were done in Mexico and kind of broke she sent up to New York for dough from her parents and that might have been through Western Union. But in those days you had to go to some brick and mortar place to do your business. Now with credit card in hand and the Internet you can do it very quickly for a reasonable service charge-except apparently it is not so easy to send the dough to foreign countries the way the credit card security systems work, and usually rightfully so, for such transactions-at least for mine. Remember I was down in Washington doing this thing after a furious exchange of sexy e-mails highlighted by that deep throat vision early in the morning (me being an early morning person and she being a night owl we mixed around three or four in the morning) I went on-line to see where the nearest Western Union office would be in D.C. and like a lot of things that I don’t automatically think would be on-line still being half in the dark ages about modern communications technology like you very well know with that texting business I noticed that you could sent money via the Internet after filling out the inevitable on-lone security-password-secret question chicken gumbo e-page work. That nada-I tried using a couple of credit cards and a bank check and still nada. As it was explained to me a lot of this scam stuff works through foreign countries so they filter that kind of transaction more carefully. So next morning or really later that morning I trundled to a Western Union agency at a liquor store and did my business after filling out the snail version of the previous online paperwork. Done and I e-mailed her that information.

That issue settled I, we, started making plans for getting together that weekend once I got back from Washington. As it turned out they must work these girls something fierce, although I didn’t say anything at the time figuring I would get the dope on the business when we met (naturally it was turn-on even thinking about the idea that I would be asking a sex worker, because that is really what it is, about the conditions of work, and maybe some hot stories). Her day off was Sunday but she could arrange to meet starting Saturday afternoon and we would go to a hotel for the nighty. I made several suggestions but she said I should decide and I presented the idea of going to York and the beach, etc. like I have done with about twelve thousand women, although not all of them at York (all of them at the ocean though). So ready, set, go. No go. A few hours after sending the dough to Manila I get an e-mail from her that her mother had passed away. Done.  I figured that was the big-kiss-off the final hook to this scam and I should learn to keep my cock in my pocket with this stuff and not in some fantasy deep throat kid’s stuff. Chalk it up to live and learn. La, la, la smart guy had been taken. And when I didn’t hear from her for several hours when I made a bogus “sorry for your sorrows” message figuring I would get no answer I figured that was that. [You’re preaching to the choir, brother, your own choir, but you knew that, knew that.] 

But it turned out that that was not that because after that several hours she sent me an e-mail with a photograph on a plane heading for Manila saying she was going to be giving her mother a final sent-off and essentially act as the dutiful if errant and fallen daughter. (The dough which must have been a fair amount for a quick notice flight was lend, assume by her agency, meaning the greed-heads who were exploiting her labor probably expecting their own deep throat pay-offs too boot.) Moreover she sent me an e-mail once she arrived in Manila. So for the next day or so we did our sorrowful times black-bordered e-mail stuff until she started talking about how the hospital would not release the body of her mother, that they would keep it in the morgue pending payment of 800 dollars in medical bills. So naturally I am ready, more than ready to have the other shoe drop. You know where this is heading-a classic scam, like oh yeah just five hundred dollars to be paid back with the next paycheck (the original arrangement) to help me through this hard time, then the next step a little more, not much but a little, say 800 dollars, then what, well, if she didn’t have the dough for medical expenses then how was she to pay for the funeral and then probably something for her way home (although she told me that she had a round-trip ticket from the agency), figure 1200, 1500 hundred and then who knows what else. Maybe pay for getting her cellphone out of hock in Nashua since she said that she had done that to help pay some mother medical expense. (Who knew, not me, that Iphones/Smartphones had some black/grey market value these days a question that I asked her when she told me that she took that plane photograph with a camera phone that one of her co-workers lent her and which she told me she sold in Manila to pay for some overdue rent.) [Jesus, Judd when did you totally lose it in the old days you would have walked away even from some jasmine-scented dame her all you have is cyber-space vapor.]

So we go round and round on that until one e-mail out of the blue she asks me, although I actually missed it the first time to “pretty-please help her out-again and then sent a quick second e-mail telling me to Western Union her in her name. [Is Western Union capable of being a verb?] So we went round and round so more and I told her I she should check with the charity hospital to see if she could get a waiver for being indigent, check with the American Embassy for help, and about seven other suggestions which she blew off. No, “her man,” her new sucker was the only way to go. I started to tell her about my own not so made up tale of woes about my current financial difficulties trying to get out from under this scam but still with half mind that she might be on the level, a little, because there were holes in her story which I tried to exploit but as usual with these things they have a come-back that is half plausible. So the long and short of it was that I sent her the 800 bucks using my personal account-you know the one I share with Laura. That was the last I heard from her. Figures right. My problem is what do I tell Laura about the double-hole of 500 and 800 unexplained dollars. Needless to say I won’t go into that deep throat stuff.

[Off-hand Judd I would say shoot yourself and put yourself out of your misery. A guy like you has had a long life and nothing will change that shirt-chasing except at seventy-five you will be passing yourself off as sixty-five and the girls will still be twenty-something and you can be a reverse Dorian Gray. Enough said.]