Slave narratives on guerrilla warfare

[Pragmatic]

This paper will describe in detail the crushing institution of guerilla warfare, that was instrumental in the immediate release and restitution of African people. A institution that necessitated brute force in order to maintain itself. Given that on the one hand, death could come through liberation which brought with it the point of sheer exhaustion. But it also brought the brutality of Africans, committed to eradicating wretched whites of there miserable lives and existence for the imaginery and lame system they used as a mode of survival at the expense of black lives. This paper will explain the circumstances around the cold blooded and calculated choices that dictated the dynamics that would shape our mode of destruction and warfare against the white mans last hope at survival in the land we would soon call “our home away from home”.

Denmark, age 42, status, freeman

I cant erase his face from em' front of my own face. His face bout' popped like red bloated cherry, as i's squeeze it look to explode. With a smirk he hold on. I's even more happy, and joyous he delight, as I breathes I free, my hands squeeze on, yes lor'.

He squeezed my hands very tight and very light. But his smirking holding on to his little ol' breathes, like I cant squeeze the last breathes out of him. He want me to listen to his mind now likes I did before. He used his mind on my feelin'; use words I can't understand no mo'. He sayin "please".. but alls I hear is my own light and right and I giggles real nice and real deep, and breathes just fine and right inside ready in my chest and lungs. His wife, the mean ol bit' ch, the man-keepers hoe, mistress Cynthia, ordering me to release her demon, her monster, with the last bit of authority she feel she gots ov'a me, she gon' and gettin' her self ready.

Mens, naked, marchin' through the plantation, for we for saw this conquering as the Great Emancipation for our peoples; our final redemptions. Are plan, our warfare, was our nakeness for this was the awful terror of the white man. For this was the fear they detest and horror about us and they women, we would use this tactic to immobolize them at once.

With all my might I hit his white, hell ish beast. As her anger subsided she released her submission to my power in destroying her completely, sexually and physically, for I could not let her live another day as her life depended on my freedom from her presence. I raised up upon her, and threw her frail legs back against me, and mounted her weak, ugly, sulken white frame.

It pleasured me that I was to destroy this white mans whore on top of her weak-minded, mangled man-keeper and seed her like a old used assistant for the devil. I can recall, for it wasnt long before this, that she allowed Haddy, a young slave wench, to be mounted and seeded for reproduction by the ranch buck, Timotheus, who was much to endowed to handle such a young babe as she would have.

In her deranged and confused extacy, I came in her five times before she finally let go of dem moans, and groanin'. I waited for this sweet surrender as she looked on at me with a teary look of sheer anguish and submission. For she knew her faith was to be met with no less punctual and horrific timidicity than the fate of her man-keeper, who weakly held on to my powerful reward of strangulation.


Jim, age 64 Morrow Plantation

We about cleaned up all the blood from this one house. When all of de sudden, a white man approaching us like all indignant. If as they knows mos us just aint gots no common since for freedom from all they horror. First I greets him, and shakes and shimmy on by him, likes I going to get his luggage. He say "nh'ggar.., Mr. Morrows, immediately.., hurry along now!

I runs in the house, my heart bout beat out my chest with the delight of destroying just one more de's cracka befo' we'd move on up the road for our glory. I says "the master..., he say, good sh'r, masta, you mo's than welcome to wait... inside..., if that's ya like'n..." "he... busing himself up with one of them wanches and wouldnt want to trouble you any. So, he look just as set to be ready, and mount his morals and my baby.

*You see this monster we know, holds a farm for fck 'ing and breeding with his white devils he call master breeders. Just pay a little fee to impregnate these chil ren.

*he take a breath, and regroup his thoughts, his thoughts tight around telling me his story. You see these men. They never think in terms of slavery, but of warfare. They never surrendered there minds to the white man. So for there story to go on as if there war was what the white man calls slave uprising is upsurd as it is ridicuolous and unfounded in the distortion of what it took to break the will of these "men" over 12 generations of chain slavery and demoralization.

* he continues, slowly regaining his strength. A freak show, just made me sick until my hair fall out in patches. I just invite him in, and *he smell the stench of death, on me and in the house. We bout tore the white beast skin off his body with our bare hands. He make a move to excuse himself, and we was on top of him life fly's ontop of sh' t. Yeah, we got some glory that day, yes lord, yes lord, we got us some glory them days. Till we caught. They not even knowin we killin. We just content.

Amy, age 12 Brown Plantation
Diane, age 20, Amy?s mother, Brown Plantation

We's, me and his doin', have sex with him, for the pleasures. My baby, his only offspring. She know he her Daddy. *** "go'd dammit's I's kill hi...We both live upstair with Brown. I washes him clean, and my baby tend the house chores, evenly alongside some of the other wenches. I makes my rounds, and finds my sheer. It used for yard work.... I sharpens it fine... I makes the cut smooth,... like buttermilk, while he bathe. My baby pregnant and cant be no more babies. I hears him moan, I takes the groans for likein. I just makes my way through him, he bout sad as a baby. He holds my neck with his soft hands, like a woman for pleas and bargaining and I go right inside of him till his smells right for my nostrils.

YouTube - Transportation of slaves

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