"What To The Slave Is The 4th Of July?" FREDERICK DOUGLASS SPEECH, 1852 Independence Day Speech at Rochester, 1852 |
Fellow citizens, pardon me, allow me to ask, why am I called upon to speak here today? What have I, or those I
represent, to do with your national independence? Are the great principles of political freedom and of natural
justice, embodied in that Declaration of Independence, extended to us? and am I, therefore, called upon to bring
our humble offering to the national altar, and to confess the benefits and express devout gratitude for the
blessings resulting from your independence to us?
Would to God, both for your sakes and ours, that an affirmative answer could be truthfully returned to these
questions! Then would my task be light, and my burden easy and delightful. For who is there so cold that a
nation's sympathy could not warm him? Who so obdurate and dead to the claims of gratitude that would not
thankfully acknowledge such priceless benefits? Who so stolid and selfish that would not give his voice to swell
the hallelujahs of a nation's jubilee, when the chains of servitude had been torn from his limbs? I am not that man.
In a case like that the dumb might eloquently speak and the "lame man leap as an hart."
But such is not the state of the case. I say it with a sad sense of the disparity between us. am not included within
the pale of this glorious anniversary! Your high independence only reveals the immeasurable distance between
us. The blessings in which you, this day, rejoice are not enjoyed in common. The rich inheritance of justice,
liberty, prosperity, and independence bequeathed by your fathers is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that
brought light and healing to you has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth of July is yours, not mine. You
may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him
to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me
by asking me to speak today? If so, there is a parallel to your conduct. And let me warn that it is dangerous to
copy the example of nation whose crimes, towering up to heaven, were thrown down by the breath of the
Almighty, burying that nation in irrevocable ruin! I can today take up the plaintive lament of a peeled and
woe-smitten people.
"By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yea! We wept when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps
upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there, they that carried us away captive, required of us a song; and
they who wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How can we sing the Lord's
song in a strange land? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If do not remember
thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth."
Fellow citizens, above your national, tumultuous joy, I hear the mournful wail of millions! Whose chains, heavy and
grievous yesterday, are, today, rendered more intolerable by the jubilee shouts that reach them. If I do forget, if I
do not faithfully remember those bleeding children of sorry this day, "may my right hand cleave to the roof of my
mouth"! To forget them, to pass lightly over their wrongs, and to chime in with the popular theme would be
treason most scandalous and shocking, and would make me a reproach before God and the world. My subject,
then, fellow citizens, is American slavery. I shall see this day and its popular characteristics from the slave's point
of view. Standing there identified with the American bondman, making his wrongs mine. I do not hesitate to
declare with all my soul that the character and conduct of this nation never looked blacker to me than on this
Fourth of July! Whether we turn to the declarations of the past or to the professions of the present, the conduct
of the nation seems equally hideous and revolting. America is false to the past, false to the present, and solemnly
binds herself to be false to the future. Standing with God and the crushed and bleeding slave on this occasion, I
will, in the name of humanity which is outraged, in the name of liberty which is fettered, in the name of the
Constitution and the Bible which are disregarded and trampled upon, dare to call in question and to denounce,
with all the emphasis I can command, everything that serves to perpetuate slavery-the great sin and shame of
America! "I will not equivocate, I will not excuse"; I will use the severest language I can command; and yet not one
word shall escape me that any man, whose judgment is not blinded by prejudice, shall not confess to be right and
just....
For the present, it is enough to affirm the equal manhood of the Negro race. Is it not as astonishing that, while we
are plowing, planting, and reaping, using all kinds of mechanical tools, erecting houses, constructing bridges,
building ships, working in metals of brass, iron, copper, and secretaries, having among us lawyers doctors,
ministers, poets, authors, editors, orators, and teachers; and that, while we are engaged in all manner of
enterprises common to other men, digging gold in California, capturing the whale in the Pacific, feeding sheep
and cattle on the hillside, living, moving, acting, thinking, planning, living in families as husbands, wives, and
children, and above all, confessing and worshiping the Christian's God, and looking hopefully for life and
immortality beyond the grave, we are called upon to prove that we are men!...
What, am I to argue that it is wrong to make men brutes, to rob them of their liberty, to work them without wages,
to keep them ignorant of their relations to their fellow men, to beat them with sticks, to flay their flesh with the lash,
to load their limbs with irons, to hunt them with dogs, to sell them at auction, to sunder their families, to knock out
their teeth, to burn their flesh, to starve them into obedience and submission to their masters? Must I argue that a
system thus marked with blood, and stained with pollution, is wrong? No! I will not. I have better employment for
my time and strength than such arguments would imply....
What, to the American slave, is your Fourth of July? I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days
in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham;
your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are
empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants, brass-fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality,
hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade and
solemnity, are, to Him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy-a thin veil to cover up crimes
which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth
guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of the United States at this very hour.
Go where you may, search where you will, roam through all the monarchies and despotisms- of the Old World,
travel through South America, search out every abuse, and when you have found the last, lay your facts by the
side of the everyday practices of this nation, and you will say with me that, for revolting barbarity and shameless
hypocrisy, America reigns without a rival.
