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“If you want to lift yourself up, lift up someone else.”*

by chuckofish

A couple of weeks ago I mentioned some books that my cousin passed on to me, among them a 1902 copy of Booker T. Washington’s Up from Slavery.  My great grandmother gave the book to her uncle, James Erskine, on the occasion of his 73rd birthday. The choice of gift intrigued me. The eldest son of William Erskine and Margaret Young, James was born in Inchinnan, Scotland (outside Glasgow) in 1829. He and his two younger brothers moved to Clarence, Ontario and married three sisters. The Erskines were all farmers; they worked incredibly hard and suffered more than their share of heartbreak and hardship. Having now read Up from Slavery, I can see why my great grandmother thought it would interest her uncle James. This is a book that has much to teach beyond issues of race, although those obviously predominate.

Born a slave in Virginia, Booker Taliaferro (he added the Washington later) did not know the day, month, or year of his birth, or the name of his father.  His family lived in abject squalor on the plantation. Only later did he realize how little they had as slaves: he had never brushed his teeth; slept in a bed with sheets, or eaten a meal at a table. He had only the clothes he wore and so washed them (and himself) irregularly. He knew no one of his race who could read or write, and early on realized that there could be no freedom without education and hard, hard work. He became determined to help his people and spent the rest of his life doing it.

After years of struggle, he managed to get a place at the Hampton Institute in Virginia (now Hampton University), where he worked as a janitor all day and studied at night. After graduating, he immediately started educating others.

The Hampton Institute

Later he used his experience at Hampton as a model for his work at Alabama’s Tuskegee Institute (now Tuskegee University), founded by George Campbell, a white former slave owner, and Lewis Adams, a black former slave.

classroom at Tuskegee

Rather than enumerating Booker T. Washington’s accomplishments, I’d like to concentrate on his philosophy, because I think that his views are instructive as well as admirable. He understood the importance of hard work, of forgiveness, of self-respect, good character, and kindness — things we all need to work on. Here are a few choice passages from the book:

“I will permit no man, no matter what color he might be, to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.”

“In my contact with people I find that, as a rule, it is only the little, narrow people who live for themselves, who never read good books, who do not travel, who never open up their souls in a way to permit them to come into contact with other souls–with the great outside world. No man whose vision is bounded by color can come into contact with what is highest and best in the world. In meeting men, in many places, I have found that the happiest people are those who do the most for others; the most miserable are those who do the least.”

“Those who have accomplished the greatest results are those who never grow excited or lose self-control, but are always calm, self-possessed, patient, and polite.”

I would describe his philosophy as a sort of Christian Stoicism. In any case, the man had great ideas that he put into practice. He worked tirelessly his whole life, lived by his principles, and devoted himself to helping others.

His strategy for racial advancement demanded restraint, extremely hard work, tolerance and a lot of turning the other cheek. It did not sit well with those who wanted instant results or reparations, or who did not understand the enormity of the task they faced. Observations like this one made Booker T. some enemies:

“There is another class of colored people who make a business of keeping the troubles, the wrongs, and the hardships of the Negro race before the public. Having learned that they are able to make a living out of their troubles, they have grown into the settled habit of advertising their wrongs — partly because they want sympathy and partly because it pays. Some of these people do not want the Negro to lose his grievances, because they do not want to lose their jobs.”

This perceptive insight applies to all those people  — regardless of their race — who prefer playing the victim to moving forward under their own steam. It’s something to think about anyway.

I haven’t done Booker T. Washington or his book justice. Read it. It’s available online for free at Project Gutenberg or as an audio-recording on Youtube:

 

In a country as divided by politics as we are, maybe we could learn something from a man who was willing to put aside personal goals and political differences to help other people.

*Booker T. Washington, Up from Slavery

Don’t be afraid to write in a book — own it!

by chuckofish

Last week I wrote about the prologues of books. This week’s post will continue the theme, this time concentrating on dedications and doodles, and what we learn from them.

A few days ago, I received a box from my cousin Steve containing four books that had belonged to our grandfather and great-grandmother, and to a distant uncle by marriage.

This  1880 edition of Ben Hur belonged to George S. Smith, who married Sarah Pamela Rand in 1882, when they were both in their fifties. She was the daughter of Robert Rand and Laura Wheeler Rand. I believe that I read this copy of Ben Hur the summer I visited my aunt Susanne when I was about 13. I am delighted to see it again!

More unusual is the book, Up from Slavery, the autobiography of Booker T. Washington that Susie Louise Cameron gave to James Erskine, the uncle who raised her and her sister after their mother’s death. It is inscribed thus:

What an interesting gift choice. I was so intrigued that I started reading it, and I must say that I am incredibly impressed. Booker T. Washington was a profoundly thoughtful Christian man, who should be much more celebrated than he is. I’ll blog about him  next week. In the meantime, let’s turn to the two volumes that belonged to our grandfather, Bunker Cameron.

The first, Two Little Savages by Ernest Thompson Seton, he received from his sister when he was 13 years old.

The classic story of two farm boys, who build a teepee in the woods and decide to live off the land for a month, the book primarily teaches practical woodcraft. The well worn pages and slightly broken binding suggest that Bunker got a lot of use from the gift. Certainly, he was the type to enjoy “going native” in the Vermont woods. Two Little Savages is still in print and would make a perfect gift for anyone who wants to learn how to survive in the wild — or at least the backyard. Today’s youth could use more of this type of thing, don’t you agree?

Finally, we have a school text, Selections from Irving’s Sketch Book, in which we find these lovely doodles and comments:

Some things never change, especially the impulse to write our names and draw in our books . Notably,  none of the books I’ve inherited contain book plates. I suppose that before the advent of the stick-in, write-on kind we use now such extravagances were the province of the rich.

As for the rest of us, it’s fine to write in books as long as we don’t deface them (YES to light annotations, but NO to underlining and highlighting). When you give a book as a gift, you should always include a dedication. Such inscriptions give a book a provenance and add to its history. Your message will resonate long after the hand who wrote it is gone, and someday someone may wonder enough about the book’s previous owner to go find out who he/she was.

Books are wonderful artifacts. Treat them with respect and care, but don’t leave them on the shelf. Read them!