To My Old Master.

Via Colin Wiseman
on Feb 6, 2012
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I came across this picture and article on Letters of Note.

It’s a poignant letter. But I have no point of comparison in my life. I’m neither old enough nor did I grow up in servitude and squalor.

“In answering this letter, please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up, and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with poor Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starve—and die, if it come to that—than have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters. You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood. The great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits.”

But from the irony in the letter, I can take from this is that no matter what, this guy was strong, and he did everything to provide for his family. And when it came to make a choice he was strong enough to take the correct one.

Don’t give in to bullies. A very good lesson for us all, no?

Read the letter here.

Best quote from the letter:

“Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.”


About Colin Wiseman

Colin Wiseman, a born and bred Elephant and our digital guru. Colin found yoga a few years back when trying to not give in to the standard medical path.

Instead he took the path of the yoga student, finding that yoga and other "original healing" regimes were much more appropriate (and better for you in my humble opinion).

Being the uber geek he is, Colin decided to give back to the yoga community by building to ensure a proper platform for yoga teachers to promote themselves, and not be lost in the quagmire of the internet. Well that's the plan anyways...


2 Responses to “To My Old Master.”

  1. Becky says:

    Stunned after reading this. All I could do was sit in silence and reflect on many different aspects of it. And then I began to cry. And then I had to go to work, and I really wanted to share my thoughts, but It's hard to put my feelings into words…which takes a lot of time, which happens to me in general. And it's a drag to be honest, but that's why I love most elephant journal articles, because I find a lot of stuff put into words that I can't say. But anyway, I have a lot of thoughts on the matter of what this 'to my old master' letter is about …so I'll just start….stories/articles like this almost always make me pause and reflect on the many atrocities multiple cultures have faced and continue to face, at the hands of…bullies… puts me in a daze. Oh f*#k that's an understatement. What is it, with color of skin, or a difference in culture, that makes people scared of others. Or think they're better. Or. Whatever. I know a lot of people who read elephant journal are probably open minded, so this is writing to the choirs. I grew up in a big city, surrounded by people of multiple nationalities, I was in the minority, if not equal represented numbers. I'm nonnative by heritage (my stepdad's native) and my fam moved to an indian reservation, where I spent teen years growing up (and it's still my hometown). I've spent a lot of time reflecting on and advocating education on racism in that hometown. I've had parts of my mentality shattered by people I've looked up to for years, who've been great and nice and all that jazz to me, and play the racism card towards my dark skinned brothers. I've witnessed my sister and countless others get racially profiled in department stores. I've no problems going and talking to the management about it, hopefully a tiny step in the direction of trying to make the world a better place. This article really touched me today, because of my family experiences. Thank you Colin for sharing this letter in your ej article.

  2. Ben_Ralston says:

    Beautiful comment Becky.