History is a
funny thing. It reminds us of our victories and our failures.
It inspires us and it haunts us even more. My intensive research
during the writing of Mothers Teach Your Children has been infinitely
improved by Internet resources, and yet it has also exposed a vast
reservoir of yet unknown history which I would rather have not dealt
with.
I kept coming to
unsolvable enigmas while embroiled in countless hours of photograph
comparisons, as I made identifications of the people in this book. I
would be engrossed identifying a prominent family, parents and their
children, and their extended families... their associates, and my
house of cards would suddenly threaten to collapse over some boy's
ear. You see, people can often look like a famous person, share key
distinguishing features, but then totally have the wrong ears, which
in many cases was my deciding factor, in believing I had found
another rare tintype of a important Victorian personality.
Ears. Big ones, little
pointed ones, with long lobes, or no lobes... earlobes were huge in
this tedious process. Everything in a certain visage would be right
except some person's earlobes, and suddenly a potential $1000 image
became a $10 one. But the farther I delved into the puzzle, the more
challenging it got, because there were times I knew that, well, the
person's ears had changed. And
people's ears do not change that
much, except over a long time they get larger. They don't ever get
significantly smaller. They don't suddenly become lobeless, or grow
big healthy lobes where there had been none.
Of
course, little children's ears can grow quite a bit... until puberty.
Women can develop small earlobes after some years of wearing heavier
ear rings. Old men's ears will stretch and droop and become quite
large. But for the full grown and middle aged, ears are pretty
stable. So what was going on with some of these people's ears whose
faces were identical but the ears did not match?
I
became convinced that Victorians had access to plastic surgery, to an
extent far more prevalent than one would suspect! The possibility
showed up first in my study of Western outlaws. I would have photos
of the same person, I was sure, yet the better known photo seemed to
have had his ears trimmed. Yes, actually trimmed. Earlier
photos of them, in my collection, if they were the same person,
betrayed much larger, almost comically protruding ears, and much more
easily recognized, which could not have been reduced by any natural
means.
In
Victorian times, photographers were often referred to as artists,
often able to touch-up photos, eliminate backgrounds, enhance
features, even change clothing on the subjects. In the early days an
artist might actually paint a portrait from a poor image, then make a
Daguerreotype, Ambrotype or tintype of it. Later they would create an
enlargement, do the cosmetic changes, then photograph those
renderings and print them as cabinet cards. Sometimes, for a fee,
they would make their portraits more “flattering,” and scars or
moles could be removed, and yes, ears reduced for posterity. That was
one explanation.
I
often delayed decisions in these cases, as I had plenty of
photographs of folks whose ears had not been doctored. Everything
coasted along, and then about 600 tintypes later I was forced to deal
with the question. A prominent Southern family seemed to have had
some of their children endure rhinoplasties!
When
had plastic surgery
come into practice?
Would
you believe around 500 BC? A surgeon in India is thought to
have pioneered the practice. It became fairly common in Europe in the
1500's for certain daring surgeons to repair noses ravaged by
syphilis, which had become rampant in those days. American surgeons
began to experiment with early forms of plastic surgery in the late
Nineteenth Century. But European doctors had it down much earlier,
and Americans who needed a tuck or a correction could attain a
do-over if only they could find a way to cross the big pond.
Knowing
this was a game-changer, in understanding the variables in my
comparisons. And it hit me, all of those hundreds of years of sword
fights and dagger injuries had made our ancestors experts at
stitching, grafting if necessary, multitudes of injuries sustained in
the most common type of armed conflict, long before guns put neat
little holes deep inside one's enemies. Those big holes called for a
whole new generation of medical innovation. And still, plastic
surgery could eventually minimize bullet-made surface wounds as well.
Certainly
by the 1930's criminals like John Dillinger were getting pretty
sophisticated procedures done to hide their identity. Moles removed,
dimples filled, ear lobes trimmed. Suddenly it was not so
far-fetched for Bill Dalton to have sought a surgeon out in
California who could change his appearance in the 1890's. It might
explain why he went way out there for a few years, and behaved well
enough to dabble in politics, before he returned home to Oklahoma
re-invented, only then to succumb to his violent fate.
The
anomalies in my photos just kept throwing up barriers to progress in
my years of research, until I came upon an astounding possibility;
that Some Victorians utilized plastic surgery to obscure their
bi-racial heritage. And these surgeries had stupifying, far-reaching
implications. Instantly I began to perceive why history can be so...
secretive.
We
know today what the people before us wanted us to know. And
they hid a lot from us. They had many reasons, but human pride and
avoidance of social rejection were at the heart of many deceptions.
And totally clueless, we never knew or suspected any more than they
wanted us to.
Victorian
women had become experts at concealing pregnancy. For a century or
more, men and women wore wigs as a fashion accessory. Flamboyant
clothing, high heels, flashy jewelry, all “made the man.”
Paintings were designed to embellish and flatter. Who knows what
Martha Washington really looked like?
All of
this came to the front of my brain one night, at 3:00 in the morning,
and got me out of bed to face and consider it. I had been acquiring
some old original tintypes of prominent families in the Confederacy,
when something bizarre was becoming unavoidable: Jefferson Davis, the
first and last president of the Confederate States of America was
very possibly married to a woman of bi-racial ancestry.
Varina Davis, first lady of the Confederacy
Internet
blogs poke at the possibilities, based on the unavoidable conclusions
by more than a few people, from merely looking at Davis's beautiful,
African-American looking wife. There were actually plenty of clues
found within their own lives and writings, that Varina Anne Banks
Howell Davis was a raisin in the sun, at least for her “Northern”
attitudes and her opinions and her undiplomatic way of sharing them,
which made her less than popular in the short, violent life of the
Confederacy. But if she was bi-racial, (and she probably was) that
would have been more than enough to feed the fires of Davis's
Southern racist critics, who kept him tormented during his
presidency.
A comparison to known photographs
and a miniature painting on ivory, (top left)
Born
in Natchez and raised
on a Mississippi plantation, then educated in Philadelphia at a
prestigious girl's school, Varina's pedigree was never-the-less short
and cloudy. Much like Martha Washington, she was olive skinned,
dark-haired, but she also typified all the characteristics of the
most beautiful African-American stars known in Hollywood today. Huge
expressive eyes, very full, even voluptuous lips, and a wide nose
typical to Native Americans or Negroes, but rarely seen among Anglo/
Caucasians. Indeed, she had sometimes been compared by her detractors
to the lovely “octaroons” and mulattoes famous in nearby
Louisiana in her own time. But none of this speculation proved
anything.
She
could have been a “black Irish” girl, or her ancestry salted with
a little Native American blended in somewhere. Varina gave Jefferson
Davis beautiful children, but sadly only a couple of them lived long
enough to marry and provide grandchildren. Several of them showed
definite bi-racial characteristics early on. After the war, and two
years in a federal prison, Jeff Davis spent a great deal of his
post-war marriage chasing business opportunities throughout the
States and in Europe, trying to rebuild the fortune he lost as
titular head of the rebellion. Varina was not amused, and less amused
by several scandalous relationships he pursued during their strained
relationship.
Jefferson
Davis was presumptuous, overbearing and annoyingly energetic, and
found that the two got along better when they were apart. So he made
sure they got along. Later on one of his devoted lady friends gave
him a grand home upon her death, and the whole family relocated to
New York. The Davises traveled extensively, and Varina and her
youngest daughter, also named Varina, wrote books which were well
received.
Varina
was boldly transparent about her feelings about the Confederacy. She
had always been outspoken, even warning that it would come to no good
end. During the war, several of her slaves suspiciously managed to
escape, never to be seen again. After it was over, she wrote that the
right side had won, and she was glad of it. Unlike most Southerners,
she seemed to celebrate Emancipation, and may even have rushed it a
little with her own slaves. I would not be surprised if some of them
were relatives. This may sound preposterous, but it is not. As
discussed in my book, Mary Custis Lee, General Robert E. Lee's wife,
had a half-sister born to an Arlington plantation slave, whom her
father freed and gave a home with acreage when she got married.
As I
dug into the Davis children and their possible ethnicity, the
implications began to loom up in a surprising geyser of race issues.
Oldest Davis daughter, Margaret, was experimenting,
trying to find a way to wear her hair.
One of
the “Southern traditions,” lost when slavery was finally ended,
was the pervasive practice on large plantations of many masters
providing the “seed” for the slave offspring. There may have been
some practical reasons for the practice, and certainly some very
selfish ones. Thomas Jefferson had done this. The Supreme Court
Justice in the Republic of Texas, John Hemphill, never married but
fathered his children through his slave, with whom he co-habitated
for almost fifteen years. Confederate General John R. Jones had four
“outside” children, one who grew up to be one of the founders of
the NAACP. He astonished and incensed his community by educating and
providing for them as his children, leaving his two mulatto sons
everything when he died. Likewise, Mary Custis Lee's father, George
Washington Custis, did the fair and proper thing, even if it
embarrassed his whole family. But not all Southern men were so noble.
Many more shrugged and declared ignorance... and for self-serving if
not totally unjust reasons.
Scores
of illegitimate mulatto children of slaveowners, if acknowledged,
would thus rightfully share in the family's inheritance. The master's
white children would suddenly share just a sliver in a limited pie,
and in the South, those pies had already shrunk to oblivion after the
war.
Maintaining
“whiteness” became paramount. The mixing of race only went one
way. There was whitening of Blacks, but there was no blackening of
Whites. Besides there being laws in some states forbidding
inter-racial marriage, and casting all citizens with even a drop of
Negro blood as black, there were ancient myths and strong prejudices
about race, which would destroy the lives of bi-racial persons if
their mixed race genealogy was ever detected.
The metamorphosis of Margaret Davis,
first daughter of the Confederacy.
All photos are historic sources.
Here
is where my research answered my own questions in the matter. If the
Davis children needed crafty cosmetics or surgery to “whiten”
them, the ex-president's travels and dealings in Europe would have
offered him the means and the opportunity to provide them the best in
medical care. And somehow, the Davis's beautiful large-eyed,
wide-nosed, black-haired children grew up to sport pointed noses, and
brown hair. Their ears stayed the same.
My
photographs seem to document lifelong struggles to manage their hair,
lighten their complexions, do whatever it took to maintain their
racial status in the apartheid South.
The Davis's second daughter Varina had
more Caucasian characteristics.
Image from my collection
Starting out with very black hair, Varina seems
to experiment with degrees of curliness.
She ends up blonde.
If I
am correct, then the implications are legion. One important one would
be that it was not racial hatred which propelled the South into the
Civil War. The examples above were just a sampling of Southern
romance and familial connection to Negro slaves. You do not touch or
spend time or attention with something or someone you hate... much
less make love with them, virtually adopt their children within the
limits of the marriage laws, and even educate them in violation of
the laws of the land. You do not, in some cases ignore societal
stigmas, risk ostracism, and break the rules of your native culture
for anyone you hate, or have contempt for, or judge as something less
than human.
Artists over the decades have struggled on just how
to portray Varina, Davis's youngest daughter, who gave him
grandchildren... she was a blonde Arian, or mulatto,
or Black!
It was
complicated, it was wrong, but it was far from hate. These bi-racial
relationships were witnessed all over the South, and were the most
honest and transparent evidence of an unspoken undercurrent, a shadow
society of sorts, which had been growing for over a century.
Apartheid
was inspired as much by greed, concerns about inheritance, as it was
about hate or notions of racial superiority.
The
quandary was well illustrated in the Texas county where I lived for
almost fifty years. Sheriff Garrett Scott came home to Grimes County
from the war to become a popular lawman, and was elected several
times. A “reconstructed” Confederate veteran, and a son of a
slave owner, he did not break ties with his former slaves, but
represented their interests and pushed for reforms in Black
education. He maintained a romantic interest in his former slave
lover, whom he never married, but with her fathered at last one
child. Eventually his open-minded ideas were challenged and the
county ended up in a shooting war, assassinations of Black officials,
and the ending of Black rights and enfranchisement. Scott was wounded
and his brother killed, and then he was run out of the county,
requiring a militia to escort him to safety. These kinds of things
happened, where some White men had the courage to admit their
affections and loyalties to Blacks, common to many more Whites than
ever admitted, at great cost to themselves.
So
after the war, some Southern men were driven as much by love, or at
least duty and common decency, as others were by prejudice.
Abolition
of slavery would have led to making Negroes equal citizens in many
ways not considered by Abolitionists, and suddenly made them members
of white families, with implied co-ownership, inheritances, and other
legal rights. Southerners like Lee, Custis, and Davis hated slavery,
and were knee-deep in a family nightmare, which was growing
exponentially, and frantically trying to divest themselves from the
“peculiar institution.” But it was a family affair. They wanted
to deal with it, and while saving face, pay off some, more or less
adopt others, and pick and choose who was “freed,” and who
remained informally enslaved on the farm like the rest of their
children!
To
them it was about pride, self-determination and social acceptance,
but being as fair as they could, and protecting their assets and most
of all, their white children. Since there was often five to ten of
those, it was definitely about ducking responsibility to a number
that could double or triple that count. So they would fight a war
over … yes “states rights,” which governed these kinds of
family complications. And those soldiers in gray in many cases were
not so much fighting for slavery, but their own parcels as described
in their daddy's Will. Freedom and equal rights for enslaved people
would mean financial disaster for them. They would die to protect
that from happening. It was selfish, and wrong, but it sheds a
different light on what has always been blamed on White “superiority”
and racial hatred.
Multiple
sins had been tolerated over a long period of time, until Southerners
were so steeped in a quagmire of wrongs and injustices, that their
only defense was the U. S. Constitution. So dependent on slave labor,
so embroiled in systematic adultery, and so guilty of race
persecution in order to maintain a status quo, the South found few
sympathetic allies around the world. And worse, half of its own
countrymen ready to force the issue, even go to war over it. The
question which can never be answered, is what might have happened if
the South had been allowed to deal with its family complications on
its own, in its own time. Might the South have gone through a similar
social reversal like that in the North, where slavery had grown into
disfavor. The South was not that far behind, seeing how slavery was
still the law of the land, and the slaves in the North were not
officially emancipated until deep into the very war over the
question. The flag of the United States had flown over legal slavery
for almost one hundred years. The Confederacy lasted only four. And
the war that they fought, which took so many lives, solved nothing.
In the
South, there became a revealing pejorative among whites which needs
addressing. About the lowest thing you could call a person, even if
you loved Negroes, was a “Nigger Lover.” Somehow this was
considered to be some kind of betrayal, especially among White wives
who had few rights themselves. It was a term of suspicion and a
dreaded threat rooted very deeply, and for most white kids, we could
never imagine how deep. We just repeated it because grown-ups were
so horrified by the term. White children over the years picked up on
the severity of the term, but not its actual meaning. They used it
often and indiscriminately, without understanding its origins.
After
the Civil War, one of the biggest casualties was Southern
propriety, as countless black housemaids let be known the identity of
the fathers of their light-skinned children... And countless White
wives faced what should have been obvious, that their husbands had
been unfaithful, and fathered numerous “mulatto” children, and
they were in fact, “Nigger lovers.” The very existence of this
term, stupidly repeated by schoolchildren, suggests that there were
significant numbers of southerners who “loved” Negroes. Enough
for them to be a group derided more than Blacks themselves. Surely,
for some the term was a euphemism, but there can be no doubt, a
faction represented by some of the most prominent Southerners, that
love was indeed... love. And love or not, this marital betrayal of
White women could be traced right to the steps of Arlington-Lee
mansion.
Much,
much later Americans learned that even Thomas Jefferson had been a
lover of a Negro. “Loving” Negroes had not been just some
low-life pastime of ner' do wells, but the tradition of Southern
slaveholders for hundreds of years. It had been a contemptible
practice, of breaking Biblical taboos and vows of marriage, violating
vulnerable Black women and denying their children their due
inheritance. It was not that loving Negroes was bad,
the white men obviously thought it quite acceptable, it was the
conditions surrounding it, and the denial afterwards. The duress; The
dehumanizing, predatory nature of the so-called loving. But these
assumptions about the circumstances are merely conjecture. Looking
back on it today, it was not so different from the kind of love many
White women received during that same era.
Some
Black women found short-term advantages to these truly sordid
relationships, and many even traded love for shadow marriages which
gave their children a better future. But after the War Between the
States, women black and white no longer had to look the other way, or
pretend ignorance, or tolerate a... “Nigger Lover.”
But
there was another angle to this term. If Jefferson, Custis, Lee, and
Davis and others were implicated in this insidious system, and they
were, what could be said about the South but that it was run by men
who made love to Negro women often, and had invented an ideal sex
arrangement, (for them) and racial prejudice was far less a part of
this paradigm than male dominance and gratification. It was the
racial divide which provided the curtain for their sexual adventures.
Then some like Jefferson and Custis came clean and actually did make
a stab at doing the right thing by their bi-racial children. They
were true Negro lovers.
Jefferson Davis Jr.
Tintype from author's collection
When
General Lee signed that surrender to General Grant at Appomattox,
there was a crashing of the Southern culture, and it needed to crash.
But immediately some Southerners began to speak of Lee as an
illegitimate spokesman for the Confederacy, and they felt he had no
authority to end their fight for their “way of life.” There was
talk of continuing the battle of Secession, to protect their assets,
even making a final stand in Texas. Many Southerners had already
moved their money and slaves to Texas where they believed they were
out of reach of the Yankees. They thought Texas could hold out, even
go back to being a sovereign nation again. Thousands of displaced
slaves were transported and congregated along the plantation regions
along the Brazos River, awaiting the end of the war.
If
the South had won, or at least obtained a satisfactory truce,
then they would remain slaves, and their master's assets would be
secure, and they could be marched back home. If the South lost, then
these extended Black families, many of them blood relations of white
plantation owners, had been cleverly relocated- and disoriented and
without any means of travel, probably, conveniently, never to be seen
again. Through emergency relocation, the problem of plantation
inheritance was made to disappear. And Brazos Valley towns found
themselves overrun with homeless freedmen. These thankless, heartless
slave owners, who avoided monumental costs and complications and
accountability by transporting their slaves across the Mississippi,
were the original “Nigger lovers,” eventually considered the
lowest form of White Southerner, who fathered countless bi-racial
children and then exported them too far away to be reunited. When
Texas Blacks hint at the perpetual injustices they have suffered
since slavery times, this was the beginning of it.
It was
not the supposed beatings and whippings depicted in Uncle Tom's
Cabin. It was the cheatings and quippings of master Billy Bob. Robbed
of their beneficial associations, denied their kinships, reduced to
chattel and spoken about by insulting pejoratives, African Americans
have a right to remind America what outrageous wrongs were instituted
by its fathers, and perpetuated by elitist monsters for generations.
And perhaps the greatest injustice was the imposing of White
standards of beauty, which started with bi-racial Southerners trying
to pass for something they were not.
Young Jeff appears, according to the known
historical photographs, to have had his ears
trimmed significantly, whereas mine suggests
the changes were done in stages, ears first,
then the nose was narrowed.
In a
White world, Blacks were left to construct their own social structure
based on whiteness. The presence of so much white blood in their
demographic resulted in a regrettable hierarchy based on lightness or
less-blackness; A paradigm built on shame and self-loathing. And
Jefferson Davis's own children may have led the way.
All
of this to say, the causes of the Civil War were very
complicated and almost beyond our understanding today. My first
chapters attempt to reveal some of those paradoxes which led to a
terrible war, and try to help today's generation understand the
reasons why our country chose reconciliation, rather than execution
of the Southern rebels after the war.