Tom Piazza - A Free State

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The author of
returns with a startling novel of race, violence, and identity.
The year is 1855. Blackface minstrelsy is the most popular form of entertainment in a nation about to be torn apart by the battle over slavery. Henry Sims, a fugitive slave and a brilliant musician, has escaped to Philadelphia, where he lives by his wits and earns money performing on the street. He is befriended by James Douglass — leader of the Virginia Harmonists, a minstrel troupe struggling to compete with dozens of similar ensembles — who senses that Henry's skill and magnetism could restore his show's sagging fortunes. The problem is that black performers are not allowed to appear onstage, even in Philadelphia. Together the two concoct a dangerous masquerade to protect Henry's identity, and he creates a sensation in his first appearances with the Harmonists. Yet even as the troupe's fortunes begin to improve, a brutal slave hunter named Tull Burton has been employed by Henry's former master to track down the runaway and retrieve him, dead or alive.
A Free State
A Free State

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She left me here to weep a tear

And beat on the old jaw bone. .

He sang the song but one time through, then played it twice on the banjar with wonderful variations, and even Addie allowed herself an exclamation of surprise and appreciation when he had finished. I was touched to see Fanny and the young man exchange a complicitous glance and smile at one another. The fellow carried himself like a young knight of olden times, I thought.

“Ma’am,” he said, addressing Addie, “do you have a special favorite?”

“Do you sing ‘Go Down, Moses’? Or ‘Thorny Desert’?”

These two songs were abolitionist standards. Both were favorites of our friend, the well-known Tubman. I thought I saw William disguise a wince, or perhaps it was my own wince that I saw reflected in his face. At any rate, he sang the spiritual ‘Go Down, Moses’ a capella, once through, and Addie sat with her eyes closed, swaying slightly to the song’s cadences. When he had finished, she said, “That was quite beautiful. Thank you.”

This fellow, I was certain, had had experience on the stage, or at least performing somewhere for audiences, for he had us entirely under his spell.

He asked what my request might be, and I said, “Play one of your own favorites. Something that pleases you.”

“Well,” he said, thoughtfully, adjusting one of his tuning pegs until it obeyed some law that only he perceived. A familiar melody materialized under his fingers now, with its irresistible rhythm, and he started singing.

Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man,

Washed his face in a frying pan.

Combed his hair with a wagon wheel,

Died with a toothache in his heel. .

We all joined in for the rousing chorus:

Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker.

You’re too late to get your supper!

What fun it was. At length, Addie broke the spell by saying, “Young man, you must be tired from traveling, and I am afraid that we are imposing on your good nature by making you entertain us. Your bed is ready, below, and you should feel free to retire at any time.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Seward,” he said, “but you are not imposing. I hope I’m not imposing. This is fun.”

Addie appeared a bit taken aback by his response, although it seemed an entirely credible statement to me; he seemed to come alive while he was playing and singing. He did retire, though, and we did as well.

As we went upstairs, darling Fanny said, “I am so glad William is here with us!”

“Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?”

She nodded vigorously, and I kissed her, and Addie took her to her bedroom. As I prepared for the night I thought about how remarkable it was that a fellow in his situation could summon such gaiety and poise, and share it with others whom he scarcely knew.

The next morning after breakfast I opened the basement door and went down to check on our “passenger.” He was sitting at a small table, finishing the meal Ella had prepared for him. This would be a day of finding him clothes and getting him ready for the next part of his journey. He stood up when I appeared, but I insisted that he sit back down, and I took a seat on the narrow bed, which I noticed he had made.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked.

“I did,” he replied. “Thank you. I like this room.”

“You do,” I said. “What do you like about it?”

“It brings back pleasant memories.”

The notion that a slave might have any pleasant memories was surprising to me. I would have thought that a runaway would be glad to erase any memories of his servitude, and I said something to that effect.

His face registered that peculiar smile-frown I had noted the night before. He merely nodded and said nothing.

I had business, involving a visit to associates in Seneca Falls, which would consume most of the day into the afternoon, and I bade our guest relax and enjoy himself. The idea was that the lad would remain with us for two full days and three nights, renewing himself before being “conducted” on the final part of his journey to freedom. As I was about to take my leave he begged my pardon and asked if it were possible to borrow a book, for the day.

He was, indeed, full of surprises. “A book!” I said.

To save me the embarrassment, I suppose, of asking an impolite question or showing any more surprise, he said, “My mother taught me to read.”

“Certainly,” I said. “Certainly. Come with me.”

Addie had gone to market and Fanny was at lessons. Ella was somewhere about, as was Nicholas, and I saw no harm in leading the fellow upstairs to my library. In truth, the entire house was in the process of becoming a library, as Addie often complained, but I thought William might enjoy seeing my own sanctuary on the second floor, as it had some interesting prints and artifacts from my travels, along with a wall of books, among which I was certain he might find something worth perusing.

As we entered the room his face registered a gratifying degree of surprise and appreciation. After a moment or two he asked me how I located a book, among so many.

“They are arranged by subject,” I said, “and then by author, within each subject. History is here,” I indicated the area with my hand. “Here are philosophy, books on travel, botany. .” I wondered what he thought, seeing it all there. Did it represent a window onto possibility, a vista of worlds to be attained, or did it represent instead an unscalable wall intended exactly to keep him out? I had my answer almost immediately.

“Do you have any by Dickens?” he said.

“Of course,” I replied. Absolutely extraordinary, I thought. I lent him the first volume of Pickwick , and American Notes , pointing out that the author had had interesting things to say about our peculiar institution of slavery. “This ought to keep you busy until we see one another this evening.”

I got him settled again in our subterranean room and went on about my business for the day, yet I could not get him out of my mind. I found myself, to my surprise, wishing that his stay with us might be extended. It occurred to me that there might be a mutual profit in bringing him to Rochester and introducing him to Frederick Douglass, surely a visit that would be of interest to them both.

Late that afternoon I arrived home, and there was a fine fire going, preparations for dinner in progress. Addie was going through some papers at the escritoire, and I stooped to kiss her cheek.

“Is everything all right, dear?” I asked.

“Everything is fine. Did you initiate a subscription to a newspaper? Or cancel a subscription?”

“Not that I can think of,” I replied. “We take the Standard and the Times , I believe? Why do you ask?”

She frowned, shrugged. “It is nothing. Someone came to the door this afternoon and spoke to Ella about newspapers, and she did not have a clear idea of what the man was saying.”

“What did he want?”

“I don’t know, Bill. He said something about newspapers. He probably had the wrong address.”

“We really ought to make it an inflexible rule that Nicholas answer the door and not Ella,” I said.

“Well, Bill, Nicholas was occupied, and Ella does the best she can. .”

“Yes, of course; please let’s not quarrel. I will speak with her.”

“I already have. Never mind.”

Fanny, I knew, would be upstairs at her lessons, and I thought I would stop downstairs and see how our guest had spent the day.

He was reading when I descended, and he put the book down and stood up. “How are you enjoying Dickens?” I asked. “Please sit down.” We took the same places we had taken that morning.

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