New York - The Novel

charming family from Virginia who owned a small plantation. Frank had particularly liked the father, a tall, elegant, gray-haired old gentleman, who had been partial to sitting in his library reading a good book. They had enjoyed many hours of conversation, during which the Virginian had been very frank about the slave question.
    “Some people say that slaves are like the family servants of their owners,” he’d remarked. “Others say that slaves are treated worse than animals. In a way, both statements are true, because there are two kinds of slave plantation. In small plantations like mine, the slaves that work in the house are more like family retainers, I’d say. And I hope we treat the men in the fields kindly as well. But there’s a reason why we should. Back in the last century, remember, most slaves were imported. Slave owners might be considerate, or they might not—usually the latter, I’m afraid. But once they’d got all they could out of a slave, they just bought another one. Early in this century, however, when Congress ended the slave-importation business, slaves had to be home-grown, and their owners hadan incentive to treat them as valuable livestock, if you like, rather than chattels to be worked to death. So you might have thought that would improve the lot of the slave.
    “Down in the Deep South, however, there’s another kind of plantation entirely. Those are huge—like vast factories—and there a slave may still be worked to death.” He’d nodded grimly. “The most similar conditions I can think of are in the industrial factories and coal mines in England, where the workers are hardly better off, though they are at least paid a pittance. The only difference is that—in theory at least—the English poor have some rights, whereas, in practice, the slaves have none. Those big plantations, sir, eat up slaves and need fresh ones all the time. And where do they get them? Mostly from further north. Sold down the river, as they say. Virginia ships huge numbers every year.”
    “Do you?”
    “No. But I haven’t so many slaves, and unlike some of my neighbors, I’m not in need of cash. Otherwise, the temptation would be enormous.” He had sighed. “I’m not defending the system, Master. I’m just describing it. And the sad truth is that the big planters in the South need slaves, and many farmers in Virginia rely on the income they get from supplying them.”
    “Yet the plantation owners are a tiny minority,” Frank had pointed out. “Most of the farmers in the South have few slaves or none at all. Do they have such an incentive to support the system?”
    “A white man in the South may be poor, but at least he can look down on the black man. He also has two great fears. The first is that if ever the black slaves become free, they’ll take a terrible revenge. The second is that free black men would steal jobs from him and compete for land. For better or worse, Master, the wealth of the South is all tied up in slaves, and so is its culture. Destroy slavery and the South believes it will be ruined. For the fact is that the South has always feared the dominance of the North. They don’t want to be under the thumb of your ruthless New York money men, or your arrogant Yankee puritans.” He had smiled. “Even such kindly ones as your wife.”
    When it came to anything mechanical, Frank Master had always been excited by whatever was new and daring. But in political matters, like his Loyalist great-grandfather, he was naturally conservative. If the South was wedded to slavery, then he’d rather look for compromise. After all, that’s what Congress and the government had been doing for the last half-century.Every effort had been made to preserve the balance between the two cultures. As new slave states like Mississippi and Alabama had been created, they had been matched by new free states in the North. When Missouri had entered the Union as a slave state three decades ago, the free state of Maine had been created out of northern Massachusetts to keep the balance even. Conversely, free Hawaii had failed to become a state because of opposition from the South; though slave-holding Cuba had nearly been annexed as a new slave state several times.
    As for the issue of slavery itself, wasn’t it best to ignore it for a while? Even in the North, most states still reckoned the black man was inferior. Negroes in New York, Connecticut and Pennsylvania might be free, but they couldn’t vote.