Read Slavery by Another Name Online
Authors: Douglas A. Blackmon
and fees. What the company's managers did with Cottenham, and thousands of
other black men they purchased from sheri s across Alabama, was entirely up
to them.
A few hours later, the company plunged Cottenham into the darkness of a
mine called Slope No. 12—one shaft in a vast subterranean labyrinth on the
edge of Birmingham known as the Pratt Mines. There, he was chained inside a
long wooden barrack at night and required to spend nearly every waking hour
digging and loading coal. His required daily "task" was to remove eight tons of
coal from the mine. Cottenham was subject to the whip for failure to dig the
requisite amount, at risk of physical torture for disobedience, and vulnerable
to the sexual predations of other miners— many of whom already had passed
years or decades in their own chthonian con nement. The lightless catacombs
of black rock, packed with hundreds of desperate men slick with sweat and
coated in pulverized coal, must have exceeded any vision of hell a boy born in
the countryside of Alabama—even a child of slaves—could have ever imagined.
Waves of disease ripped through the population. In the month before
Cottenham arrived at the prison mine, pneumonia and tuberculosis sickened
dozens. Within his rst four weeks, six died. Before the year was over, almost
sixty men forced into Slope 12 were dead of disease, accidents, or homicide.
Most of the broken bodies, along with hundreds of others before and after,
were dumped into shallow graves scattered among the refuse of the mine.
Others were incinerated in nearby ovens used to blast millions of tons of coal
brought to the surface into coke—the carbon-rich fuel essential to U.S. Steel's
production of iron. Forty- ve years after President Abraham Lincoln's
Emancipation Proclamation freeing American slaves, Green Cottenham and
more than a thousand other black men toiled under the lash at Slope 12.
Imprisoned in what was then the most advanced city of the South, guarded by
whipping bosses employed by the most iconic example of the modern
corporation emerging in the gilded North, they were slaves in all but name.
Almost a century later, on an overgrown hillside ve miles from the bustling
downtown of contemporary Birmingham, I found my way to one of the only
tangible relics of what Green Cottenham endured. The ground was all but
completely obscured by the dense thicket. But beneath the undergrowth of
privet, the faint outlines of hundreds upon hundreds of oval depressions still
marked the land. Spread in haphazard rows across the forest oor, these were
sunken graves of the dead from nearby prison mines once operated by U.S.
Steel.2 Here and there, antediluvian headstones jutted from the foliage. No
signs marked the place. No paths led to it.
I was a reporter for The Wall Street Journal, exploring the possibility of a
story asking a provocative question: What would be revealed if American
corporations were examined through the same sharp lens of historical
confrontation as the one then being trained on German corporations that
relied on Jewish slave labor during World War II and the Swiss banks that
robbed victims of the Holocaust of their fortunes?
My guide that day in the summer of 2000 was an industrial archaeologist
named Jack Bergstresser. Years earlier, he had stumbled across a simple iron
fence surrounding a single collapsed grave during a survey of the area.
Bergstresser was mysti ed by its presence at the center of what at the
beginning of the twentieth century was one of the busiest con uences of
industrial activity in the United States. The grave and the twisted wrought iron
around it sat near what had been the intersection of two rail lines and a
complex of mines, coal processing facilities, and furnaces in which thousands
of men operated around the clock to generate millions of tons of coal and iron
—all owned and operated by U.S. Steel at the height of its supremacy in
American commerce. Bergstresser, who is white, told me he wondered if the
dead here were forced laborers. He knew that African Americans had been
compelled to work in Alabama mines prior to the Great Depression. His
grandfather, once a coal miner himself, had told him stories of a similar burial
field near the family home place south of Birmingham.
A year later, the Journal published my long article chronicling the saga of
that burial ground. No speci c record of the internments survived, but
mountains of archival evidence and the oral histories of old and dying African
Americans nearby con rmed that most of the cemetery's inhabitants had been
inmates of the labor camp that operated for three decades on the hilltop above
the graveyard. Later I would discover atop a nearby rise another burial eld,
where Green Cottenham almost certainly was buried. The camp had supplied
tens of thousands of men over ve decades to a succession of prison mines
ultimately purchased by U.S. Steel in 1907. Hundreds of them had not
survived. Nearly all were black men arrested and then "leased" by state and
county governments to U.S. Steel or the companies it had acquired.3
Here and in scores of other similarly crude graveyards, the nal chapter of
American slavery had been buried. It was a form of bondage distinctly
di erent from that of the antebellum South in that for most men, and the
relatively few women drawn in, this slavery did not last a lifetime and did not
automatically extend from one generation to the next. But it was nonetheless
slavery—a system in which armies of free men, guilty of no crimes and entitled
by law to freedom, were compelled to labor without compensation, were
repeatedly bought and sold, and were forced to do the bidding of white
masters through the regular application of extraordinary physical coercion.
The article generated a response unlike anything I had experienced as a
journalist. A deluge of e-mails, letters, and phone calls arrived. White readers
on the whole reacted with somber praise for a sober documentation of a
forgotten crime against African Americans. Some said it heightened their
understanding of demands for reparations to the descendants of antebellum
slaves. Only a few expressed shock. For most, it seemed to be an account of
one more important but sadly predictable bullet point in the standard
indictment of historic white racism. During an appearance on National Public
Radio on the day of publication, Bob Edwards, the interviewer, at one point
said to me: "I guess it's really no surprise."
The reactions of African Americans were altogether di erent. Repeatedly,
they described how the article lifted a terrible burden, that the story had in
some way—partly because of its sobriety and presence on the front page of the
nation's most conservative daily newspaper—supplied an answer or part of one
to a question so unnerving few dared ask it aloud: If not racial inferiority,
what explained the inexplicably labored advance of African Americans in U.S.
society in the century between the Civil War and the civil rights movement of
the 1960s? The amorphous rhetoric of the struggle against segregation, the
thin cinematic imagery of Ku Klux Klan bogeymen, even the horrifying still
visuals of lynching, had never been a su cient answer to these African
Americans for one hundred years of seemingly docile submission by four
million slaves freed in 1863 and their tens of millions of descendants. How
had so large a population of Americans disappeared into a largely unrecorded
oblivion of poverty and obscurity? They longed for a convincing explanation. I
began to realize that beneath that query lay a haunting worry within those
readers that there might be no answer, that African Americans perhaps were
simply damned by fate or doomed by unworthiness. For many black readers,
the account of how a form of American slavery persisted into the twentieth
century, embraced by the U.S. economic system and abided at all levels of
government, offered a concrete answer to that fear for the first time.
As I began the research for this book, I discovered that while historians
concurred that the South's practice of leasing convicts was an abhorrent abuse
of African Americans, it was also viewed by many as an aside in the larger
sweep of events in the racial evolution of the South. The brutality of the
punishments received by African Americans was unjust, but not shocking in
light of the waves of petty crime ostensibly committed by freed slaves and
their descendants. According to many conventional histories, slaves were
unable to handle the emotional complexities of freedom and had been
conditioned by generations of bondage to become thieves. This thinking held
that the system of leasing prisoners contributed to the intimidation of blacks
in the era but was not central to it. Sympathy for the victims, however brutally
they had been abused, was tempered because, after all, they were criminals.
Moreover, most historians concluded that the details of what really happened
couldn't be determined. O cial accounts couldn't be rigorously challenged,
because so few of the original records of the arrests and contracts under which
black men were imprisoned and sold had survived.
Yet as I moved from one county courthouse to the next in Alabama, Georgia,
and Florida, I concluded that such assumptions were fundamentally awed.
That was a version of history reliant on a narrow range of o cial summaries
and gubernatorial archives created and archived by the most dubious sources
—southern whites who engineered and most directly pro ted from the system.
It overlooked many of the most signi cant dimensions of the new forced labor,
including the centrality of its role in the web of restrictions put in place to
suppress black citizenship, its concomitant relationship to debt peonage and
the worst forms of sharecropping, and an exponentially larger number of
African Americans compelled into servitude through the most informal—and
tainted—local courts. The laws passed to intimidate black men away from
political participation were enforced by sending dissidents into slave mines or
forced labor camps. The judges and sheri s who sold convicts to giant
corporate prison mines also leased even larger numbers of African Americans
to local farmers, and allowed their neighbors and political supporters to
acquire still more black laborers directly from their courtrooms. And because
most scholarly studies dissected these events into separate narratives limited to
each southern state, they minimized the collective e ect of the decisions by
hundreds of state and local county governments during at least a part of this
period to sell blacks to commercial interests.
I was also troubled by a sensibility in much of the conventional history of
the era that these events were somehow inevitable. White animosity toward
blacks was accepted as a wrong but logical extension of antebellum racial
views. Events were presented as having transpired as a result of large—
seemingly unavoidable—social and anthropological shifts, rather than the
speci c decisions and choices of individuals. What's more, African Americans
were portrayed by most historians as an almost static component of U.S.
society. Their leaders changed with each generation, but the mass of black
Americans were depicted as if the freed slaves of 1863 were the same people
still not free fty years later. There was no acknowledgment of the e ects of
cycle upon cycle of malevolent defeat, of the injury of seeing one generation
rise above the cusp of poverty only to be indignantly crushed, of the impact of
repeating tsunamis of violence and obliterated opportunities on each new
generation of an ever-changing population outnumbered in persons and
resources.
Yet in the attics and basements of courthouses, old county jails, storage
sheds, and local historical societies, I found a vast record of original
documents and personal narratives revealing a very di erent version of events.
In Alabama alone, hundreds of thousands of pages of public documents attest
to the arrests, subsequent sale, and delivery of thousands of African Americans
into mines, lumber camps, quarries, farms, and factories. More than thirty
thousand pages related to debt slavery cases sit in the les of the Department