Today as I watched from the window of my house, I saw one of my white overseers almost beat a slave man to death. The overseer beat the slave in one of his gangs (and for quite a good reason) because he tripped while working on draining the marshlands for the sugar canes (I like to grow sugar more than cotton because cotton ruins the soil quicker than anything I’ve ever grown) and completely made a mess of everything. He knocked over another slave, who knocked over another slave, and it was just a huge train reaction. It broke up the entire gang. I thought “That stupid animal! I might as well hire animals, because they can’t be any more incompetent than these slaves I received.” If the slaves weren’t still reproducing the Southern economy, as we know it, would be gone because congress made a ban against the importation and exportation of slaves from Af
rica in 1808. I wish we could use the immigrants instead of blacks, but they don’t come down here often. Besides, they want to be paid, and that would cut into our profit.
Cecilia just came in here and told me about what this crazy abolitionist John Brown did two days ago. Apparently a group of pro-slavery men entered Lawrence, where they burned the Free State Hotel, destroyed two printing presses, and looted homes and stores. In retaliation, crazy abolitionist John Brown led a group of men to an attack at Pottawatomie Creek. The group, which of course included four of Brown's sons (probably brainwashed), dragged five proslavery men from their homes and beat them to death. Can you believe they had the nerve? If only I could meet this crazy John Brown, I’d beat him and his insane sons to death.
While I am gone, I am leaving my wife in charge of the plantation. My wif
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