It was the 28th of October, 1830, in the morning,
when my feet first touched the Canada shore.
I threw myself on the ground, rolled in the sand,
seized handfuls of it and kissed them...."

– Rev. Josiah Henson

 

     England formally abolished slavery across most of its empire in 1833, but British North America, particularly what is now Southwestern Ontario, was already a haven for those seeking freedom, thanks to Lt.-Gov. John Graves Simcoe.

     One of those slaves was named Josiah Henson, who arrived at Fort Erie from Buffalo with his wife Nancy and four children Oct. 28, 1830. No one could possibly have known it, but that family's flight to the land of the Northern Star – Upper Canada – would have far-reaching consequences on both sides of the border.

     Although a preacher, Henson could neither read nor write, but he lost little time in learning. In 1849, he published his autobiography: “The Life of Josiah Henson, Formerly a Slave, Now an Inhabitant of Canada, as Narrated by Himself.”

     It's a fascinating – and at times utterly horrifying – look at his life, both as a slave and a free man. He detailed the almost unbelievable cruelty of the “peculiar institution”, as it was known in the South, as well as how he went about starting the Dawn Settlement in Kent County, Ontario, for others like himself.

     An abolitionist named Harriet Beecher Stowe read the book, and used thinly disguised elements of it in “Uncle Tom's Cabin”, published in 1852. That book created a furore in both the Northern and Southern states when it was published, and helped light the fuse that exploded into the Civil War.

     Meanwhile, Henson was active in the Underground Railway, personally guiding as many as 100 escaping slaves to freedom. Some joined the growing settlement at Dawn, with its dream of self-sufficiency. Others went to Buxton, Puce, Colchester, Amherstburg.

     But he did more than that. When the Rebellions of 1837 – supported by expansionist-minded American interests – erupted in Upper and Lower Canada (present day Ontario and Quebec), Henson captained the men of the 2nd Essex Company of Coloured Volunteers. Among other things, they helped defend Fort Malden (Amherstburg) for six months, repelling three assaults and, in January 1838, capturing a grounded rebel schooner by wading through the ice-filled, chest-high waters of the Detroit River.

     Henson would later write: “The coloured men were willing to help defend the government that had given them a home when they had fled from slavery.”

     Furthermore, he set up sawmills and a woodworking business, which helped support the community, taught farming techniques to those who didn't know them, and established the British-American Institute, one of the first trade schools in the country.

     Josiah Henson died in 1883 at 93, but his legacy remains in the five-acre site near his original homestead. The house he built has been restored to its original state, and other historic buildings have been added, along with an interpretative centre and museum.

     The site is a testament to one man's unquenchable spirit, the freedom he sought – and found – in his adopted country … and the horrors that he overcame.

* * *

     It was a beautiful July afternoon, but The Redhead and I left the museum under a pall.

     The barbarous artefacts of slavery – shackles, whips, spiked iron collars, proclamations, photos – had by turns enraged, saddened and tormented us. Most of all, we were ashamed of our race.

     As we strolled around the grounds, we saw a middle-aged African-American couple; I couldn't look them in the eye.

     They must have noticed me taking photos though, because soon after, as we were inspecting the tiny British Methodist Episcopal church, they came in and asked if I'd mind taking a portrait of them, standing either side of the lectern, with their own camera. I was happy to oblige.

     Then we chatted for a while. They were from Florida, visiting relatives in Michigan, and on a pilgrimage to the Canadian terminals of the Underground Railway – Dresden, Buxton, Puce, Fort Malden, Windsor.

     Despite the abominations that they too had just witnessed in the museum, they had the generosity of spirit not to despise us for our white faces. Under similar circumstances, I doubt I could have mustered such grace. We parted with handshakes, well-wishes and a smile.

     And the pall lifted just a bit.

 

Bust of Rev. Josiah Henson

 

Henson house -- the real "Uncle Tom's Cabin"

  

Routes of the Underground Railway

 

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Comment by Ron Powell on February 21, 2019 at 3:41pm

 "An abolitionist named Harriet Beecher Stowe read the book, and used thinly disguised elements of it in “Uncle Tom's Cabin”, published in 1852."

She never traveled south of the Mason-Dixon line, yet was able to capture, with a high degree of accuracy the essence of the conditions in which slaves were kept and forced to endure....

Her liberal "borrowing" from sources such as the Henson autobiography is clearly a reason for such accuracy in her depictions....

Good post, timely, and well dome....

Thanks

Comment by Tom Cordle on February 21, 2019 at 5:57pm

I confess I'd never heard of this man, and his courage goes without saying, but I'm glad you said it.

Years before the movie Twelve Years A Slave came out, I came across this passage from Solomon Northup's book:

“If it had not been for my beloved violin, I scarcely can conceive how I could have endured the long years of bondage. It was my companion, triumphing loudly when I was joyful, and uttering soft melodious consolations when I was sad.”

That moved me to write this song:

My Violin Weeps For Me

How long, how long will this pain go on?

How long till I’m finally free?

I cried for years … now I’m all out of tears

So my violin weeps for me

When, oh when, will my suffering end

When will they just let me be?

I used to cry … now my tears have run dry

So my violin weeps for me

Why, oh why, can’t I just up and die?

Why must I live in misery?

I cried so long … now my tears are all gone

So my violin weeps for me

I cried for years … now I’m all out of tears

So my violin weeps for me

Comment by koshersalaami on February 21, 2019 at 6:39pm

Thank you for this

Comment by koshersalaami on February 21, 2019 at 6:41pm

By the way, White bigots would not visit that site. That couple wasn’t dealing with a random White population. 

Comment by Maui Surfer on February 21, 2019 at 7:30pm

HERO

Comment by Boanerges on February 22, 2019 at 8:33am

I just highlighted some events of this remarkable man's life, Ron. There's so much more. And I hadn't realized Stowe was never in the South, so thanks for that detail. She did a genius job.

Yes, he was courageous, Tom -- and passed that down the generations. His great-grandson served with the Canadian Expeditionary Force in the First World War and is buried under a military gravestone on the site. Your song is very evocative. Wish I had that kind of talent.

Thanks, Kosh. The sad truth is that there remains an undercurrent of bigotry in this region, whether it's against African-Canadians or First Nations or Catholics or Middle East refugees. Makes me ill (and my reactions get me into trouble on occasion).

He was that, Maui. Thanks for reading.

Comment by Maui Surfer on February 23, 2019 at 8:21am

"helped light the fuse that exploded into the Civil War."

In a media world where books were king, this "novel" helped change the world, two heroes here, Henson and Stowe.

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