United States History 17A













The Confessions of Nat Turner

           The Nat Turner revolt of 1831 was the only major
          slave rebellion in the United States, but it sent such
          strong shock waves throughout southern society that its
          impact was still being felt by the time of the Civil War thirty years later..
          Many southerners believed that northern abolitionists,
          especially radicals like William Lloyd Garrison, were
          responsible for instigating the violence.  Garrison's
          anti-slavery newspaper, "The Liberator", coincidentally
          began publication in January of 1831.   How else could such
          a peaceful -- even model -- slave community like Southampton
          County, Virginia, be stirred up  to such a frenzy?
           In order to protect against further outbreaks,
          Black Codes --the laws regulating slave behavior -- were
          rigidly enforced in many places.  Censorship of newspapers
          and books became commonplace in order to prevent
          abolitionist propaganda from doing further damage.  Books
          like Uncle Tom's Cabin were actually banned from sale in
          many places in the southern states.  Apologists for slavery,
          like George Fitzhugh, whose books Cannibals All and
          Sociology for the South, became widely read in the aftermath
          of Nat Turner, went on the attack, condemning northern
          society for its exploitative capitalist excesses and
          defending the benevolent  paternalism of the typical
          southern slaveholder.
           The aftermath of the Nat Turner revolt tended to
          polarize southern opinion about slavery and abolition, and
          to make compromise all the more difficult at a time when
          compromise was crucial for the survival of the Union.
           In reading "The Confessions of Nat Turner", which
          follows, try to decide just what did motivate him.  Were
          southerners justified in blaming Garrison and other
          abolitionists for his actions? 



          The Confessions of Nat Turner
 

             Sir, -- You have asked me to give a history of
          the motives which induced me to undertake the late
          insurrection, as you call it.  To do so I must go back to
          the days of my infancy, and even before I was born.  I was
          thirty-one years of age the 2nd of October last, and born on
          the property of Benjamin Turner, of this county.  In my
          childhood a circumstance occurred which made an indelible
          impression on my mind, and laid the ground work of that
          enthusiasm, which has terminated so fatally to so many, both
          white and black, and for which I am about to atone at the
          gallows.
           Being at play with other children, when three or
          four years old, I was telling them something, when my
          mother, overhearing, said that those things had happened
          before I was born.  Others were greatly astonished when they
          heard what I had said, and this caused them to believe that
          I surely would be a prophet.  And my father and mother
          strengthened me in this, saying I was intended for some
          great purpose, because of certain marked on my head and
          breast.
           To a mind like mine, restless, inquisitive and
          observant of everything that was passing, it is easy to
          suppose that religion was the subject to which it would be
          directed, and although this subject principally occupied my
          thoughts, there was nothing that I saw or heard of to which
          my attention was not directed.  I acquired the knowledge of
          reading and writing with great ease.  To the astonishment of
          the family, one day, when a book was shown to me to keep me
          from crying, I began spelling the names of different
          objects, to the wonder of all in the neighborhood.  And this
          learning was constantly improved at all opportunities.
           I was not addicted to stealing in my youth, nor
          have I ever been, yet such was the confidence of the Negroes
          in the neighborhood, even at this early period of my life,
          in my superior judgment, that they would often carry me with
          them when they were going on any roguery, to plan for them.
           Having thus discovered to be great, I believed I
          must appear so, and therefore I studiously avoided mixing in
          society, and wrapped myself in mystery, devoting my time to
          fasting and prayer.
           By this time, having arrived at manhood, and
          hearing the scriptures commented on at meetings, I was
          struck with that particular passage which says:  "Seek ye
          the kingdom of Heaven and all things shall be added unto
          you."  I reflected much on this passage, and prayed daily
          for light on this subject.  As I was praying one day at my
          plough, the spirit -- the spirit who spoke to the prophets
          in former days -- spoke to me, saying, "Seek ye the kingdom
          of Heaven and all things shall be added unto you."  I was gr
          eatly astonished, and for two years prayed continually,
          whenever my duty would permit, and then again I had the same
          revelation, which fully confirmed me in the impression that
          I was ordained for some great purpose in the hands of the
          Almighty.
           Several years rolled round, in which many events
          occurred to strengthen me in this my belief.  At this time I
          reverted in my mind to the remarks made of me in my
          childhood, that I had too much sense to be of any use to any
          one as a slave.  Now finding I had arrived at manhood, and
          was a slave, I began to direct my attention to the great
          purpose for which I felt assured I was intended.  Knowing
          the influence I had obtained over the minds of my fellow
          slaves -- not by means of conjuring or other tricks, but by
          communicating to them the revelations of the Spirit who had
          spoken to me -- they began to believe that my wisdom came
          from God.  I now began to prepare them for my purpose, by
          telling them something was about to happen that would
          terminate in fulfilling the great promise that had been made
          to me.
           About this time I was placed under an overseer,
          from whom I ran away, and after remaining in the woods
          thirty days, I returned, to the astonishment of the Negroes
          on the plantation, who thought I had made my escape to some
          other part of the country, as my father had done before.
          But the reason of my return was, that the Spirit appeared to
          me and said I had my wishes directed to the things of this
          world, and not to the kingdom of Heaven, and that I should
          return to the service of my earthly master -- "For he who
          knoweth his Master's will, and doeth it not, shall be beaten
          with many stripes, and thus have I chastened you."  And the
          Negroes found out, and murmured against me, saying that if
          they had my sense they would not serve any master in the
          world.
           About this time I had a vision, and I saw white
          spirits and black spirits engaged in battle, and the sun was
          darkened, and the thunder rolled in the Heavens, and blood
          flowed in streams, and I heard a voice saying, "Such is your
          luck, such you are called to see, and let it come rough or
          smooth, you must surely bare it."  I now withdrew myself as
          much as my situation would permit, from the intercourse of
          my fellow slaves, for the avowed purpose of serving the
          Spirit more fully.
           And then the Spirit appeared to me again, and
          reminded me of the things it had already shown me, and then
          revealed to me the knowledge of the elements, the revolution
          of the planets, the operation of tides, and changes of the
          seasons.  After this revelation, in the year 1825,  I sought
          more than ever to obtain true holiness before the great day
          of judgment should appear, and it was then that I began to
          receive the true knowledge of faith.  And from the first
          steps of righteousness until the last, I was made perfect;
          and the Holy Ghost was with me, and said, "Behold me as I
          stand in the Heavens", and I looked and saw that there were
          lights in the sky, which were the lights of the Savior's
          hands stretched forth from east to west, even as they were
          extended on the cross on Calvary for the redemption of
          sinners.
            I wondered greatly at these miracles, and prayed
          to be informed of the meaning of them, and shortly
          afterwards, while laboring in the field, I discovered drops
          of blood on the corn, as though it were dew from heaven, and
          I then found on the leaves in the woods hieroglyphic
          characters and numbers, with the forms of men portrayed in
          blood.  And now the Holy Ghost revealed itself to me, and
          made plain the miracles it had shown me.  For as the blood
          of Christ had been shed on this earth, and had ascended to h
          eaven for the salvation of sinners, and was now returning to
          earth again in the form of dew, it was plain to me that the
          Savior was about to lay down the yoke he had borne for the
          sins of men, and great day of judgment was at hand.
           About this time I told these things to a white
          man, Ethledred T. Brantley, on whom it had a wonderful
          effect, and he ceased from his wickedness, and was attacked
          immediately with a cutaneous eruption, and blood oozed from
          the pores of his skin, and after praying and fasting nine
          days, he was healed.   And the Spirit appeared to me again,
          and said, as the Savior had been baptized so should we be
          also.  But when the white people would not let us be
          baptized by the church, we went down into the water together
          , in the sight of many who reviled us, and were baptized by
          the Spirit.  After this I rejoiced, and gave thanks to God.
           On the 12th of May, 1828, I heard a loud noise in
          the heavens, and the Spirit instantly appeared to me and
          said the Serpent was loosened, and Christ had laid down the
          yoke he had borne for the sins of men, and that I should
          take it on and fight against the Serpent, for the time was
          fast approaching when the first should be last and the last
          should be first.  By signs in the heavens it would make
          known to me when I should commence the great work, but until
          the first sign appeared, I should conceal it from the
          knowledge of men.
           And on the appearance of the sign -- the eclipse
          of the sun last February -- I arose and prepared myself to
          slay my enemies with their own weapons.  And immediately on
          the sign appearing in the heavens, the seal was removed from
          my lips, and I communicated the great work laid out for me
          to do, to four in whom I had the greatest confidence --
          Henry, Hark, Nelson, and Sam.  It was intended by us to have
          begun the work of death on the 4th of July last, but I fell
          sick, and the time passed without our coming to any
          determination how to commence.
           Since the commencement of 1830, I had been living
          with Mr. Joseph Travis, who was to me a kind master, and
          placed the greatest confidence in me.  In fact I had no
          cause to complain of his treatment to me.  On Saturday
          evening, the 20th of August, it was agreed between Henry,
          Hark and myself, to prepare a dinner the next day for the
          men we expected, and then to create a plan, as we had not
          yet determined on any.  Hark, on the following morning,
          brought a pig, and Henry brandy, and being joined by Sam,
          Nelson, Will and Jack, they prepared in the woods a dinner,
          where, about three o'clock, I joined them.
           It was quickly agreed we should commence at Mr.
          Travis' on that night, and until we had armed and equipped
          ourselves, and gathered sufficient force, neither age nor
          sex was to be spared.  We remained at the feast until about
          two hours in the night, when we went to the house and found
          Austin.  They all went to the cider press and drank, except
          myself.  Hark got a ladder and set it against the chimney,
          on which I ascended, and hoisting a window, entered and came
          downstairs, unbarred the door, and removed the guns from
          their places.  It was then observed that I must spill the
          first blood.  Therefore, armed with a hatchet and
          accompanied by Will, I entered my master's chamber.   It
          being dark I could not give a death blow.  The hatchet
          glanced from his head, and he sprang from the bed and called
          his wife.  It was his last word.  Will laid him dead with a
          blow of his axe, and Mrs. Travis shared the same fate, as
          she lay in bed.  The murder of this family, five in number,
          was the work of a moment.  Not one of them awoke.  There was
          a little infant sleeping in a cradle, that was forgotten,
          until we had left the house and gone some distance.  Henry
          and Will returned and killed it.  We took, here, four guns
          that would shoot, and several old muskets, with a pound or
          two of powder.
           We remained some time at the barn, where we
          paraded.  I formed them in a line as soldiers, and after
          carrying them through all the maneuvers I was master of,
          marched them off the Mr. Salathul Francis', about six
          hundred yards distant.   Sam and Will went to the door and
          knocked.  Mr. Francis asked who was there, and Sam replied
          it was him, and that he had a letter for him.  He got up and
          came to the door, and they immediately seized him, and
          dragging him out a little from the door, he was dispatched
          by repeated blows on the head.  There was no other white
          person in the family.
           We started from there for Mrs. Reese's,
          maintaining the most perfect silence on our march, where,
          finding the door unlocked, we entered, and murdered Mrs.
          Reese in her bed while sleeping.  From Mrs. Reese's we went
          to Mrs. Turner's, a mile distant, which we reached about
          sunrise on Monday morning.  Henry, Austin, and Sam, went to
          the still, where, finding Mr. Peebles, Austin shot him, and
          the rest of us went to the house.  As we approached, the
          family discovered us, and shut the door.  Vain hope!  Will,
          with one stroke of his axe, opened it, and we entered and
          found Mrs. Turner and Mrs. Newsome in the middle of a room,
          almost frightened to death.  Will immediately killed Mrs.
          Turner with one blow of his axe.  I took Mrs. Newsome by the
          hand and with my sword struck her several blows over the
          head, but not being able to kill her, because the sword was
          dull, Will dispatched her also.  A general destruction of
          property and search for money and ammunition always
          succeeded the murders.

           (This behavior continued uninterrupted into the
          afternoon, the rebellion gathering more and more slave
          participants as it proceeded.)

           Usually I took my station in the rear, and as it
          was my object to carry terror and devastation wherever we
          went, I placed fifteen or twenty of the best armed and most
          relied on in front, who generally approached the houses as
          fast as their horses could run.  This was for two purposes,
          to prevent escape and to strike terror to the inhabitants.
          Because of this, I never got to the houses until the murders
          were committed, except in the one case related earlier.   We
          immediately thereafter went in quest of other victims.
           Having murdered Mrs. Waller and ten children, I
          determined on starting for Jerusalem.  Our number amounted
          now to fifty or sixty, all mounted and armed with guns,
          axes, swords and clubs.  On reaching Mr. James W. Parker's
          gate, immediately on the road leading to Jerusalem, and
          about three miles distant, we were met by a party of white
          men, who had pursued our blood-stained track.  Immediately
          on discovering the whites, I ordered my men to halt and
          form, as they appeared to be alarmed.  The white men, eight
          een in number, approached us to within about one hundred
          yards when they opened fire.  Several of my bravest men were
          wounded, and the others became panic struck and squandered
          over the field.  The white men pursued and fired on us
          several times.  Hark had his horse shot under him, and I
          caught another for him as it was running by me.  Finding
          myself defeated here, I instantly determined to go through a
          private way, and cross the Nottoway river at the Cypress
          Bridge, three miles below Jerusalem, and attack that place
          in the rear.
           On my way back, I called at Mrs. Thomas's, Mrs.
          Spencer's, and several other places, but the white families
          having fled, we found no more victims to gratify our thirst
          for blood.  We stopped at Major Ridley's quarter for the
          night, and being joined by four of his men, with the
          recruits made since my defeat we mustered now about forty
          strong.  After placing out sentinels, I laid down to sleep,
          but was quickly roused by a great racket.   One of the
          sentinels had given the alarm that we were about to be attac
          ked, so I ordered some to ride round and reconnoiter, and on
          their return many were alarmed, not knowing who the
          attackers were,  and so fled in different ways.   Thus I was
          reduced to about twenty again.  I do not know what became of
          them, as I never saw them afterwards.
           Pursuing our course back and coming in sight of
          Captain Harris' place, we discovered a party of white men at
          the house, at which time all deserted me but two, Jacob and
          Nat.  We concealed ourselves in the woods until near night,
          when I sent them in search of Henry, Sam, Nelson, and Hark,
          and directed them to rally all they could, at the place we
          had had our dinner the Sunday before, where they would find
          me.  I accordingly returned there as soon as it was dark and
          remained until Wednesday evening, when, discovering white
          men riding around the place as though they were looking for
          some one, and one of my men joining me, I concluded Jacob
          and Nat had been taken, and compelled to betray me.
           On this I gave up all hope for the present, and
          on Thursday night, after having supplied myself with
          provisions from Mr. Travis's, I scratched a hole under a
          pile of fence rails in a field, where I concealed myself for
          six weeks, never leaving my hiding place but for a few
          minutes in the dead of night to get water, which was very
          near.  Thinking that after this amount of time that I could
          venture out, I began to go about in the night and eavesdrop
          on the houses in the neighborhood.  I Pursued this course f
          or about a fortnight, but gathered little or no
          intelligence.  I was afraid of speaking to any human being,
          and returned every morning to my cave before the dawn of
          day.
           I know not how long I might have led this life,
          if accident had not betrayed me.  A dog in the neighborhood,
          passing by my hiding place one night while I was out, was
          attracted by some meat I had in my cave, and crawled in and
          stole it, and was coming out just as I returned.  A few
          nights after, two Negroes went out hunting with the same
          dog.  They passed that way just as I had gone out to walk
          about, and the dog discovered me and barked.    Thinking
          myself discovered, I spoke to them to beg concealment, but
          on making myself known, they fled from me.  Knowing then
          they would betray me, I immediately left my hiding place,
          and was pursued almost incessantly until I was taken a
          fortnight afterwards by Mr. Benjamin Phipps, in a little
          hole I had dug out with my sword, for the purpose of
          concealment, under the top of a fallen tree.  On Mr. Phipps'
          discovering the place of my concealment, he cocked his gun
          and aimed at me.  I requested him not to shoot and I would
          give up, upon which he demanded my sword.  I delivered it to
          him, and he brought me to prison.   I am here loaded with
          chains, and willing to suffer the fate that awaits me.
 

                22nd August, 1831   The Commonwealth vs. Nat
          Turner  :
            Charged with making insurrection, and plotting
          to take away the                 lives of divers free white
          persons.

           The prisoner was brought in and arraigned, and
          pleaded Not guilty , saying to his counsel that he did not
          feel so.  Col. Trezvant was introduced, who being sworn,
          narrated Nat's Confession to the court.  The prisoner
          introduced no evidence, and the case was submitted without
          argument to the court, who having found him guilty, Jeremiah
          Cobb, Esq., Chairman, pronounced the sentence of the court,
          in the following words:
           Attend then to the sentence of the Court.  Your
          have been arraigned and tried before this court, and
          convicted of one of the highest crimes in our criminal code.
          You have been convicted of plotting in cold blood, the
          indiscriminate destruction of men, of helpless women, and of
          infant children.  The evidence before us leaves not a shadow
          of doubt, but that your hands were often imbrued in the
          blood of the innocent.   And your confession tells us that
          they were stained with blood of a master -- in your own
          language -- "too indulgent".  Could I stop here, your crime
          would be sufficiently aggravated.  But you managed to
          deprive us of many of our most valuable citizens, and this
          was done when they were asleep, and defenseless, under
          circumstances shocking to humanity.  Your only justification
          is, that you were led away by fanaticism.  If this be true,
          from my soul I pity you.   But while you have my sympathies,
          I am, nevertheless, called upon to pass the sentence of the
          court.  The time between this and your execution will
          necessarily be very short, and your only hope must be in
          another world.  The judgment of the court is, that you be
          taken hence to the jail from whence you came, thence to the
          place of execution, and on Friday next, between the hours of
          10 A.M. and 2 P.M. be hung by the neck until you are dead!
          dead! dead!  And may the Lord have mercy upon your soul.

            *From  The Confessions of Nat Turner.  Thomas
          R.Gray, publisher. (Baltimore: 1831)


         Recollections of  Harriet Jacobs*
 

          Not far from this time Nat Turner's insurrection
          broke out, and the news threw our town into great commotion.
          Strange that they should be alarmed, when their slaves were
          so "contented and happy"!  But so it was.
           By sunrise, people were pouring in from every
          quarter within twenty miles of the town.  I knew the houses
          were to be searched; and I expected it would be done by
          country bullies and the poor whites.  It was a grand
          opportunity for the low whites, who had no Negroes of their
          own to scourge.  They exulted in such a chance to exercise a
          little brief authority, and show their subserviency to the
          slave-holders; not reflecting that the power which trampled
          on the colored people also kept themselves in poverty,
          ignorance, and moral degradation.
           Those who never witnessed such scenes can hardly
          believe what I know was inflicted at this time on innocent
          men, women, and children, against whom there was not the
          slightest ground for suspicion.  Colored people and slaves
          who lived in remote parts of the town suffered in an
          especial manner.  In some cases the searchers scattered
          powder and shot among their clothes, and then sent other
          parties to find them, and bring them forward as proof that
          they were plotting insurrection.  Everywhere men, women, and
          children were whipped till the blood stood in puddles at
          their feet.  Some received five hundred lashes; others were
          tied hands and feet, and tortured with a buckling paddle,
          which blisters the skin terribly.  The dwellings of the
          colored people, unless they happened to be protected by some
          influential white person, who was nigh at hand, were robbed
          of clothing and everything else the marauders thought worth
          carrying away.   All day long these unfeeling wretches went
          round, like a troop of demons, terrifying and tormenting the
          helpless.  At night they formed themselves into patrol
          bands, and went wherever they chose among the colored
          people, acting out their brutal will.  Many women hid
          themselves in woods and swamps, to keep out of their way.
          If any of the husbands or fathers told of these outrages, they were tied
          up to the public whipping post, and cruelly scourged for
          telling lies about white men.  The consternation was
          universal.  No two people that had the slightest tinge of
          color in their faces dared to be seen talking together.
           Towards evening the turbulence increased.  The
          soldiers, stimulated by drink, committed still greater
          cruelties.  Shrieks and shouts continually rent the air.
          Not daring to go to the door, I peeped under the window
          curtain.  I saw a mob dragging along a number of colored
          people, each white man with his musket upraised, threatening
          instant death if they did not stop their shrieks.  Among the
          prisoners was a respectable old colored minister.  They had
          found a few parcels of shot in his house, which his wife had
          for years used to balance her scales.  For this they were
          going to shoot him on Court House Green.  What a spectacle
          was that for a civilized country!  A rabble, staggering
          under intoxication, assuming to be the administrators of
          justice!
           The better class of the community exerted their
          influence to save the innocent, persecuted people; and in
          several instances they succeeded, by keeping them shut up in
          jail till the excitement abated.  At last the white citizens
          found that their own property was not safe from the lawless
          rabble they had summoned to protect them.  They rallied the
          drunken swarm, drove them back into the country, and set a
          guard over the town.
           The next day, the town patrols were commissioned
          to search colored people that lived out of the city; and the
          most shocking outrages were committed with perfect impunity.
          Every day for a fortnight, if I looked out, I saw horsemen
          with some poor panting Negro tied to their saddles, and
          compelled by the lash to keep up with their speed, till they
          arrived at the jail yard.  Those who had been whipped too
          unmercifully to walk were washed with brine, tossed into a
          cart, and carried to jail.
           The wrath of the slaveholders was somewhat
          appeased by the capture of Nat Turner.  The imprisoned were
          released.  The slaves were sent to their masters, and the
          free were permitted to return to their ravaged homes.
          Visiting was strictly forbidden on the plantations.  The
          slaves begged the privilege of again meeting at their little
          church in the woods, with their burying ground around it.
          It was built by the colored people, and they had no higher
          happiness than to meet there and sing hymns together, and
          pour out their hearts in spontaneous prayer.  Their request
          was denied, and the church was demolished.



                   *From Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl,
          Lydia Maria Child, ed.  (Boston: 1861), pp. 97 - 104.
 
 
 
 

 

 

Revised November 12, 2003
by Tom Gallup, e-mail address: [email protected]
West Valley College
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