of us, white and black alike, Jefferson remains an essential ancestor.
John F. Kennedy once famously addressed a group of distinguished intellectuals by saying they were the greatest gathering of brilliant thinkers to visit the White House since Jefferson dined alone. Itâs a great lineâbut I donât think Jefferson ever did dine alone. Even when no one was at the table with him, someone was cooking for him, someone was bringing him his food, and somebody was busy planning his next meal. And the chances are good that some of those people were African Americans. And it is Jeffersonâs role in the shaping of black literary and political discourse that is the subject of this book.
I hope that readers will accept my challenge to recuperate Phillis Wheatley, the first African poet in English, from the long shadow of Jeffersonâs misgivings about her gifts.
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Henry Louis Gates, Jr. Cambridge, MA February 19, 2003
The Trials of Phillis Wheatley
I t was the primal scene of African-American letters. Sometime before October 8, 1772, Phillis Wheatley, a slim, African slave in her late teens, met with eighteen gentlemen so august that they could later allow themselves to be identified publicly âas the most respectable characters in Boston.â The panel had been assembled to verify the authorship of her poems and to answer a much larger question: was a Negro capable of producing literature?
The details of the meeting have been lost to history, but I have often imagined how it
might have happened. She entered the roomâperhaps in Bostonâs Town Hall, the Old Colony Houseâcarrying a manuscript consisting of twenty-odd poems that she claims to have written. No doubt the young woman would have been demure, soft-spoken, and frightened, for she was about to undergo one of the oddest oral examinations on record, one that would determine the course of her life and the fate of her work, and one that, ultimately, would determine whether she remained a slave or would be set free. The stakes, in other words, were as high as they could get for an oral exam. She is on trial and so is her race.
She would have been familiar with the names of the gentlemen assembled in this room. For there, perhaps gathered in a semicircle, would have sat an astonishingly influential group of the colonyâs citizens determined to satisfy for themselves, and thus put to rest, fundamental questions about the authenticity of this womanâs literary achievements.
Their interrogation of this witness, and her answers, would determine not only this womanâs fate but the subsequent direction of the antislavery movement, as well as the birth of what a later commentator would call âa new species of literature,â the literature written by slaves.
Who would this young woman have confronted that day in the early autumn of 1772? At the center no doubt would have sat His Excellency Thomas Hutchinson, the governor of Massachusetts. Hutchinson, a colonial historian and a royal official, who would end his life in England as a loyalist refugee, was born in Boston into a wealthy family descended from merchants. (Anne Hutchinson was also an ancestor.) Young Thomas, we are told, preferred âreading history to playing with other childrenâ and early on became an admirer of Charles I. So precocious was he that he entered Harvard College at the age of twelve, âwhere,â his biographer tells us, âhis social standing entitled him to be ranked third in his
class.â (Even back then, grade inflation loomed on the banks of the Charles River.)
Hutchinson was the governor between 1769 and 1774. Following the Boston Tea Party, Hutchinson went to London âfor consultations.â His family joined him in exile in 1776. Just four years following this examination, he would receive an honorary degree from the University of Oxford on, of all days, July 4, 1776. Hutchinson never returned to his beloved estate
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