This is a humbling  story of a lady who was a slave, her story is worth sharing with others, her testimony of Christ and her experience ought to be remembered. [with minor edits]

Born in Slavery: Slave Narratives from the Federal Writers’ Project, 1936-1938
South Carolina Narratives, Volume XIV, Part 2
Interview with ex-slave, pg. 226
Project #-1655
Jessie A. Butler
Charleston, S. C.

INTERVIEW WITH EX-SLAVE

On July 6th, I interviewed Susan Hamlin, ex-slave, at 17 Henrietta street, Charleston, S. C. She was sitting just inside of the front door, on a step leading up to the porch, and upon hearing me inquire for her she assumed that I was from the Welfare office, from which she had received aid prior to its closing. I did not correct this impression, and at no time did she suspect that the object of my visit was to get the story of her experience as a slave. During our conversation she mentioned her age. “Why that’s very interesting, Susan,” I told her, “If you are that- old you probably remember the Civil War and slavery days.” “Yes Ma’am, I been a slave myself,” she said, and told me the :following story:

“I kin [can] remember some things like it was yesterday, but I is 104 years old now, and age is starting to get me, I can’t remember everything like I use to. I getting old, old, you know I is old when I been a grown woman when the Civil War broke out. I was hired out then, to a Mr. McDonald, who lived on Atlantic Street, and I remembers when de [the] first shot was fired, and the shells went right over de [the] city. I got seven dollars a month for looking after children, not taking them out, you understand, just minding them. I did not get the money, Mausa [Master] got it.”  “Don’t you think that was fair?’i I asked. “If you were fed and clothed by him, shouldn’t he be paid for your work?” ~”Course it been fair” she answered, “I belong to him and he got to get something to take care of me.”

“My name before I was married was Susan Calder, but I married a man name Hamlin. I belonged to Mr. Edward Fuller, he was president of the First National Bank. He was a good man to his people till de [the] Lord took him. Mr. Fuller got his slaves by marriage. He married Miss Mikell., a lady what lived on Edisto Island, who was a slave owner, and we lived on Edisto on a plantation. I don’t remember de [the] name cause when Mr. Fuller got to be president of de [the] bank we come to Charleston to live. He sell out the plantation and say them (the slaves) that want to come to Charleston with him could come and them what wants to stay can stay on the island with his wife’s people. We had our choice. Some is come and some is stay, but my ma and us children come with Mr. Fuller.

We lived on St. Philip street. The house still there, good as ever, I go ’round there to see it all de [the] time; the cistern still there too, where we use to sit ’round and drink the cold water, and eat, and talk and laugh. Mr. Fuller have lots of servants and the ones he didn’t need hisself he hired out. The slaves had rooms in the back, the ones with children had two rooms and them that didn’t have any children had one room, not to cook in but to sleep in. They all cooked and ate downstairs in the hall that they had for the colored people. I don’t know about slavery but I know all the slavery I know about, the people was good to me. Mr. Fuller was a good man and his wife’s people been grand people, all good to their slaves. Seem like Mr. fuller just git his slaves so he could be good to dem [them]. He made all the little colored chillin [children] love him. If you don’t believe they loved him what they all cry, and scream and holler for when dey [they] hear he dead? Oh, Mausa [Master] dead, my Mausa [Master} dead, what I going to do, my Mausa [Master] dead. Dey [They] tell dem [them] t’aint no use to cry, dat [that] can’t bring him back, but de chillen [children] keep on crying. We used to call him Mausa [Master] Eddie but he name Mr. Edward Fuller, and he sure was a good man.”

A man come here about a month ago, say he from de [the] Government, and dey [they] send him to find out ’bout slavery. I give him most a book, and what he give me? A dime. He ask me all kind of questions. He ask me dis [this] and he ask me dat [that], didn’t de [the] white people do dis [this]. and did dey [they] do dat [that], but Mr. Fuller was a good man, he was sure good to me and all his people, dey [they] all like him, God bless him, he in de [the] ground now but I ain’t going to let nobody lie on him. You know he good when even the little chillen [children] cry and holler when he dead. I tell you dey [they] couldn’t just fix us up any kind of way when we going to Sunday School. We had to be dressed nice, if you pass him and you ain’t dress to suit him he send you right back and say to your ma to see dat [that] you dress right. Dey [They] couldn’t send you out in de [the] cold barefoot neither.

I ‘member one day my ma want to send me wid [with] some milk for her sister-in-law what live ’round de [the] corner. I fuss cause it cold and say ‘how you going to send me out wid [with] no shoe and it cold?’ Mausa [Master] hear how I talking and turn he back and laugh, den [then] he call to my ma to gone in de house and find shoe to put on my feet and don’t let him see me barefoot again in cold weather.

When de war start going good and de [the] shell fly over Charleston he take all us up to Aiken for protection. Talk. ’bout marching through Georgia, dey [they] sure march through Aiken, soldiers was everywhere.

“My ma had six children, three boys and three girls, but I de [the] only one left, all my white people and all de [the] colored people gone, not a soul left but me. I ain’t been sick in 25 year’s. I is near my church and I don’t miss service any Sunday, night or morning. I kin [can] walk wherever I please, I can walk to de [the] Battery [bakery] if I want to. The Welfare use to help me but dey [they] shut down now, I can’t find out if dey [they] going to open again or not. Miss (Mrs.) Buist and Miss Pringle, dey [they] help me when I can go there but all my own dead”

“Were most of the masters kind?” I asked. “Well you know’, she answered, “times den [then] was just like dey [they] is now some was kind and some was mean; heaps of wickedness went on just de [the] same as now. All my people was good people. I see some wickedness and I hear ’bout all kinds of t’ings [things] but you don’t know whether it was lie or not. Mr. Fuller been a Christian man.” “Do you think it would have been better if the negroes had never left Africa?” was the next question I asked. no Ma’am,” (emphatically) dem [them] heathen didn’t have no religion. I tell you how I t’ink [think] it is. The Lord made t ‘ree [three] nations the white, the red and the black, and put dem [them] in different places on de [the] earth where dey [they] was to stay.· Dose [those] black ignoramuses in Africa forgot God, and didn’t have no religion and God blessed and prospered the white people dat [that] did remember him and sent dem [them] to teach de [the] black people even if dey [they] have to crab [grab] dem [them] and bring dem [them] into bondage till dey [they] learned some sense. The Indians for got God and dey [they] had to be taught better so dey [the] land was taken away from dem [them]. God sure bless and prosper de [the] white people and He put de [the] red and de [the] black people under dem [them] so dey [they] could teach dem [them] and bring dem [them] into sense wld [with] God. Dey [they] had to get dere [there] brains right, and honor God, and learn uprightness wid [with] God cause ain’t He make you, and ain’t His Son redeem you and save you wld [with] His precious blood. You kin [can] plan all de [the] wickedness you want and pull hard as you choose but when the Lord mek [make] up His mind you is to change, He can change you dat quick (snapping her fingers) and easy. You got to believe on Him if it tek [take] bondage to bring you to your knees.

You know I is got converted. I been in Big Bethel {church) on my knees praying under one of de [the] preachers. I see a great, big, dark pack on my back, and it had me all bent over and my shoulders drawn down, all hunch up. I look up and I see de [the] glory, I see a big beautiful light, a great light, and in de [the] middle is de [the] Sabior {Savior}, hanging so (extending her arms) just like He died. Den [then] I gone to praying good, and I can feel de [the] sheckles (shackles) loose up and moving and de [the] pack fall off. I don’t know where it went to, I see de [the] angels in de [the] Heaven, and hear dem [them] say ‘Your sins are forgiven I scream and fell off so. (Swoon.) When I come to dey [they] has laid me out straight and I know I is converted cause you can’t see no such sight and go on like you is before. I know I is still a sinner but I believe in de [the] power of God and I trust his Holy name. Den [Then] dey [they] put me wid [with] de [the] seekers but I know I is already saved.”

“Did they take good care of the slaves when their babies were born?” she was asked. “If you want chickens for fat (to fatten) you got feed dem [them],” she said with a smile, “and if you want people to work dey [they] got to be strong, you got to feed dem [them] care of dem [them] too. If dey [they] can’t work, it come out of your pocket.

Lots of’ wickedness gone on in dem [them] days, just as it do now, some good, some mean, black and white, it just dere [there] nature, if dey [they] good dey [they] going to be kind to everybody, if dey [they] mean dey [they] going to be mean to everybody. Sometimes chillen [children] was sold away from dey [their] parents. De [The] Mausa {Master] would come and say “Where Jennie”, tell um to put clothes on dat [that] baby, I want um. He sell de [the] baby and de [the] ma scream and holler you know how dey [they] cayry on. Geneally (generally) dey [they] sold it when de ma wasn’t dere [there]. Mr. Fuller didn’t sell none of us, we stay wid [with] our ma’s till we grown I stay wid [with] my ma till she dead.

“You know I is mix blood, my grandfather bin a white man and my grandmother a mulatto. She been marry to a black so dat how I get fix like I is. I got both blood, so how I going to quarrel wld [with] either side?”

SOURCE: Interview with Susan Hamlin, 17 Henrietta street.

NOTE* Susan lives with a mulatto family of the better type. The name is Hamlin not Hamilton, and her name prior to her marriage was Calder not Collins. I paid particular attention to this and had them spell the names for me. I would judge Susan to be in the late nineties but she is wonderfully well preserved. She now claims to be 104 years old.

Direct link:
Butler, J. A. The Library of Congress: American Memory. Ex-Slave interviews. Interview with: Susan Hamlin