Charles W. Chesnutt,
The Marrow of Tradition — XXXIV.
(1901)
“ At such a time, in the white man's eyes, a negro's courage would be mere desperation; his love of liberty, a mere animal dislike of restraint. Every finer human instinct would be interpreted in terms of savagery. Or, if forced to admire, they would none the less repress. They would applaud his courage while they stretched his neck, or carried off the fragments of his mangled body as souvenirs, in much the same way that savages preserve the scalps or eat the hearts of their enemies.But concern for the fate of Josh and his friends occupied only a secondary place in Miller's mind for the moment. ”
