An error here in the letter. Stratford Hall is the home of the Lees of Virginia and Arlington Hall is the home of Robert E. Lee. Lee was born in Stratford Hall.
This letter was sent certified to Rawlings along with copies to all 14 Dallas city council members.
October
15, 2017
Edward
H. Sebesta
edwardsebesta@gmail.com
Mayor
Mike Rawlings
City of
Dallas
Mayor and
City Council City of Dallas
1500
Marilla St.
Dallas,
TX 75201
Dear Hon.
Rawlings:
I regret
to see that the Task Force on Confederate Monuments didn’t include the
one-third replica of Lee’s plantation house, Stratford, at Oak Lawn Park in its
deliberation.
The
replica Stratford was understood to be an important part of promoting the idea
that Robert E. Lee was a hero by the Dallas Southern Memorial Association
(DSMA).
The DSMA
in the forwards written by their presidents explain sometimes directly and
sometimes less directly that the purpose of Robert E. Lee Park was to oppose
the civil rights movement.
The
replica Stratford is not a plantation house in general but a specific
plantation house where slavery was practiced and the plantation house of Robert
E. Lee. It serves to normalize both Robert E. Lee and antebellum slavery in the
United States and excuse Robert E. Lee’s practice of slavery. I enclose an account of Lee having runaway
slaves punished, and how horrible the use of salt and brine in these
punishments were. These are the terrors in history than plantation weddings
ignore.
I see no
good reason why this wasn’t included in the agenda of the Task Force on
Confederate monuments. It is a Confederate monument. In fact it is worse than
Confederate statues since when it is used people are directly engaged in it.
I don’t
think the city of Dallas should be engaged directly or indirectly in the
plantation wedding business and this replica plantation house needs to be
addressed. It also should not be addressed as is done in some cases by having
some token African American cultural event.
Sincerely
Yours,
Edward
H. Sebesta
CC:
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Mayor Pro Tem
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Dwaine Caraway
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Mayor and City Council
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Dallas City Hall
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Deputy Mayor Pro Tem
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Adam Medrano
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Mayor and City Council
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Dallas City Hall
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District 1 Council Member
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Scott Griggs
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Mayor and City Council
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Dallas City Hall
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District 3 Council Member
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Casey Thomas II
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Mayor and City Council
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Dallas City Hall
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District 5 Council Member
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Rickey D. Callahan
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Mayor and City Council
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Dallas City Hall
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District 6 Council Member
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Omar Narvaez
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Mayor and City Council
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Dallas City Hall
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District 7 Council Member
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Kevin Felder
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Mayor and City Council
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Dallas City Hall
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District 8 Council Member
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Tennell Atkins
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Mayor and City Council
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Dallas City Hall
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District 9 Council Member
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Mark Clayton
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Mayor and City Council
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Dallas City Hall
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District 10 Council Member
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B. Adam McGough
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Mayor and City Council
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Dallas City Hall
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District 11 Council Member
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Lee Kleinman
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Mayor and City Council
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Dallas City Hall
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District 12 Council Member
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Sandy Greyson
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Mayor and City Council
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Dallas City Hall
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District 13 Council Member
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Jennifer Staubach Gates
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Mayor and City Council
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Dallas City Hall
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District 14 Council Member
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Philip T. Kingston
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Mayor and City Council
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Dallas City Hall
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This is the account which I enclosed with the mailing.
Robert E.
Lee Has His Slaves Whipped and Brine Poured Into the Wounds
The following account if from the
book, “Slave Testimony: Two Centuries of Letters, Speeches, and Interviews, and
Autobiographies,” edited by John W. Blassingame. It is published by Louisiana
State University Press, Baton Rouge 70893.
[Page 467]
Newspaper and Magazine Interviews,
1864‑1938
WESLEY NORRIS
Interviewed, 1866(?), b. Virginia,
Enslaved: Virginia
It has frequently been represented
by the friends and admirers of Robert E. Lee, late an officer in the rebel
army, that, although a slaveholder, his treatment of his chattels was
invariably kind and humane. The subjoined statement, taken from the lips of one
of his former slaves, indicates the real character of the man:
"My name is Wesley Norris; I
was born a slave on the plantation of George Parke Custis; after the death of
Mr. Custis, Gen. Lee, who had been made executor of the estate, assumed control
of the slaves, in number about seventy; it was the general impression among the
slaves of Mr. Custis that on his death they should be forever free; in fact
this statement had been made to them by Mr. C. years before; at his death we
were informed by Gen. Lee that by the conditions of the will we must remain
slaves for five years; I remained with Gen. Lee for about seventeen months,
when my sister Mary, a cousin of ours, and I determined to run away, which we
did in the year 1859; we had already reached Westminster, in Maryland, on our
way to the North, when we were apprehended and thrown into prison, and Gen. Lee
notified of our arrest; we remained in prison fifteen days, when we were sent
back to Arlington; we were immediately taken before Gen. Lee, who demanded the
reason why we ran away; we frankly told him that we considered ourselves free;
he then told us he would teach us a lesson we never would forget; he then
ordered us to the barn, where, in his presence, we were tied firmly to posts by
a Mr. Gwin, our overseer, who was ordered by Gen. Lee to strip us to the waist
and give us fifty lashes each, excepting my sister, who received but twenty; we
were accordingly stripped to the skin by the overseer, who, however, had
sufficient humanity to decline whipping us; accordingly Dick Williams, a county
constable, was called in, who gave us the number of lashes ordered; Gen. Lee,
in the meantime, stood by, and frequently enjoined Williams to 'lay it on
well,' an injunction which he did not fail to heed; not satisfied with simply
lacerating our naked flesh, Gen. Lee then ordered the overseer to thoroughly
wash our backs with brine, which was done. After this my cousin and myself were
sent to Hanover.
The torment
of salt or brine in wounds.
Mr. Norris’ account though
descriptive doesn’t really express what is was like to have salt or brine put
in your open wounds. Being a victim he probably would not like to describe his
own behavior. I am not exactly an expert on torture and its psychological
impact on its victims. The following
historical record gives a very accurate description.
This is from
page 147 in the book, “An Empire for Slavery: The Peculiar Institution in
Texas, 1821-1865,” by Randolph B. Campbell, Louisiana State University Press,
Baton Rouge, LA. It is an account of whipping by a white women remembering a
childhood experience. The primary reference is Am. Slave, Supp., Ser. 2, IV,
1120-21, (Mollie Dawson). This book in the same section has the description of
whippings and its use in slave life. The language is offensive and the event is
ghastly. It is provided here so that the reader know the brutal reality of
antebellum slave life.
“This white
man was whipping him and the blood was all over this nigger and he was saying
"o, master, o, master, I pray you not to hit me any more. Oh, Lordy, oh,
Lordy, has mercy on me. Master, please has mercy on me, please has mercy."
But this man wouldn't stop a minute and spits tobacco juice and cuss him and
then starts in whipping him again. This nigger was jumping around on the
ground all tied up, just like a chicken when you chops his head off when this
man was whipping him and when the white folks would stop awhile this nigger
would lay there and roll from side to side and beg for mercy.
I runs off a
good piece when this white folks started whipping him and stopped and looks
back at him, I was so scared that I just stood there and watched him till he
quit. Then he tells some of the slaves to wash him off and put salt in the cut
places and he stood there to watch them to see that they did. He was chewing his
tobacco, spitting and cussing that nigger and when they gets him washed off and
puts salt in the raw places he sure did scream and groan.
But when he
groaned they just keeping putting the salt in to the wounds on his poor old
beat up body.
The first thing
that I know my father was patting me on the back and said, "Honey, you
better run along home now," and I sure did and I didn't go back over there
any more. That was the only slave I ever saw get a whipping.”
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