Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves, Volume XI, North Carolina Narratives, Part 2

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</SPAN></span></p> <div class='left'> <table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="tinajohnson"> <tr><td align='left'>N.C. District:</td><td align='left'>No. 2</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Worker:</td><td align='left'>Mary A. Hicks</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>No. Words:</td><td align='left'>346</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Subject:</td><td align='left'>TINA JOHNSON</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Story teller:</td><td align='left'>Tina Johnson</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Editor:</td><td align='left'>Daisy Bailey Waitt</td></tr> </table></div> <p class="figcenter" style="width: 408px;"> <SPAN href="images/image020a.jpg"> <ANTIMG src="images/image020.jpg" width-obs="408" height-obs="600" alt="Tina Johnson [TR: Man named Tina, or wrong photo.]" title="Tina Johnson [TR: Man named Tina, or wrong photo.]" /></SPAN><span class="caption">Tina Johnson [TR: Man named Tina, or wrong photo.]</span></p> <hr style="width: 25%;" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</SPAN></span></p> <h2> TINA JOHNSON<br/> Ex-Slave Story</h2> <h4>An interview with Tina Johnson 85, S. Bloodworth Street, Raleigh.</h4> <p>"I wuz bawned in Richmon', Georgia 'round eighty-five years ago. My mammy wuz named Cass an' my father, dat is my step-father wuz named John Curtis. I got de name of Johnson frum Gen'l Johnson, I doan know who my real daddy wuz.</p> <p>"My mammy belonged ter a Mis' Berry who wuz pretty good ter her, but we ain't had nothin' but de coarsest food an' clothes. I had one brother name Dennis an' me an' him wucked wid de others in de cotton patch.</p> <p>"We had done moved nigh Augusta when Sherman come, an' Sherman's sister wuz a-livin' in Augusta. Dat's de reason dat Sherman missed us, case he ain't wantin' ter 'sturb his sister none.</p> <p>"I ain't seed nary a Yankee, but fer two days an' nights I hyard de guns roarin' an' felt de earth shakin' lak a earthquake wuz hittin' it. De air wuz dark an' de clouds hunged low, de whole earth seemed ter be full of powder an' yo' nostrils seemed lak dey would bust wid de sting of it.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</SPAN></span></p> <p>"Atter de surrender we stayed on an' went through de Ku Klux scare. I know dat de Ku Kluxes went ter a nigger dance one night an' whupped all of de dancers. Ole Marster Berry wuz mad, case he ain't sont fer' em at all an' he doan want dem.</p> <p>"Seberal year's atter de war mammy married John Curtis in de Baptist church at Augusta, an' me an' Dennis seed de ceremony. I pulled a good one on a white feller 'bout dat onct. He axed me if I knowed dat my pappy an' mammy wuz married 'fore I wuz borned. I sez ter him dat I wonder if he knows whar his mammy an' pappy wuz married when he wuz borned.</p> <p>"We comed ter Raleigh 'fore things wuz settled atter de war, an' I watches de niggers livin' on kush, co'nbread, 'lasses an' what dey can beg an' steal frum de white folkses. Dem days shore wuz bad."</p> <hr style="width: 95%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />