You’re a buncha UNCLE TOMS!

You’re a buncha UNCLE TOMS!

Now that I’m called one just about every day of my life in one place or another, let’s get something clear : I don’t mind being called an Uncle Tom for 3 reasons.

1. It makes me feel good. I must be doing something right.

2. It shows the ignorance of those labeling me with what they believe to be a derogatory term.

In fact its a badge of honor as anyone who has read the book, “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” or “Life Among the Lowly” by Harriet Beecher Stowe would agree.

Uncle Tom was not the dimwitted, foot dragging, illiterate, docile cretin most Blacks believe him to be. Uncle Tom was educated. He could read, write and take care of the master’s business locally and even in other cities.

“Well, Tom’s got the real article, if ever a fellow had,” rejoined the other. “Why, last fall I let him go to Cincinnati alone. To do business for me and and bring home five hundred dollars. ‘Tom,’ says I to him, “I trust you, because I think you’re a Christian-I know you wouldn’t cheat.”
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3. Tom is an incredible example of a Christian.

What the majority of black people don’t know is Uncle Tom lived and died a hero. He wasn’t lazy but hard working. He was intelligent but not arrogant. He didn’t flaunt his intelligence over the other slaves. In fact he was very well respected among the slave population. He was a good father and husband. And though he was tortured to death, beaten with whips by the task masters, Quimbo and Sambo, he did not give up the whereabouts of the 2 escaped slaves, Eliza and her son George.

When George (for whom Eliza child was named), his previous master found him dying in the shed where Quimbo and Sambo had left him to die, Tom uttered these words;

“Don’t call me poor fellow! I have been poor fellow; but that’s all past and gone now. I’m right in the door, going into glory! O Mas’r George! Heaven has come! I’ve got the victory! The Lord Jesus has given it to me! Glory be to his name!”

And of Simon Legree, Tom had these words, as he lay dying, in his last conversation with George, the previous master;

“O, don’t!-oh ye mustn’t. He’s a poor mis-able critter! It’s awful to think on ‘t. Oh if he only could repent, the Lord would forgive him now; but I’m feared he never will.

“I hope he won’t!” said George; “I never want to see him in heaven!”

“Hush, Mas’r George!-it worries me! Don’t feel so! He an’t done me no real harm,–only opened the gates of the kingdom for me; that’s all!”

George’s prayer after burying Tom
“Witness Eternal God! Oh witness, that from this hour, I will do what one man can to drive out this curse of slavery from my land.”

So call me an Uncle Tom any time, Quimbo, for you are doing nothing other than placing your own igorance on display. Before attempting to insult your superior intellect, try investing some time into reading for a change.

-written by David Dorty

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