The Liberator
Inaugural Editorial by William Lloyd Garrison
1 January 1831
TO THE
PUBLIC
In the month of August,
I issued proposals for publishing "The Liberator" in Washington City; but
the enterprise, though hailed in different sections of the country, was
palsied by public indifference. Since that time, the removal of the
Genius of Universal Emancipation to the Seat of Government has
rendered less imperious the establishment of a similar periodical in that
quarter.
During my recent tour
for the purpose of exciting the minds of the people by a series of
discourses on the subject of slavery, every place that I visited gave
fresh evidence of the fact, that a greater revolution in public sentiment
was to be effected in the free States -- and particularly in
New-England -- than at the South. I found contempt more
bitter, opposition more active, detraction more relentless, prejudice more
stubborn, and apathy more frozen, than among slave-owners
themselves. Of course, there were individual exceptions to the
contrary. This state of things afflicted, but did not dishearten
me. I determined, at every hazard, to lift up the standard of
emancipation in the eyes of the nation, within sight of Bunker Hill and in
the birthplace of liberty. That standard is now unfurled; and long
may it float, unhurt by the spoliations of time or the missiles of a
desperate foe -- yea, till every chain be broken, and every bondman set
free! Let Southern oppressors tremble -- let their secret abettors
tremble -- let their Northern apologists tremble -- let all the enemies of
the persecuted blacks tremble.
I deem the publication
of my original Prospectus unnecessary, as it has obtained a wide
circulation. The principles therein inculcated will be steadily
pursued in this paper, excepting that I shall not array myself as the
political partisan of any man. In defending the great cause of human
rights, I wish to derive the assistance of all religions and of all
parties.
Assenting to the
"self-evident truth" maintained in the American Declaration of
Independence, "that all men are created equal, and endowed by their
Creator with certain inalienable rights -- among which are life, liberty
and the pursuit of happiness," I shall strenuously contend for the
immediate enfranchisement of our slave population. In Park-Street
Church, on the Fourth of July, 1829, I unreflectingly assented to the
popular but pernicious doctrine of gradual abolition. I seize
this moment to make a full and unequivocal recantation, and thus publicly
to ask pardon of my God, of my country, and of my brethren the poor
slaves, for having uttered a sentiment so full of timidity, injustice, and
absurdity. A similar recantation, from my pen, was published in the
Genius of Universal Emancipation at Baltimore, in September,
1829. My conscience is now satisfied.
I am aware that many
object to the severity of my language; but is there not cause for
severity? I will be as harsh as truth, and as uncompromising
as justice. On this subject, I do not wish to think, or to speak, or
write, with moderation. No! no! Tell a man whose house
is on fire to give a moderate alarm; tell him to moderately rescue his
wife from the hands of the ravisher; tell the mother to gradually
extricate her babe from the fire into which it has fallen; -- but urge me
not to use moderation in a cause like the present. I am in earnest
-- I will not equivocate -- I will not excuse -- I will not retreat a
single inch -- AND I WILL BE HEARD. The apathy of the people is
enough to make every statue leap from its pedestal, and to hasten the
resurrection of the dead.
It is pretended, that I
am retarding the cause of emancipation by the coarseness of my invective
and the precipitancy of my measures. The charge is not true.
On this question of my influence, -- humble as it is,-- is felt at this
moment to a considerable extent, and shall be felt in coming years -- not
perniciously, but beneficially -- not as a curse, but as a blessing; and
posterity will bear testimony that I was right. I desire to thank
God, that he enables me to disregard "the fear of man which bringeth a
snare," and to speak his truth in its simplicity and power. And here
I close with this fresh dedication:
"Oppression! I
have seen thee, face to face, And met thy cruel eye and cloudy brow,
But thy soul-withering
glance I fear not now -- For dread to prouder feelings doth give
place Of
deep abhorrence! Scorning the disgrace Of slavish knees that at thy
footstool bow, I also kneel -- but with far other vow Do hail thee and thy herd of
hirelings base: -- I swear, while life-blood warms my throbbing
veins, Still to oppose and thwart, with heart and hand,
Thy brutalising sway
-- till Afric's chains Are burst, and Freedom rules the rescued land,
-- Trampling Oppression and his iron rod: Such is the vow I take -- SO
HELP ME GOD!" [by the Scottish poet Thomas Pringle]
SOURCE: Reprinted in Wendell Phillips
Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879: The Story of His Life,
Told by His Children, vol. I (New York: The Century Company,
1885), pages 224-226.
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