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The labor-intensive agriculture of the New World demanded a large workforce. Crops such as sugar cane, tobacco and cotton required an unlimited and inexpensive supply of strong backs to assure timely production for the European market. Slaves from Africa offered the solution. The slave trade between Western Africa and the America's reached its peak in the mid-18th century when it is estimated that over 80,000 Africans annually crossed the Atlantic to spend the rest of their lives in chains. Of those who survived the voyage, the final destination of approximately 40% was the Caribbean Islands. Thirty-eight percent ended up in Brazil, 17% in Spanish America and 6% in the United States.

Young boys wait to be loaded
aboard a slave ship

It was a lucrative business. A slave purchased on the African coast for the equivalent of 14 English pounds in bartered goods in 1760 could sell for 45 pounds in the American market.

A slave's journey to a life of servitude often began in the interior of Africa with his or her capture as a prize of war, as tribute given by a weak tribal state to a more powerful one, or by outright kidnapping by local traders. European slave traders rarely ventured beyond Africa's coastal regions. The African interior was riddled with disease, the natives were often hostile and the land uncharted. The Europeans preferred to stay in the coastal region and have the natives bring the slaves to them.

Dr. Alexander Falconbridge served as the surgeon aboard a number of slave ships that plied their trade between the West African coast and the Caribbean in the late 1700s. He described his experiences in a popular book published in 1788. He became active in the Anti-Slavery Society and was appointed Governor of a colony established for freed slaves on the coast of modern-day Sierra Leone. His service was brief as he died in 1788 shortly after his appointment. We join his story as he describes the process through which the native African looses his freedom:

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"There is great reason to believe, that most of the Negroes shipped off from the coast of Africa, are kidnapped. But the extreme care taken by the black traders to prevent the Europeans from gaining any intelligence of their modes of proceeding; the great distance inland from whence the Negroes are brought; and our ignorance of their language (with which, very frequently, the black traders themselves are equally unacquainted), prevent our obtaining such information on this head as we could wish. I have, however, by means of occasional inquiries, made through interpreters, procured some intelligence relative to the point. . . . From these I shall select the following striking instances: While I was in employ on board one of the slave ships, a Negro informed me that being one evening invited to drink with some of the black traders, upon his going away, they attempted to seize him. As he was very active, he evaded their design, and got out of their hands. He was, however, prevented from effecting his escape by a large dog, which laid hold of him, and compelled him to submit. These creatures are kept by many of the traders for that purpose; and being trained to the inhuman sport, they appear to be much pleased with it.

I was likewise told by a Negro woman that as she was on her return home, one evening, from some neighbors, to whom she had been making a visit by invitation, she was kidnapped; and, notwithstanding she was big with child, sold for a slave. This transaction happened a considerable way up the country, and she had passed through the hands of several purchasers before she reached the ship.

A man and his son, according to their own information, were seized by professed kidnappers, while they were planting yams, and sold for slaves. This likewise happened in the interior parts of the country, and after passing through several hands, they were purchased for the ship to which I belonged. It frequently happens that those who kidnap others are themselves, in their turns, seized and sold.

. . . During my stay on the coast of Africa, I was an eye-witness of the following transaction: a black trader invited a Negro, who resided a little way up the country, to come and see him. After the entertainment was over, the trader proposed to his guest, to treat him with a sight of one of the ships lying in the river. The unsuspicious countryman readily consented, and accompanied the trader in a canoe to the side of the ship, which he viewed with pleasure and astonishment. While he was thus employed, some black traders on board, who appeared to be in the secret, leaped into the canoe, seized the unfortunate man, and dragging him into the ship, immediately sold him.

The preparations made at Bonny by the black traders, upon setting out for the fairs which are held up the country, are very considerable. From twenty to thirty canoes, capable of containing thirty or forty Negroes each, are assembled for this purpose; and such goods put on board them as they expect will be wanted for the purchase of the number of slaves they intend to buy.

When their loading is completed, they commence their voyage, with colors flying, and music playing; and in about ten or eleven days, they generally return to Bonny with full cargoes. As soon as the canoes arrive at the trader's landing place, the purchased Negroes are cleaned, and oiled with palm-oil; and on the following day they are exposed for sale to the captains.

A device used to control
unruly slaves

When the Negroes, whom the black traders have to dispose of, are shown to the European purchasers, they first examine them relative to their age. They then minutely inspect their persons, and inquire into the state of their health, if they are afflicted with any infirmity, or are deformed, or have bad eyes or teeth; if they are lame, or weak in their joints, or distorted in the back, or of a slender make, or are narrow in the chest; in short, if they have been, or are afflicted in any manner, so as to render them incapable of much labor; if any of the foregoing defects are discovered in them, they are rejected. But if approved of, they are generally taken on board the ship the same evening. The purchaser has liberty to return on the following morning, but not afterwards, such as upon re-examination are found exceptionable.

The traders frequently beat those Negroes which are objected to by the captains, and use them with great severity. It matters not whether they are refused on account of age, illness, deformity, or for any other reason. At New Calabar, in particular . . . the traders, when any of their Negroes have been objected to, have dropped their canoes under the stern of the vessel, and instantly be headed them, in sight of the captain.

As soon as the wretched Africans, purchased at the fairs, fall into the hands of the black traders, they experience an earnest of those dreadful sufferings which they are doomed in future to undergo. . . . They are brought from the places where they are purchased to Bonny, etc. in canoes; at the bottom of which they lie, having their hands tied with a kind of willow twigs, and a strict watch is kept over them. Their usage in other respects, during the time of the passage, which generally lasts several days, is equally cruel. Their allowance of food is so scanty, that it is barely sufficient to support nature. They are, besides, much exposed to the violent rains which frequently fall here, being covered only with mats that afford but a slight defense; and as there is usually water at the bottom of the canoes, from their leaking, they are scarcely ever dry."

References:
This eyewitness account appears in Falconbridge, Alexander, An Account of the Slave Trade on the Coast of Africa (1788); Curtin, Phillip D. Atlantic Slave Trade (1969); Matheson, William Law, Great Britain and the Slave Trade, 1839-1865 (1967).

jueves, 8 de junio de 2017

¿Qué han hecho los romanos por nosotros?

La vida de Brian - ¿Qué han hecho los romanos por nosotros?

Biggus Dickus https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kx_G2a2hL6U

Patrick Stewart sketch: what has the ECHR ever done for us?

Yes Minister explains the EEC (EU)

https://repelisgo.com/pelicula/ben-hur-jZSMDy

https://repelisgo.com/pelicula/spartacus-rrS2o6

Spartacus 1960 Original Soundtrack - 14 Homeword Bound (Stereo)

"Monty Python's Fliegender Zirkus". Emitido en 1971 para la televisión alemana Filosofía y fútbol

miércoles, 11 de enero de 2017

The Graham Norton Show

https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Graham_Norton_Show

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rBevKOiYDFc

viernes, 30 de diciembre de 2016

Easter, 1916

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easter,_1916

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLt_OuzW9n0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1t-L8HozVEw

When you are old (1893) de Yeats

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYJzRfLR50E

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ttlSOHESJE

W.B. Yeats
Cuando estés vieja
Cuando estés vieja y gris, llena de sueño,
junto al fuego, quedándote dormida,
leé este libro sin prisa recordando
tu lánguida mirada de ojos hondos.

Cuántos se enamoraron de tu gracia
y juraron amor a tu belleza,
pero hubo uno que amó tu rara alma
y la tristeza de tus muchos rostros.

Y reclinándote junto a las brasas
susurrá, un poco triste, que el Amor
huyó ya más allá de las montañas
y que escondió su cara en las estrellas.

When You Are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

(1893)

Cuando estés vieja y cansada, y vencida por el sueño

Cuando estés vieja y cansada, y vencida por el sueño,

Y dormitando junto al fuego tomes este papel,

Y lentamente leas, y sueñes con la dulce belleza

Que tus ojos tuvieron antaño, y también con sus sombras profundas.

Cuántos amaron tus momentos de alegre dulzura,

Y amaron tu belleza con amor sincero o falso,

Pero sólo un hombre amó en ti tu alma peregrina

Y también las tristezas de tu rostro cambiante.

Y cuando, inclinada junto a las barras candentes,

Murmures, con cierta tristeza, cómo el amor huyó

Y escapó allí arriba por los montes,

Y escondió su rostro entre un tropel de estrellas.

(1893)

The Second Coming (1920) de Yeats

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Second_Coming_(poem)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEunVObSnVM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5-K3dSex9k

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QI40j17EFbI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMqaYxvy7Wc

The Second Coming
William Butler Yeats (Irlanda, 1865-1939)
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

El Segundo Advenimiento
Girando y girando en un círculo creciente
El halcón no puede oír al halconero;
Todo se desmorona; no resiste el pilar;
La anarquía se adueña del mundo entero,
La marea sanguinolenta se ha desatado, y en todas partes
La ceremonia de la inocencia es ahogada;
Los mejores carecen de toda convicción, mientras que los peores
Están llenos de energía apasionada.

Seguramente alguna revelación está cerca;
Seguramente el Segundo Advenimiento está cerca.
El Segundo Advenimiento! Tan pronto han salido esas palabras de mi boca
Cuando ya una vasta imagen procedente del Spiritus Mundi
Turba mi vista: en algún lugar en las arenas del desierto
Una forma con cuerpo de león y cabeza humana,
De mirada vacía e implacable como el sol,
Mueve sus pausados muslos, mientras a su alrededor
Revolotean las sombras de las indignadas aves del desierto
La oscuridad cae de nuevo; pero ahora sé
Que veinte siglos de pétreo sueño
Fueron atormentados hasta la pesadilla por el mecer de una cuna,
¿Y que tosca bestia, su hora al fin llegada,
Se arrastra hacia Belen para nacer?