Rensselaer Republican, Volume 12, Number 49, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 August 1880 — Uncle Remus on Education. [ARTICLE]

Uncle Remus on Education.

As Uncle Remus came up Whitehall street yesterday, says the Atlanta Cowdir tulion, he met a little colored boy carrying a slate and a number of books. Some words passed between them, but their exact purport will probably never be known. They were unpleasant, for the attention of a wandering policeman was called to the matter by hearing the old man bawl out: “Don’t you come foolin’longer me, nigger. Youer flippin’ yo’ saas at de wrong color. You’k’n go roun* here and sass dese white pebple, an’ maybe dey*ll start* it, but w’en you come aslingiiryo’ jaw at a mau w’at-wHx gray w’en de fahmin’ days gin out, yo’ better go an’ git yo’ hidegreased.” “What’s the matter, old man?" asked a sympathizing policeman. boss, ’cep’in I ain’t gwinter hev no nigger chillun a hoopin’ and a hollerin’ at me w’en I’m gwine along de streets.” “Oh. well—school children—you know how tney are." "Dat’s wa’tmake I say wa’tl dux. Dey better be home, picken up china. Wa’t a nigger gwineter I’arn outen books? I kin take a bar*! stave, an’ fling mo’ sense inter a nigger in one minnit dan all de school houses betwixt dis en de state of Midgigin. Don’t talk honey! Wid one bar*! stave I kin fa’rly lif de vail er ignunce.” “Then you don’t believe in education ?" “Hits de ruination er dis country. Look at my gal. De ole ’oman sent ’er ter school las’ year an’ now we dassant hardly ax ’er for ter carry de washin’ home. She done got beyant ’er biznesa. I ain’t lamt nothin’ in books, ’en yit I kin count all de money I gits. No use a talkin’ boss. Put a spellin’ book in a niggers hands en right den en dar you loozes a plow hand. I done had de spe’unce un it.”