Who says you can’t still learn stuff from your high school teachers decades after graduation? On March 1, Bob Barone, who was the theater director and also, I think, occasionally taught English where my sister and I attended high school, posted this update on our Facebook Revolution reunion group page:
“This Thursday, March 5, is the anniversary of The Boston Massacre and the death of Crispus Attucks who was the inspiration for ‘That All Men Shall Be Free’ sung so beautifully by Jim Betton and Doreen Lee. ‘But there was no calm in streets in Boston Town that 5th of March.’ ”
Attucks was the first of five colonists killed by British soldiers (“regulars”) in 1770, and the first African-American. His father was an African brought to Massachusetts as a slave, his mother was a member of the Wampanoag tribe. The younger Attucks was owned by William Brown, but escaped a year before 1750, when Brown placed an ad in the Boston Gazette.
“Ran away from his Master William Brown from Framingham, on the 30th of Sept. last, a Molatto Fellow, about 27 Years of age, named Crispas, 6 Feet two Inches high, short curl’d Hair, his Knees nearer together than common: had on a light colour’d Bearskin Coat.”
Brown’s ad included a carrot and a stick. The carrot was a reward of 10 pounds (about $1,200 today). The stick was a warning to ship captains to not provide him refuge. Historians think a few ship captains did just that, and that Attucks worked as a ropemaker and did other seafaring sorts of things on whaling ships.
There are conflicting reports of what happened that March 5. (You can more partisan accounts from Team Colonist’s side here and Team Redcoat’s here ).
So, the first American to die in the Revolutionary war was – get ready for it – black. (Yes, I know his mother was Native. But given that – per William Brown – Attucks fit the description of a runaway slave, I’m going to call him black.)
My people – the Jewish ones in this instance – have a custom of remembering the anniversary of a person’s death. The Jews who scattered to Germany, France, England and Eastern Europe after the Romans expelled us from our original stomping grounds call it “yahrzeit,” a Yiddish word. Jews who scattered closer to home – Italy, Tunisia, Yemen, Spain – call it “Anos” in Ladino, the language they spoke. I’ll be lighting one in memory of my father tomorrow night.
Today, though, is Crispus Attucks’ anos. Or his yahrzeit. It’s a Jewish Potato/potahto thing.
On a more serious note, I can’t help but think we in the United States of America be better off as a country if more people remembered that a first-generation immigrant-by-force and person of color was one of the first to die defending its sovereignty.