The Capture, Sack, Rape and Destruction of the City of Columbia
Newly made graves were opened, the coffins taken out, broken open, in
search of buried treasure, and the corpses left exposed. Every spot in
grave yard or garden, which seemed to have been recently disturbed, was
sounded with sword, or bayonet, or ramrod, in their desperate search
after spoil. These monsters of virtuous pretension [bold italics,
mine], with their banner of streaks and spangles overhead, and sworn to
the Constitution, which they neither understand nor read, never once
forget the greed of appetite which has distinguished Puritanic New
England for three hundred years; and, lest they might forget, the
appetite is kept lively by their women – letters found upon their dead,
or upon prisoners, almost invariable appealing to them to bring home the
gauds and jewelry, even the dresses of the Southern women, to deck the
fond feminine expectants at home, whom we may suppose to be all the
while at their devotions, assailing Heaven with prayer in behalf of
their thrice blessed cause and country.
The march of the enemy into our State was characterized by such scenes
of brutality, license, plunder and general conflagration, as very soon
showed that the threat of the Northern press, and of their soldiery,
were not to be regarded as mere brutum fulmen. Day by day, brought to
the people of Columbia tidings of newer atrocities committed, and a
wider and more extended progress. Daily did long trains of fugitives
line the roads, with wives and children, and horses and stock and
cattle, seeking refuge from the wolfish fury which pursued. Long lines
of wagons covered the highways. Half naked people cowered from the
winter under bush tents in the thickets, under the eaves of houses,
under the railroad sheds, and in old cars left there along the route.
All these repeated the same story of brutal outrage and great suffering,
violence, poverty and nakedness.
Habitation after habitation, village
after village – one sending up its signal flames to the other, presaging
for it the same fate – lighted the winter and midnight sky with crimson
horrors. . . . Where the families still ventured to remain, they were,
in most instances, so tortured by insult, violence, robbery and all
manner of brutality, that flight became necessary, and the burning of
the dwelling soon followed the flight of the owner. No language can
describe the sufferings of these fugitives, or the demonic horrors by
which they were pursued; nor can any catalogue furnish an adequate
detail of the wide-spread destruction of homes and property. Granaries
were emptied, and where the grain was not carried off, it was strewn to
waste under the feet of their cavalry or consigned to the fire which
consumed the dwelling.
The negroes were robbed equally with the whites
of food and clothing. The roads were covered with butchered cattle,
hogs, mules and the costliest furniture. Nothing was permitted to
escape. Valuable cabinets, rich pianos, were not only hewn to pieces,
but bottles of ink, turpentine, oil, whatever could efface or destroy,
upon which they could conveniently lay hands, was employed to defile and
ruin. Horses were ridden into the houses. Sick people were forced
from their beds, to permit the search after hidden treasures. In
pursuit of these, the most diabolic ingenuity was exercised, and the
cunning of the Yankee, in robbing, proved far superior to that of the
negro for concealment. The beautiful homesteads of the parish country,
with their wonderful tropical gardens, were ruined; ancient dwellings of
black cypress, one hundred years old, which had been reared by the
fathers of the republic – men whose names were famous in Revolutionary
history – were given to the torch as recklessly as were the rudest
hovels; the ancient furniture was hewn to pieces; the costly collections
of China were crushed wantonly under foot; choice pictures of works of
art, from Europe; select and numerous libraries, objects of peace
wholly, were all destroyed.
The summer retreats, simple cottages of
slight and unpretending structure, were equally devoted to the flames,
and, where the dwellings were not destroyed – and they were only spared
while the inhabitants resolutely remained in them – they were robbed of
all their portable contents, and what the plunderer could not bear away,
was ruthlessly hewn to pieces. The inhabitants, black no less than
white, were left to starve, compelled to feed only upon the garbage to
be found in the abandoned camps of the enemy. The corn scraped up from
the spots where the horses fed, has been the only means of life left to
thousands but lately in affluence. It was the avowed policy of the
enemy to reach our armies through the sufferings of their women and
children – to starve out the families of those gallant soldiers whom
they had failed to subdue in battle.
We have been told of successful outrages of this unmentionable character
being practiced upon women [rapes] . . . . Many are understood to have
taken place in remote country settlements, and two cases are described
where young negresses were brutally forced by the wretches and
afterwards murdered – one of them being thrust, when half dead, head
down, into a mud puddle, and there held until she was suffocated. . . .
We need, for the sake of truth and humanity, to put on record, in the
fullest types and columns, the horrid deeds of these marauders upon all
that is pure and precious – all that is sweet and innocent – all that is
good, gentle, gracious, dear and ennobling – within the regards of . . .
Christian civilization.
[Mayor Goodwyn] while walking with the Yankee General, heard the report
of a gun. Both heard it, and immediately proceeded to the spot. There
they found a group of soldiers, with a stalwart young negro fellow lying
dead before them on the street, the body yet warm and bleeding.
Pushing it with his feet, Sherman said, in his quick, hasty manner,
“What does this mean, boys?” The reply was sufficiently cool and
careless. “The d___d black rascal gave us his impudence, and we shot
him.” “Well, bury him at once! Get him out of sight!” As they passed
on, one of the party remarked, “Is that the way, General, you treat such
a case?” “Oh!” said he, “we have no time for courts-martial and things
of that sort!”
will this history be repeated in our lifetime?
ReplyDeleteWe pray not, but any attempt will be met by force that wasn't possible/available back then.
DeleteThat's the only saving grace, which is what has probably been why such Plans have been put on hold.
ReplyDeleteYes and I can't imagine, in my wildness dreams, the government trying to accomplish this in one fell swoop, as it would be disastrous.
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