They steal. You think they paid a fair price? Or did they take it like they took everything else? I guess Paul Mooney can add museums to that short list of Caucasian inventions. In death, in Ms. Before then, Ms. Baartman, the alive and breathing person, was displayed publicly in London after being lied to and lured from her native South Africa by a visiting English surgeon, William Dunlop who was convinced Londoners would be willing to pay a nice shilling to ogle at Ms.
Then after the exploitation and interest there waned, Ms. Baartman was sold to a French animal trainer, S. Reaux who for fifteen months further exploited Ms. Baartman in Paris, suffering her the same circus fate, and again, as with London, after public interest abated, Ms.
Baartman abandoned, and further descending her, this time into prostitution and alcohol abuse. She died only five years after her initial abduction and horrific time spent on European lands at age Almost years after such abduction, Ms. Baartman arrived back on her native soil on May 6, Nearest was an enslaved African who after being sold to Tennessee from Maryland, was then rented out by his master to a Reverend and distiller named Dan Call.
Nearest most likely learned his craft and recipe of distilling liquor from his African father or maybe it was one of his plantation comrades. Juxtapose that to the concurrent trajectory of a young white man orphaned age of 16 named Jack Daniel and hired to work as a chore boy for the same Dan Call at the same plantation distillery. Over time, the good reverend, after being conflicted, or rather confronted by his congregation about being a so-called man of the cloth and making moonshine on his property, I guess enslaving Africans was sanctioned by God decided to stop serving two masters, and instead turn one operation over to, not the master distiller, the one responsible for producing such fine spirits, the former enslaved African, Nathan Green, but to the former chore boy, but more importantly the Caucasian chore boy, Jack Daniel.
And Nathan, I guess, just a negro grateful enough to be employed and kept on even if only a master distiller, the times being the brutal Reconstruction Era and all. And as for the descendants of Nearest Green? Not even close. Claude Eady did not retire a millionaire.
