Archive for March, 2018
Howard University Board of Trustees, 1888 – 1889
REV. WILLIAM W. PATTON, D. D., LL D., President.
BOARD OF TRUSTEES.
HON. SAMUEL C. POMEROY, LL. D., Washington, D. C.
GEN. CHARLES H. HOWARD, Chicago, Ill.
GEN. GEORGE W. BALLOCH, A. M., Washington, D. C.
REV. JOHN M. BROWN, D. D., L.L. D., Washington, D. C.
HON. FREDERICK DOUGLASS, LL. D., Washington, D. C.
FRANCIS H. SMITH, Washington, D. C.
ZALMON RICHARDS, Washington, D. C.
OTIS F. PRESBREY, M. D., Washington, D. C.
JOHN F. COOK, Washington. D. C.
REV. MICHAEL E. STRIEBY, D. D., New York City.
LUDLOW PATTON, New York City.
HON. THOS. J. KIRKPATRICK, Lynchburg, Va.
WILLIAM BALLANTYNE, Washington, D. C.
HON. HENRY STOCKBRIDGE, Baltimore, Md.
REV. FRANK. J. GRIMKE, Washington, D. C.
REV. WILLIAM A. BARTLETT, D. D., Washington, D. C.
ADAM S. PRATT, Washington, D. C.
REV. WILLIAM WARING, Washington, D. C.
HON. JOHN EATON, LL. D., Marietta, O.
EDWARD M. GALLAUDET, LL. D., Washington, D. C.
REV. RUSH R. SHIPPEN, D. D., Washington, D. C.
Dr. Frederick Douglass reflects on Myrtilla Miner, radical white educator and founder of Normal School for Colored Girls which became District of Columbia Teachers College
His whole come up and until his last days Dr. Frederick Douglass ran with visionary radicals of all tribes, nationalities, ethnicities, genders and faiths.
A lesser-known revolutionary, who we feel most appropriate to recognize during Women’s History Month, is none other than Myrtilla Miner, a local legend in the folklore of Old Washington City.
To keep it funky, Myrtilla Miner was counseled by Dr. Frederick Douglass to pump the brakes on her radical vision to establish a school in Washington City to educate “colored girls” in the early 1850s. Miner disregarded the advice and set up shop in Washington City, protecting her square until her death in 1864.
During his years as a Washingtonian Douglass could never pass Miner’s school without reflecting on its namesake.
You have often urged me to tell you the little (and it is but little) I remember
of Miss Myrtilla Miner, the founder of what is now the Normal School for Colored Girls in the city of Washington. The task is, in every sense, an agreeable one.
If we owe it to the generations that go before us, and to those which come after us, to make some record of the good deeds we have with in our journey through life, and to perpetuate the memory and example of those who have in a signal manner made themselves serviceable to suffering humanity, we certainly should not forget the brave little woman who first invaded the city of Washington, to establish here a school for the education of a class long despised and neglected.
As I look back to the moral surroundings of the time and place when that school was begun, and the state of public sentiment which then existed in the North as well as in the South; when I remember how low the estimation in which colored people were then held, how little sympathy there was with any effort to dispel their ignorance, diminish their hardships, alleviate their suffering, or soften their misfortunes, I marvel all the more at the thought, the zeal, the faith, and the courage of Myrtilla Miner in daring to be the pioneer of such a movement for education here, in the District of Columbia, the very citadel of slavery, the place most zealously watched and guarded by the slave power, and where humane tendencies were most speedily detected and sternly opposed.
It is now more than thirty years (but such have been the changes wrought that it seems a century) since Miss Miner, in company with Joseph and Phebe Hathaway (brother and sister), called upon me at my printing-office in Rochester, New York, and found me at work, busily mailing my paper, the North Star.
It was my custom to continue my work, no matter who came, and hence I barely looked up to give them welcome, supposing the call to be an ordinary one, perhaps of sympathy with my work, or, more likely, an act of mere curiosity, and continued. I was not long permitted, however, to treat my callers in this unceremonious way. I soon found I was in a presence that demanded my whole attention. A slender, wiry, pale (not over healthy), but singularly animated figure was before me, and startled me with the announcement that she was then on her way to the city of Washington to establish a school for the education of colored girls.
I stopped mailing my paper at once,and gave attention to what was said. I was amazed, and looked to see if the lady was in earnest and meant what she said.
“The doubt in my mind was transient. I saw at a glance that the fire of a real enthusiasm lighted her eyes, and the true martyr spirit flamed in her soul. My feelings were those of mingled joy and sadness.
Here, I thought, is another enterprise, wild, dangerous, desperate, and impracticable, destined only to bring failure and suffering. Yet I was deeply moved with admiration by the heroic purpose of the delicate and fragile person who stood, or rather moved, to and fro before me, for she would not accept a chair.
She seemed too full of her enterprise to think of her own ease, and hence kept in motion all the time she was in my office. Mr. and Miss Hathaway remained silent. Miss Miner and myself did the talking. She advocated the feasibility of her enterprise, and I (timid and faithless) opposed in all earnestness. She said she knew the South; she had lived among slave-holders; she had even taught slaves to read in Mississippi; and she was not afraid of violence in the District of Columbia.
To me, the proposition was reckless, almost to the point of madness. In my fancy, I saw this fragile little woman harassed by the law, insulted in the street, a victim of slave holding malice, and, possibly, beaten down by the mob. The fate of Prudence Crandall in Connecticut and the then recent case of Mrs. Douglass at Norfolk were be fore me; also my own experience in at tempting to teach a Sunday-school in St. Michael’s; and I dreaded the experience which, I feared, awaited Miss Miner.
My argument made no impression upon the heroic spirit before me. Her resolution was taken, and was not to be shaken or changed.
The result, I need not say, has justified her determination.
I never pass by the Miner Normal School for Colored Girls in this city without a feeling of self-reproach that I could have said aught to quench the zeal, shake the faith, and quail the courage of the noble woman by whom it was founded, and whose name it bears.
WASHINGTON, May 4, 1883.
Myrtilla Miner: A Memoir (1885)
Bender, Kim. “Myrtilla Miner’s School for African American Girls,” C-SPAN, August 30, 2017,
Special thanks to Ephrame aka “E” for his leadership as a small business owner in the community, muralist Rebeka Ryvola for her creation of a vernacular mural which captures Frederick Douglass with his local and national friends, local author Dr. Courtney Davis for organizing the picture day, Ranger Nate, Ranger Virginia and the good folks of the Frederick Douglass National Historic Site for their presence and Grahams Alley Douglassonian Tarence Bailey, Sr. of The Hill community of Old Easton, Maryland in Tablot County for coming together to make a memorable day for the neighborhood of Old Anacostia.
Thank you for your kind support!
P.S. Want to extend special thanks to those who supported the creation of the mural with in-kind donations or a financial contribution to cover costs.
Anacostia Watershed Society
Capital Community News (East of the River)
Nettie Washington Douglass
Brandon & Anna-Lee Dozier
Prof. Leigh Fought
Frager’s Hardware Store
Dr. Perry Frank
Phil Hutinet (East City Arts)
Kenneth B. Morris
Stephen “Boundary Stones Godfather” Powers
Brent & Leigh Peterson-Weiser
Principal Riddlesprigger (Ketcham Elementary School)
W Street Douglassonians
Raymond Weeden (DC Prep – Anacostia Elementary Campus)
Renowned abolitionist Frederick Douglass (1818-1895) transformed himself from a Maryland slave to an international spokesman for racial justice. Near the end of his life, he planned to retire at a newly built summer cottage in Highland Beach near Annapolis, MD. His legacy and his family’s involvement at Highland Beach created an incorporated African American town that continues to thrive until this day. Come and explore this extraordinary community together with other Fulbright members!
The agenda includes:
- Tour of the Frederick Douglass home, museum and the neighborhood
- Short film on the history of Highland Beach
- Panel discussion and a featured talk by Dr. Lawrence Jackson, Fulbright scholar and Bloomberg Distinguished Professor of English and History at Johns Hopkins University.
The Birthday Celebration will be held at the Frederick Douglass Home and Museum and Highland Beach Town Hall (about 35 miles from Downtown DC) and run from 1pm to 5pm.
NOTE: A shuttle bus from Union Station to Annapolis will be available for up to 23 participants for an additional $5. It will leave Union Station promptly at 11:30am and return riders there after the event.
For more information and tickets — HERE!
Umar Johnson’s identity theft aided by unknowing guardians of local Eastern Shore history. Be aware of this fraud. #UmarLiar. (Part 2)
In between the work of uplifting Douglassonian Studies and attempting to connect and build community I’ve prioritized addressing the identity theft of Umar Johnson, the pilfering peasant of Pan-Africanism.
Johnson must immediately cease and desist speaking the name of Douglass and Bailey out of his mouth. His lies have been aided by unknowing European Americans of the Eastern Shore who have assisted his treachery by sharing intimate local history, which is intimate Bailey family history.
My come up was along side old school librarians, back of the 70 bus griots of the Riots, Southside street corner historians and veteran editors of the Evening Star. I have standards to maintain with my research and writing. If it can’t be proven or confirmed it is a lie.
Umar Johnson is a lie. Johnson’s alarmingly false claims the “blood that ran in Frederick Douglass veins runs in my veins,” has been used to defraud folks of reportedly hundreds of thousands of dollars.
A close examination of Johnson reveals that this dirty rotten scoundrel stumbled upon a couple history articles at the far reaches of the Internet and has recycled the information anew to fit his lies and distortions. The claims he has repeated I’ve found where he got them from.
Many of the facts Johnson found he has subsequently perverted. For example Frederick (Bailey) Douglass did NOT give Stephen Henry Bailey and his wife Caroline Wilson Bailey a Bible on their 50th wedding anniversary. One of Stephen and Caroline’s sons offered the gift that would become a sacred family heirloom.
Furthermore, in reviewing a video of Johnson’s disgraceful visit to a family cemetery in Denton, Maryland in Caroline County it is clear to the historic detective I was trained to be that something is not right.
It is telling how little the blowhard Johnson knows from the little research he has done, and who really makes video upon videos of bringing students to cemeteries to hear make-believe-lectures?
While Johnson looks at the grave for his imaginary family of Stephen Henry Bailey and George Washington Bailey, a local grocer, an older European gentleman tells Johnson a story that has been passed down in local history lore. Somehow it wasn’t passed down to Johnson through his imaginary family.
At the 11:10 minute mark of the video the older European gentleman tells Johnson:
“George had a store in Denton that was burnt down.”
Johnson: “See, I didn’t know that. That’s, that’s that piece you gotta give me. See, I didn’t know that.”
Of course Johnson did NOT know that because he is NOT a Bailey. He is NOT in anyway a kinsman to Frederick (Bailey) Douglass, Stephen Henry Bailey or George Washington Bailey. All lies.
My mother has a family scroll. My father knows from where in Germany his folks came. I was told the oral history of my family since I was a little kid. I was raised to know it.
In conversations with authentic members of the Bailey Tribe the oral histories contained within the family pre-date the formation of this country.
As zealous and manic as Johnson is in holding steadfast in defense of his LIES that he is a kinsman and fake-descendant of Stephen Henry Bailey, the fact he does NOT know the oral tradition of his falsely self-clamed family and has to be told by someone outside of his family is very revealing.
This is circumstantial yet consequential evidence of the mighty fraud Johnson has perpetuated. Family historians understand what rings true and what does not.
I ask for your patience and indulgence as I gather all of my research and present my case to refute every single one of the LIES the pilfering peasant of Pan-Africanism has ever uttered about Dr. Douglass and his family and members of the Bailey Tribe.
Author, Frederick Douglass in Washington, D.C.: The Lion of Anacostia
Co-Founder, W Street Douglassonians
Also, I just spoke to some extended family of my Uncle G’s wive’s family. Come to find out I am distant descendant — not by blood but way of my father’s younger brother’s wife — of one of the poor Irish kids in Fells Point whom Frederick Bailey enlisted as an impromptu back alley teacher. See, anybody can just make anything up.
Henceforth, private life of Dr. Douglass is “without blemish,” unless scholarship & documentation proves otherwise, which it has not.
I have attended many talks about Dr. Douglass over the years. Many are under-researched, under-cooked and/or underwhelming. However, there is hope. Prof. Lawrence Jackson at Johns Hopkins University has done some groundbreaking research on “Frederick Bailey in Baltimore.”
At a recent talk in Baltimore a young Ranger from the Frederick Douglass National Historic Site discussed and addressed one of the most prevalent ongoing speculations that has hovered over the field of Douglass Studies for nearly two decades.
Ranger Brittany Hall said — to paraphrase using the words in which I received the message — that unless someone comes with some hard documentation and scholarship, the private life of Dr. Douglass is “without blemish.”
I can’t say it any better. If anyone, whether they be men who did their twenty years to return to 16th & W Street as self-studied Douglassonians or professors at Ivy League institutions, attempts to talk sideways about Dr. Douglass must be supported with proof at the ready. Otherwise all talk is unproven speculation.
Dr. Douglass’s life is for the public to examine and discuss openly, however, his private life requires a level of understanding and scholarship very few historians outside of the Douglass family and Bailey Tribe possess.
Dr. Douglass was a private man who lived in the public arena. It is a contact sport today and back in Dr. Douglass’ day branding, murder, lynchings, mental oppression was an every day thing.
Dr. Douglass does not need be unevenly exalted, worshiped or ennobled. But scholars will respect Dr. Douglass henceforth knowing that as I am concerned his private life and his marriages to Anna Murray and Helen Pitts is “without blemish.”
Tarence Bailey, Grahams Alley Douglassonian of Easton, Maryland, connects with W Street Douglassonians of Old Anacostia
On Sunday, March 18, 2018 in the year of the Frederick Douglass Bicentennial Mr. Tarence Bailey (US Army, Ret.), whose grandfather (5x) Perry Bailey was the older brother of Dr. Frederick (Bailey) Douglass and who passed in 1880 on Cedar Hill, walked the streets of Old Anacostia to connect with local inhabitants and indigenous Douglassonians.
It is not any man, or woman, person or group who can hold the time and attention of young men on the corners by chopping up the math and science of American and African history.
Mr. Bailey shared some of his experiences growing up in Easton in the 1980s and early 1990s when the area was faced with similar challenges that face Anacostia, as well as a tour he took of the Wye Plantation where ancestors of his Tribe are buried in an unmarked mass slave grave that has been maintained for longer than this country has existed. History is not something in a history book or biography to Mr. Bailey.
No firm plans were yet made to unite the two villages but it is known among tribal leaders of Old Ana the Eastern Shore mutually respects and welcomes W Street Douglassonians for a visit across the Bay to the native soil that birthed the Sage of Anacostia and America’s Pharaoh, Frederick Augustus Washington Bailey.
Mr. Bailey shared some of the differences and similarities of Old Easton and Old Anacostia. His authority and ability to speak on history was respected and openly received. The history of the Bailey Tribe is the history of this country. The history of Mr. (Bailey) Douglass on Jefferson Street is the history of Old Ana. The history of Old Ana is the history of DC. The history of DC is the history of this country.
Young men at 16th & U and some of the older-younger guys at 16th & V spoke with Mr. Bailey and expressed mutual respect and admiration for the unique and sacred Douglassonian legacy the two communities have a shared responsibility to uphold and protect.
For the purposes of local lore and the year of the Bicentennial of Frederick Douglass’ Birth it was a historic and important day for the neighborhood of Old Anacostia to host Mr. Bailey.
Frederick Douglass, Jr. letter to Simon Wolf & Simon Wolf letter to Frederick Douglass, Jr. (National Republican, 22 May, 1869)
THE QUESTION OF COLOR.
Application for a Clerkship from Frederick Douglass, jr.
Yesterday Simon Wolf, esq., the newly appointed register of deeds, received the following letter from Frederick Douglass, jr., a brother of Mr. Douglass, at the Government office, (and not the “colored printer at the Government office,” as erroneously stated in the Star of yesterday.) The letter will be read with interest at this time:
Washington, D.C., May 21, 1869.
Simon Wolf, esq., Register of Deeds:
DEAR SIR: I have the honor to request an appointment as clerk in the office of which you have the distinguished honor to be the head. I belong to that despised class which has not been known in the field of applicants for position under the Government heretofore. I served my country during the war, under the colors of Massachusetts, my own native State, and am the son of a man (Frederick Douglass) who was once held in a bondage protected by the laws of this nation; a nation, the perpetuity of which, with many others of my race, I struggled to maintain. I am by trade a printer, but in consequence of combinations entered into by printers’ unions throughout the country, I am unable to obtain employment at it. I therefore hope that you will give this, my application, the most favorable consideration.
I have the honor to be, very respectfully, your obedient servant,
FREDERICK DOUGLASS, JR.
To this letter Register Wolf made the following reply:
Washington, D.C., May 21, 1869.
Your application is before me, and has received favorable consideration. I see no reason in the world why you or your race should not have the full countenance in the struggle for progress and education, and I am particularly happy in being the means of encouraging you; for, as a descendant of a race equally maligned and prejudged, I have a feeling of common cause; and who can foresee but what the stone the builders reject may become the head stone of our political and social structure.
“The Question of Color,” 22 May, 1869. The National Republican, 1.