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IMG_0136Brown University to Examine Debt to Slave Trade

March 13, 2004

http://www.nytimes.com/2004/03/13/education/13BROW.html

PROVIDENCE, R.I., – When Ruth J. Simmons became the president of Brown University nearly three years ago, one striking fact could not be overlooked.

A great-granddaughter of slaves, Dr. Simmons was the first African-American president of an Ivy League university. But the 240-year-old university she was chosen to lead had early links to slavery, with major benefactors and officers of it having owned and traded slaves.

“It certainly didn’t escape me, my own past in relationship to that,” Dr. Simmons said. “I sit here in my office beneath the portrait of people who lived at a different time and who saw the ownership of people in a different way. You can’t sit in an office and face that every day unless you really want to know, unless you really want to understand this dichotomy.”

Now, Dr. Simmons, whose office is in a building constructed by laborers who included slaves, has directed Brown to start what its officials say is an unprecedented undertaking for a university: an exploration of reparations for slavery and specifically whether Brown should pay reparations or otherwise make amends for its past.

Dr. Simmons has appointed a Committee on Slavery and Justice, which will spend two years investigating Brown’s historic ties to slavery; arrange seminars, courses and research projects examining the moral, legal and economic complexities of reparations and other means of redressing wrongs; and recommend whether and how the university should take responsibility for its connection to slavery.

Dr. Simmons, one of 12 children of an East Texas tenant farmer and a house cleaner, said she was motivated by a sense that the multifaceted subject of reparations had too often been reduced to simplistic and superficial squabbles.

Brown University’s Debt to Slavery

October 23, 2006

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/23/opinion/23mon3.html?ex=1319256000&en=0246e986680a3947&ei=5090&partner=rssuserland&emc=rss

A long-awaited report on Brown University’s 18th-century links to slavery should dispel any lingering smugness among Northerners that slavery was essentially a Southern problem.

The report establishes that Brown did indeed benefit in its early years from money generated by the slave trade and by industries dependent on slavery. It did so in an era when slavery permeated the social and economic life of Rhode Island. Slaves accounted for 10 percent of the state’s population in the mid-18th century, when Brown was founded, and Rhode Island served as a northern hub of the trans-Atlantic slave trade, mounting at least 1,000 voyages that carried more than 100,000 Africans into slavery over the course of a century.

The Brown report is the latest revelation that Northern businesses and institutions benefited from slavery. Countless other institutions might be surprised, and ashamed, if they dug deeply into their pasts as Brown has over the past three years.

The Committee on Slavery and Justice, composed of faculty, students and administrators, found that some 30 members of Brown’s governing board owned or captained slave ships, and donors sometimes contributed slave labor to help in construction. The Brown family owned slaves and engaged in the slave trade, although one family member became a leading abolitionist and had his own brother prosecuted for illegal slave trading. The college did not own or trade slaves.

The hard question is what to do about it. The committee makes sensible recommendations — creating a center for the study of slavery and injustice, rewriting Brown’s history to acknowledge the role of slavery, creating a memorial to the slave trade in Rhode Island, and recruiting more minority students. Other proposals are more problematic. But the value of this exercise was to illuminate a history that had been “largely erased from the collective memory of our university and state.”

Steering Committee on Slavery and Justice

Today.

http://www.brown.edu/Research/Slavery_Justice/

In 2003, Brown University President Ruth Simmons appointed a Steering Committee on Slavery and Justice.  The committee, which included faculty members, undergraduate and graduate students, and administrators, was charged to investigate and to prepare a report about the University’s historical relationship to slavery and the transatlantic slave trade.  It was also asked to organize public programs that might help the campus and the nation reflect on the meaning of this history in the present, on the complex historical, political, legal, and moral questions posed by any present-day confrontation with past injustice. The Committee presented its final report to President Simmons in October 2006. On February 24, 2007, the Brown Corporation endorsed a set of initiatives in response to the Committee’s report.

ktravula’s comments: Brown has become the first Ivy League institution to come to terms with its slaving past. It is not only commendable, but admirable. I won’t be surprised if it influenced the movement of Professor Chinua Achebe to the old institution to join other members of staff like Ama Ata Aidoo of Ghana.

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The Trip to Boston

I never knew this could happen to me, and although I had a dream back in Ibadan where I found myself running helter-skelter through an airport lobby trying not to miss my flight, I didn’t see it coming. Right now as I sit here in the lobby at Brown Inn, I look to my right to find the same black jacket that I saw myself holding as I ran in the dream breathlessly through an unidentified airport in pursuit of a closing flight, and I realize that I have been played by nature, again.

I wrote the above paragraph at 9.13am this morning, in Providence, when I discovered a few minutes earlier that contrary to my headstrong assumption, I would indeed be flying of out Boston Logan Airport to St Louis and not the TF Green Airport in Providence, Rhode Island. Here is why that was a problem: I was running late, and the Brown University administration provided only one shuttle from the Inn to Boston which was free of charge. It had left at 8 o’clock, one hour earlier, taking with it all the other FLTAs whose flight left at 11.10am like me. The only reason why I was not on that shuttle was that I did not confirm my departure airport and I naively assumed all the while that I would be flying out from the airport at Providence which was just a 20mins drive from Brown University. Now, there was a problem. Boston was about two hours away, I didn’t have any cash to pay to a driver that must now be called to pick me up and take me to the airport as fast as possible. I sat down by my laptop in the lobby and started a blog post that was supposed to explain my dilemma. Truth was, I already had a dream in which I found myself running late for an important flight. Now, it was beginning to seem that today would be the manifestation of that nightmare. I had been up since 6am, and all I could have done was just to look at my ticket and confirm the departure airport. It wouldn’t have taken a minute. I didn’t, and I was about to suffer the consequences.

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In a few minutes, while I was still trying to blog about my predicament – after all there was nothing else to do but hope that the taxi cab driver made it on time, or else – he came, and after agreeing on price and means of payment, ushered me into the beautiful black Cadillac, and we headed out to Boston, leaving Providence behind. It was a VIP ride, and we arrived on time, travelling at about 80miles/hour (128km/hour). We arrived at Logan at around 10.30am, and I had enough time to check in. I tried to blog again afterwards, and was punished by the now erratic airline Wifi server when all the page disappeared, leaving only my earlier paragraph from the morning. Thinking back, I realized how hard it could have been if I had discovered this error only after I had arrived at TF Green airport, and presented my flying ticket to the security. By then, it would be too late, and right now, I would still be sitting down in a cab, or an airport lobby waiting for another flight to St. Louis while upsetting the already planned programme of my host at Edwardsville who no doubt would have been waiting for me at the Airport Arrival point with my name on a large card. That is not counting the cash I would have had to pay for missing my flight. I didn’t get off easy on this one anyway. A good cut of my allowance in traveller’s check has now gone to pay for that trip, even though I wouldn’t say that it wasn’t worth it. It was my fault after all.

One good thing – a few of them actually – however happened on my way to Boston. Having all the back seat to myself while my (very friendly and courteous) driver/chauffeur called me “Sir” all the time and attended to my every need, I brought out the Season 5 of my favourite TV show, Boston Legal (which I bought some three days back at the Mall in Providence) and sat back to enjoy the series. In some little but profound way, it felt nice to be watching Boston Legal again. Only this time, it is while sitting comfortably at the back of a Cadillac, and travelling to Boston.

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Wrapping up. Thanks Providence!

Downtown Providence

Just like it began on Wednesday August 12, all the days of my orientation at Brown University, Providence, Rhode Island has come to an end, and I now have to pack my bags and head to the American Midwest where a different and more practical challenge awaits me. But like I wished when I began, I have now discovered that having a blog would help me stay committed to finding time every day to reflect on what the day means to me, and my Fulbright program. This travelogue now mandates me to find time everyday of my trip to share what is happening to me at any given time, wherever I am on the American soil. I like that.

In teaching us about culture shock earlier in the week, we were told that there are four stages in “Culture shock” that we would most likely experience: Honeymoon stage, Despair stage, Recovery stage and the Adjustment stage. It goes without saying that I’m still at the honeymoon stage, and that a time will come, whether I like it or not, when I might be too drained to write anything or update this blog. I am prepared for that, mentally. It is another matter whether I would physically be able to beat a temperature of minus 12 to type on the keyboard with – as I can imagine it now – my real thick handgloves. But I do hope to cross the bridge only when I reach it.

Buffet

What did I learn this week? One important lesson is that people are not the same across board even though we all have things that unite us. The women are an especially interesting study. While some will gladly allow you to take their pictures or take pictures with them holding their hands/side, some others are averse even to the idea of putting their photo in your camera in whatever form. Religion? Cultural upbringing? Preference? What matters at the end is the respect with which you are given the information, and the maturity with which you must accept it without malice. I have also learnt that not all familiarly looking leaf on the buffet is cabbage or lettuce. Sometimes it is a very sour vegetable that will not go down your throat no matter how you try.

Bye Bye Brown Classroom

Bye Bye Brown Classroom

I also learnt a few new words. In Hindi, I now know that to say Mera naam Kola hai is to introduce myself, while to say Tumhara naam kia hai? is to ask that of another person. My German vocabulary also swelled up by one, as I learnt in a hard way that “Tisch” means table. I have also learnt how to write NIGERIA in Chinese, and to read my name in Arabic. When I think about it, those languages are not so hard, as long as you have a willing teacher.

Now as I pack my bags right now after 2am when everyone else is asleep, let me share this with you. It is a quiz joke you must never repeat.

What do you call someone who speaks more than one language?
Answer: A multilingual.
What do you call someone who speaks only two languages?
Answer: A bilingual.
What do you call someone who speaks only three languages?
Answer: A trilingual.
Now, what do you call someone who speaks only one language?

Answer: An American.

Of course that’s not true. All the Americans I’ve met here speak or are at least trying to learn another language other than English. So if you must repeat the joke, do remember my disclaimer. Next stop: St. Louis, Missouri.

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On Augustus Stout Van Wickle

Reading Van Wickle's Obituary
The Brown University campus is a beauty. Founded in 1764 prior to American independence from the British Empire as the College in the English Colony of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations, the campus has a collection of some really beautiful buildings, monuments and statues. It is the seventh oldest University in the United States, so most of the buildings there are old, yet strong and still standing, thanks to constant renovation and repairs.

A few of the students on the campus tour

Yesterday, while getting a guided tour of the campus, we came across this wall dedicated to a man called Augustus Stout Van Wickle who, by his profile on the wall, was an important personality in Providence, and who contributed money to build the gate while he was the president of a bank. He died in June 1898 from gunshot wounds during a clay pigeon shoot. The text on the wall reads:

“In memory of Augustus Stout Van Wickle of the class of 1876. By achievement he honored, by gift he remembered his alma mater. MCMI”

Here’s the internet account of his death and legacy, and the Wikipedia entry on the Van Wickle Gates that bear his name on campus.

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