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Title: YORKSHIRE SLAVERY
Author: Richard Oastler
Date: 1830
Language: en
Topics: child rights, wage slavery
Source: Cecil Driver, Tory Radical The Life Of Richard Oastler (Oxford University Press, 1946), pp. 42-44. Retrieved on April 2, 2021 from https://archive.org/stream/toryradicaltheli009087mbp/toryradicaltheli009087mbp_djvu.txt

Richard Oastler

YORKSHIRE SLAVERY

YORKSHIRE SLAVERY

To the Editors of the Leeds Mercury

‘It is the pride of Britain that a slave cannot exist on her soil; and

if I read the genius of her constitution aright, I find that slavery is

most abhorrent to it—that the air which Britons breathe is free—the

ground on which they tread is sacred to liberty.’ Rev. R. W. Hamilton's

Speech at the Meeting held in the Cloth-hall Yard, September 22d,

1830.

Gentlemen,—No heart responded with truer accents to the sounds

of liberty which were heard in the Leeds Cloth-hall Yard, on the 22d

instant, than did mine, and from none could more sincere and earnest

prayers arise to the throne of Heaven, that hereafter slavery might

only be known to Britain in the pages of her history. One shade alone

obscured my pleasure, arising not from any difference in principle, but

from the want of application of the general principle, to the whole

empire. The pious and able champions of negro liberty and colonial

rights should, if I mistake not, have gone farther than they did; or

perhaps, to speak more correctly, before they had travelled so far as

the West Indies, should, at least for a few moments, have sojourned in

our own immediate neighborhood, and have directed the attention of

the meeting to scenes of misery, acts of oppression, and victims of

slavery, even on the threshold of our homes.

Let truth speak out, appalling as the statement may appear. The

fact is true. Thousands of our fellow-creatures and fellow-subjects,

both male and female, the miserable inhabitants of a Yorkshire town,

(Yorkshire now represented in Parliament by the giant of anti-slavery

principles) are this very moment existing in a state of slavery, more

[begin p. 43]

horrid than are the victims of that hellish system 'colonial slavery.'

These innocent creatures drawl out, unpitied, their short but miserable

existence, in a place famed for its profession of religious zeal, whose

inhabitants are ever foremost in professing 'temperance' and 'refor-

mation,’ and are striving to outrun their neighbors in missionary

exertions, and would fain send the Bible to the farthest corner of the

globe—aye, in the very place where the anti-slavery fever rages most

furiously, her apparent charity is not more admired on earth, than her

real cruelty is abhorred in Heaven. The very streets which receive the

droppings of an 'Anti-Slavery Society' are every morning wet by the

tears of innocent victims at the accursed shrine of avarice, who are

compelled (not by the cart-whip of the negro slave-driver) but by

the dread of the equally appalling thong or strap of the over-looker,

to hasten, half -dressed, but not half-fed, to those magazines of

British

infantile slavery—the worsted mills in the town and neighborhood of

Bradford!!!

Would that I had Brougham's eloquence, that I might rouse the

hearts of the nation, and make every Briton swear, 'These innocents

shall be free!'

Thousands of little children, both male and female, but principally

female, from seven to fourteen years of age, are daily compelled to

labour from six o'clock in the morning to seven in the evening, with

only—Britons, blush while you read it!—with only thirty minutes

allowed for eating and recreation. Poor infants! ye are indeed

sacrificed

at the shrine of avarice, without even the solace of the negro slave;

ye are no more than he is, free agents; ye are compelled to work as

long as the necessity of your needy parents may require, or the cold-

blooded avarice of your worse than barbarian masters may demand!

Ye live in the boasted land of freedom, and feel and mourn that ye are

slaves, and slaves without the only comfort which the negro has. He

knows it is his sordid, mercenary master's interest that he should live,

be strong and healthy. Not so with you. Ye are doomed to labour from

morning to night for one who cares not how soon your weak and

tender frames are stretched to breaking! You are not mercifully valued

at so much per head; this would assure you at least (even with the

worst and most cruel masters) of the mercy shown to their own

labouring beasts. No, no! your soft and delicate limbs are tired and

fagged, and jaded, at only so much per week, and when your joints

can act no longer, your emaciated frames are cast aside, the boards

on which you lately toiled and wasted life away, are instantly sup-

plied with other victims, who in this boasted land o liberty are

<sc>hired</sc>—not sold—as slaves and daily forced to hear that they are

free.

[begin p. 44]

Oh! Duncombe!* Thou hatest slavery—I know thou dost resolve that

'Yorkshire children shall no more be slaves!' And Morpeth! who justly

gloriest in the Christian faith—Oh, Morpeth! listen to the cries and

count the tears of these poor babes, and let St. Stephen's hear

thee swear 'they shall no longer groan in slavery!' And Bethell, too!

who swears eternal hatred to the name of slave, whene'er thy manly

voice is heard in Britain's senate, assert the rights and liberty of

Yorkshire youths. And Brougham! thou who art the chosen champion

of liberty in every clime! oh bend thy giant's mind, and listen to the

sorrowing accents of these poor Yorkshire little ones, and note their

tears; then let thy voice rehearse their woes, and touch the chord thou

only holdest—the chord that sounds above the silvery notes in praise

of heavenly liberty, and down descending at thy will, groans in the

horrid caverns of the deep in muttering sounds of misery accursed to

hellish bondage; and as thou sound'st these notes, let Yorkshire hear

thee swear, 'Her children shall be free!' Yes, all ye four protectors of

our rights, chosen by freemen to destroy oppression's rod,

The nation is now most resolutely determined that negroes shall

be free. Let them, however, not forget that Britons have common

rights with Afric's sons.

The blacks may be fairly compared to beasts of burden, kept for

their master's use; the whites, to those which others keep and let for

hire. If I have succeeded in calling the attention of your readers to

the

horrid and abominable system on which the worsted mills in and near

Bradford is conducted, I have done some good. Why should not

children working in them be protected by legislative enactments, as

well as those who work in cotton mills? Christians should feel and act

for those whom Christ so eminently loved, and declared that 'of such

is the Kingdom of Heaven.'—I remain, yours, etc.,

A Briton

Fixby Hall, near Huddersfield, Sept. 29, 1830.

Members of Parliament