Mouth-watering muskrat

By Joel Thurtell

Another rat story.

This one from the July 8, 2007 Detroit Free Press.

Rat nostalgia.

The world described in this article no longer exists.

It’s Lent 2013, but you can’t go to a restaurant and order traditional marsh hare, aka muskrat.

The last restaurant where rat was cooked — Kola’s Food Factory in Riverview — has been out of business for almost six years.

(If anyone knows where you can sit down at a Detroit area restaurant and order muskratrat, please let me know at joelthurtell(at)gmail.com.)

Here is a window into that lost world — one where muskrat got respect and rat-eaters got fed.

With permission of the Detroit Free Press:

Headline: IS YOUR MOUTH STILL WATERING FOR MUSKRAT?

Sub-Head: RIVERVIEW EATERY IS CLOSED, BUT AQUATIC RODENT AVAILABLE

Byline:  JOEL THURTELL

Pub-Date: 7/8/2007

Memo:  DOWNRIVER

Correction:

Text: Tradition has it that rats flee the sinking ship, but not at Kola’s Food Factory, a Riverview restaurant famed Downriver for its muskrat dinners.

At least not for now.

Proprietor Johnny Kolakowski assured me that he’ll still be cooking muskrat even though he’s closed the restaurant and put the building at 17168 Fort Street up for sale.

Whew!

For the more than two decades that I’ve lived in Metro Detroit, I’ve rested easy knowing that I needed only to journey Downriver to Kola’s for the repast of my dreams: broiled muskrat.

When I heard he’d closed the restaurant, I feared the worst – what would life be like without Kola’s special rat?

You think I’m joking?

Hey, back in the 1980s, when Kola’s was in a Wyandotte bowling alley, I took my young sons down there on a Sunday morning for a terrific breakfast. We bowled, and then I scored what I’d come for – raw muskrat carcasses and a chunk of beaver tail. My older son, Adam, was supposed to provide some game for a wild feast in his fourth-grade class.

I followed the Kolakowski recipe and boiled the rats three times – first in salt, then in tomatoes and finally in bay leaves. Then I roasted them. Can’t recall exactly how I cooked the beaver tail.

What I remember, though, is thinking that there would be plenty left for us to eat the evening after the feast. Guess again. Those kids in Plymouth’s Bird Elementary School gorged on my rat and scarfed up beaver. There was none left for me.

I’ve had a hankering for some time to fix rat and beaver again.

That’s why I was pleased when Johnny said he’s not out of the rat business, even though he’s closed the restaurant.

“You can still buy rats,” Johnny says. “I can still do special orders; that’s no problem. It won’t be table service. You can preorder ‘rat to go.’ I’ll still have the rats and ‘coons and turtles I fought so hard to get.”

In the 1980s, the Michigan Department of Agriculture banned muskrat dinners because there was no approved source of muskrats. Some chefs of high rat cuisine defied the prohibition. Back in the day, I went to an Erie Veterans of Foreign Wars fund-raiser expecting to see state officers order the men to shut off their broilers. Instead, I ate some of the tastiest and greasiest muskrat I’ve ever had.

Johnny worked out an agreement whereby he imports muskrat carcasses from Canadian trappers and inspects it himself.

So why did he close the restaurant?

“I couldn’t justify it anymore,” he told me. “I’m paying $16,000 a year in property taxes. The economy has changed. People are not going to restaurants like they used to. People are buying $5 pizzas. How do you pay $16,000 in taxes with $5 pizzas? I bid on a brand-new cafeteria to open at Severstahl Steel, and it looks like I’m gonna get it. I got 200 people to feed lunch every day, plus street-fair business.”

Will he serve rats to the Severstahl crew?

Does a muskrat swim in the river?

But the days of the table-served rat definitely are over. And that is sad.

“I’ve got so many loyal customers, and nobody really does it,” Johnny lamented. “It looks like the rats are going to disappear. I hate to see that happen.”

But if you want carryout rat, call Johnny at 734-281-0447 [no good 11-25-2012 — JT] . He’ll fix one or a dozen, or sell you the raw carcasses to cook at home.

Contact JOEL THURTELL at 248-351-3296 or  thurtell@freepress.com.

Caption: 2004 photos by MARY SCHROEDER / Detroit Free Press
Left: Johnny Kolakowski, 60, of Wyandotte, proprietor of Kola’s Food Factory in Riverview, in his restaurant with a stuffed muskrat that was trapped in Gibraltar.  Below: Muskrat was served daily at Kola’s, which is now closed – but customers still may order carryout muskrat  either cooked or ready-to-cook. Just call 734-281-0447.

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Stick-up at UM

By Joel Thurtell

Two ways to make it big.

There’s singer Petey Pablo‘s way: Put the money in the bag before I blow your head off.

And there’s University of Michigan President Mary Sue Coleman’s way:

Parley your fancy title and $585,000 UM base pay (2011) into a seat on the board of a Big Pharm firm and collect $230,000 a year for attending a few meetings at Johnson & Johnson.

Petey’s way is a bit more graphic than the genteel gimme of Coleman.

Other than the lingo, what’s the diff?

 

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The ex-slave who endowed a church for whites

By Joel Thurtell

Born a slave, put Parisian chefs to shame, invested, and endowed a chapel for the white community on Grosse Ile. That is the story of Lisette Denison. Here is my sketch of her life, published with permission of the Detroit Free Press:

Headline: EX-SLAVE’S BEQUEST BUILT CHAPEL

Sub-Head: ST. JAMES EPISCOPAL CHURCH ON GROSSE ILE ROSE THANKS TO AN AFRICAN-AMERICAN LANDOWNER

Byline:  JOEL THURTELL

Pub-Date: 2/25/2007

Memo:  DOWNRIVER; BLACK HISTORY MONTH

Correction:

Text: It’s an amazing story — a black woman born into slavery seeking and finding freedom, traveling to Europe, wowing the Parisians by making flapjacks in the U.S. Embassy, then amassing enough wealth to endow a church that serves white people in metro Detroit.

Elizabeth Denison Forth was  born a slave in the 18th Century. She was known to everyone as Lisette, the same nickname as her grandmother’s.

Lisette was the first black person to own property in Pontiac. A state historical marker in the city’s Oak Hill Cemetery notes that “in 1825 Elizabeth Denison, a woman of colour,’ purchased 48.5 acres of land from Pontiac’s founder, Stephen Mack, agent of the Pontiac Company. She became Pontiac’s first black property owner, but never lived on the property.”

She put enough money aside from her investments at the time of her death in 1866 to leave $1,500 towards the construction of an Episcopal church on Grosse Ile. The money was used in 1867-68 to build St. James Episcopal chapel.

The chapel, which is still used for early Sunday services year-round and for all services in the summer, was designed by English architect Gordon Lloyd, an island resident who also designed the Whitney mansion in Detroit, according to church historian Joyce Turin.

The chapel was the original church. A new sanctuary was built in the last century, and is attached to the old chapel.

The chapel has survived fire and a near miss by a World War II naval aviation trainee, whose airplane clipped off the bell tower in 1943. The tower has been replaced.

Before her death in 1993, Isabella Swan, a librarian, wrote a history of St. James Episcopal Church, a history of Grosse Ile and a little green-covered book about Elizabeth Denison Forth. In 1965, Swan published the 83-page “Lisette” herself.

Pat Lafayette is Swan’s niece, and she recalls how her aunt became fascinated with Lisette: “This woman went abroad, for goodness’  sake, and lived in Paris. She invested and had enough money to leave money for a church.”

Swan’s “Lisette” is a fascinating account of the life of a woman who could not read or write.

According to the book, Lisette’s grandparents may have been the couple listed only as “Scipio” and “Lisette” in an inventory of slaves owned by Detroit merchant William Macomb, co-owner of Grosse Ile, when he died in 1796.

Her mother and father, Hannah and Peter Denison, became free when  their owner died, having ordered their eventual freedom. But in a famous and bizarre decision in 1807, Michigan Supreme Court Justice Augustus Woodward declared that three of the Denisons’ children – including Lisette, the oldest – must remain slaves for the rest of their lives, while a fourth could be free at age 25.

Though it appeared that  Lisette was condemned to a lifetime of slavery, she managed to become free.

Swan’s sources are legal documents like Lisette’s several wills, and mostly, letters of Eliza Bradish Biddle, who hired Lisette as cook and housekeeper after she became free.

Lisette’s independence

I asked Lafayette, who lives on Grosse Ile, how  Lisette became free.

Her aunt’s book doesn’t fully answer that question.

I talked to David Chardavoyne, a lawyer and legal historian in Farmington Hills. From Swan, Chardavoyne and a third historian, Mark McPherson of Grosse Ile, I think I now understand how Lisette pulled it off – with lots of help from white lawyers like Judge Woodward and Elijah Brush.

It’s an explanation replete with dates and facts.

But if you follow this explanation, you will learn important things about the history of our country as well as our state before it became a state. One of those things is the simple fact that despite being in the North, Michigan had slavery.

Why is that important?

“People tend to believe that the ugly legacy that is slavery is one that really only pertains to the South,” Martin Hershock, a history professor at University of Michigan-Dearborn, said this month.

“On the contrary, slavery was a national institution into the early 19th Century. Even after states like Michigan rid themselves of this evil, residents of the state continued to benefit from slavery.”

Chardavoyne notes that a British census of both shores of the Detroit River in 1782 counted 179 slaves among 2,191 people. Slaves were 8% of the population then.

There were three important dates for slaves, like Lisette, in the region:

1787: The Continental Congress enacts the Northwest Ordinance for administration of territories that are now the states of Michigan, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin and part of Minnesota. The ordinance bans slavery in those areas.

1793: The Canadian Parliament enacts a law gradually banning slavery. Lisette and two siblings are born before this law is passed.

1796: The Jay Treaty   calls for the removal of British government from Detroit and the Northwest Territory that year, but allows Britons to hold onto their property, including slaves, in those areas.

Elijah Brush argued before Judge Woodward in 1807 that the Northwest Ordinance banned slavery, so Lisette and her siblings could therefore not be slaves. The lawyer for the Denisons’ owner – Mrs. Tucker  – argued that the Jay Treaty allowed her to keep her property, of which the four Denison kids were a part.

Court makes its decision

Woodward ruled that before 1796, the Northwest Ordinance didn’t apply in Michigan because the British were in control of the region.

The Denison child born after 1793 could become free at age 25, following Canadian law, Woodward declared. But the other three kids, including Lisette, were born under British law and before the Canadian abolition law. So they must remain slaves the rest of their lives.

Bad news. So how did Lisette manage to become free?

In Chardavoyne’s opinion, Lisette and her siblings never were freed, legally. They went to Canada, where authorities were unwilling to pursue them because Woodward, in another case involving runaway slaves from Canada, ruled that the United States had no obligation to return those people to their owners. In tit for tat, the Canadians refused to return slaves like the Denisons to their American owners.

McPherson, in his 2001 book “Looking for Lisette,” says that Woodward ruled that slaves who went to Canada could not be brought back to the United States as slaves.

“Eventually,” said Chardavoyne, “the children returned to the United States and essentially nobody made a big deal of it and they lived the rest of their lives in Michigan.”

Lisette married Scipio Forth in 1827, but apparently Scipio Forth died before 1830, according to Swan. Lisette was hired by Eliza Biddle to cook and take care of her house.

Lisette traveled to Philadelphia and Europe with John and Eliza Biddle, taking care of their five children.

In Paris, Lisette earned a reputation for her delicious pancakes. She was invited to make flapjacks in the U.S. Embassy in Paris. She brought her own grill, embarrassing the ambassador’s chef with her fine cookery, according to Swan.

She was a great cook, a property owner and an investor.

And today, Lisette’s portrait hangs on the wall of a small room leading into the St. James chapel. In her will, she said she hoped the chapel would be a place “where the rich and poor should meet together.”

“This woman went abroad, for goodness’  sake, and lived in Paris. She invested and had enough money to leave money for a church.”

Pat Lafayette of Grosse Ile about Elizabeth (Lisette) Denison Forth

Contact JOEL THURTELL at joelthurtell(at)gmail.com

Caption: St. James Episcopal Church

Elizabeth Denison Forth, born a slave in the 18th Century, was called Lisette. She died in 1866, unable to read or write.

PATRICIA BECK / Detroit Free Press

In a scene reminiscent of a Currier & Ives print is the St. James Episcopal chapel on Grosse Ile.  The chapel – originally the main church – was built in the 1860s with a bequest from Elizabeth Denison Forth, a former slave who  invested in real estate and steamboat stock and was the first African American to own land in Pontiac.

The red door bears a sign reading “The Lisette Denison Doors.”

The Tiffany window was  renovated and reinstalled in 1999.

A well-used doorknob on an inner entry door of St. James chapel.

Photos by PATRICIA BECK / Detroit Free Press

The stained-glass window was installed at the St. James Episcopal chapel  in 1898  as a memorial to Susan Dayton Biddle, longtime organist and choir director. Susan was married to William Biddle, one of the sons of John and Eliza Biddle; Eliza employed Lisette as a housekeeper. In her will, Lisette asked William to use her money to build the church. He and his brother, Maj. James Biddle, donated land and funds to complete the building.

 

 

 

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Rat on the re-run

By Joel Thurtell

So far, none of my Free Press friends wants to eat rat.

Shoot!

I got back on the rat track last year when I discovered that Freepster Zlati Meyer had borrowed from some of my old Free Press stories about that fine delicacy that used to be fairly common Lenten fare in the Detroit area.

Skittish people call it “marsh hare.”

Muskrat is what it is.

And it’s getting hard to find.

In the 1980s, when I first discovered this culinary delight, you could still order rat at some Downriver restaurants.

Nowadays if you want to sup on rat, best check the calendar for Monroe County fundraising events. I ate rat at an Erie VFW fundraiser in the 1980s. I understand that group still serves rat.

I used to lead contingents of Free Press writers to Kola’s Kitchen when Johnny Kolakowski had his restaurant in a Wyandotte bowling alley. Later, he moved to a former Burger King in Riverview and renamed his restaurant “Kola’s Food Factory.”

In those days, you could get newspaper people to eat rat.

Our modern news hounds have more refined palates.

Or so they believe.

Kola’s closed several years ago.

I was surprised that Zlati’s story didn’t quote Johnny. No wonder. I tried to find him on the Internet. No go.

There are other ways than the Internet of locating people. Old tried and true methods. I tried one of them, placed a call and five minutes later my phone rang.

Johnny.

Yes, he’s still doing rat. Retired, but still takes the occasional wild dinner catering gig.

What about rat?

Well, what about it?

Johnny has an order with his Canadian source. How many did I want?

Let me think.

Now is the time to catch rat. They are healthier, cleaner from frisking and drinking that cold winter water. And it’s Lent, and some Catholics still like to have their swamp fish on Fridays.

They come frozen in packages of five.

Good time to stock up.

Two packs!

Ten rats.

Who’s gonna eat 10 rats?

I emailed a Free Press pal: Wanta eat rat?

“I’m still puking,” she emailed back.

I called another Free Press friend. She might come to my shindig, but not to eat rat.

Sorry. This sit-down is rat only.

“I don’t have room to seat anyone who who can’t abide rat.”

That’s my line. So far, I have one person interested in eating rat. With me, that makes two.

Eight rats to go.

These newspaper types are too narrow-minded.

I need to cast a wider net.

Wrong metaphor. I need to put better bait on my trap.

I’m auditing an anthropology class at the University of Michigan.

Here’s my pitch: Muskrat as cultural anthropology. Rat as remnant of French colonial society, Once a vibrant part of southeastern Michigan, now invisible. A handful of French surnames, and then there’s rat.

A veritable window into the culinary past of a bygone people.

Think it’ll work?

My guide for prepping rat: “Cookin’ Wild With Johnny.”

By who else?

Johnny Kolakowski.

While we’re on the subject of offbeat meals, what’s all this kerfuffle about horse meat in European Burger Kings?

When my wife and I were Peace Corps volunteers in Togo, we traveled to then Upper Volta, now Burkina Faso. In Ouagadougou, I ordered the day’s special at a French Restaurant.

Tranche du cheval.

The waiter said they were sold out.

No more horse.

Darn!

I can’t understand why people are repulsed at eating equine.

The same people, mostly, have no problem swallowing beef or lamb or pork or chicken, turkey, and lots of kinds of fish.

Anyway, I’m still waiting for a taste of Trigger.

Drop me a line at joelthurtell(at)gmail.com

 

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‘Trickle up’ at Wayne State

By Joel Thurtell

“Trickle down” is a conservative economic theory that claims tax breaks and government gifts to top earners will somehow leech their way down to lowlifes at the bottom of the earnings scale.

Ever hear of “trickle up”?

Didn’t think so.

“Trickle up” is not a theory.

It’s a practice.

At Wayne State University, where I’m teaching a course this semester, the practice consists of giving giant raises to top administrators while paying for those pay hikes with even bigger cuts to the earnings of part-time instructors like me.

Here’s how it works. The WSU Board of Governors gave big raises to administrators, including an 18.2 percent pay raise to WSU President Allan Gilmour, His annual salary leaped from $347,000 in February 2011 to $410,000 in March 2012.

A $63,000 raise for the president.

On Monday, February 18, 2013, I learned that the compensation of part-time faculty such as me will be trimmed by 25 percent. My pay for teaching a semester-long class of four hours will go from $3,824 to $2,868.

Supposedly, Wayne State is adjusting the number of credit hours per class, but the bottom line is that I’ll be cut by $956 per course to offset President Gilmour’s whopping $63,000 raise.

WSU administrators are now negotiating an eight-year contract with the full-time faculty. Profs and administrators are still haggling over the details of compensation for full-time instructors.

If profs get a raise, we part-timers will be funding raises not only for administrators, but also for our full-time faculty colleagues.

Neat formula: Part-timers pay, and everybody else gets a raise.

We need a different term.

A $956 pay cut — a 25 percent cut — to fund salary hikes at the top is not really a “trickle.”

There’s a torrent of cash going from our lowly part-time pockets to the bank accounts of administrators.

If the profs get their raise, or even if they don’t get a pay cut, we part-timers will have subsidized the wallets of full-time faculty members, too.

 

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CAB uproar

By Joel Thurtell

The furor I sparked in California over capital appreciation bonds is not letting up.

The Orange County Register on February 15, 2013 published a very thorough report detailing the very kinds of CAB abuses I reported in Michigan back in 1993. Thanks to our Detroit Free Press reporting, the Michigan Legislature banned CABs in 1994 and required competitive bidding for municipal bonds.

Here’s what the Register wrote about me, aka “the Michigan Blogger,” and my 1993 Detroit Free Press reports:

NATIONAL UPROAR

There has been a growing furor over capital appreciation bonds issued by California schools since a Michigan blogger, Joel Thurtell, revealed last year that a district in San Diego County had issued $105 million in bonds that would cost taxpayers nearly $1 billion to repay. In relative terms, Placentia’s bonds are even more expensive than those sold by Poway Unified, which require repayments of $9 for each $1 borrowed.

Last month, state treasurer Lockyer and Tom Torlakson, state superintendant of public instruction, urged schools to stop issuing such bonds until the Legislature considers a bill to limit their use.

“The people running school districts are educators and not generally finance experts,” Lockyer said. “I don’t think they knew what they were getting themselves into.”

Michigan outlawed the bonds after Thurtell wrote about their cost in 1993 for the Detroit Free Press.

 

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Kiriakou gets 30 months, Convertino snitches get a pass

By Joel Thurtell

They say the Obama administration has gotten really tough with federal officials who leak government secrets to journalists.

For proof, look at what happened to former CIA agent John Kiriakou.

He revealed names of government operatives to journalists.

For that, Kiriakou was sentenced January 25 to 30 months in prison.

That’ll teach would be government leakers Obama means business!

Well, except that I’m kind of I’m puzzled.

If the feds are so serious about nailing leakers, why don’t they go after the US Justice Department officials who in 2004 illegally leaked secret grand jury information — including the name of a confidential informant — to a Detroit Free Press reporter?

The Free Press ran a long story January 17, 2004 with illegally leaked information before the trial of former assistant US attorney Rick Convertino on charges of obstruction of justice. The idea, it appears, was to make Convertino look bad and make a conviction easier.

Uh-oh. Convertino was acquitted.

Before the feds went after him, Convertino had filed a whistle blower lawsuit against the federal government. After his acquittal, he revived his lawsuit. He’s still trying to identify the feds who illegally leaked information about his case.

The government has not identified the source or sources who talked to (now retired) Free Press reporter David Ashenfelter.

For a time, it looked like Ashenfelter might do jail time for refusing to give up his sources. He claimed a First Amendment right not to name them, but US District Judge Robert Cleland said there is no First Amendment right to withhold information about criminal activity such as illegal leaking. As John Kiriakou learned, leaking confidential information to the press can put you in the slammer.

The Free Press reporter also invoked his Fifth Amendment right against incriminating himself.

Convertino is still trying to find out who Ashenfelter’s government snitches were.

It seems really  contradictory: Why won’t Obama go after the Ashenfelter leakers with the same ferocity his government invested in prosecuting John Kiriakou?

Oh, wait a minute — now I remember.

Convertino pissed off the Justice Department by going to Congress and criticizing its prosecution of terrorism cases. Justice didn’t like it. Convertino filed his whistle blower suit against the feds. The feds cooked up a criminal case in hopes of shutting his mouth in a prison cell. The jury took four hours to acquit Convertino, thus opening the way for him to revive his lawsuit.

Looks to me like the government leakers in Convertino’s case were carrying out their masters’ orders in what turned out to be a botched attempt at railroading the gadfly Convertino.

The irony of the case was that the Free Press was trumpeting its First Amendment case when the REAL First Amendment issue was Convertino’s right to criticize the government’s handling of 9/11 cases without being persecuted.

What is the lesson we learn from comparing the Kiriakou and Convertino cases?

Obama will punish those government leakers who were not doing government dirty work.

 

 

 

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The slave quilt hoax

By Joel Thurtell

 

Early in 2007, I read a New York Times article exposing a hoax involving the history of the Underground Railroad. I call it the slave quilt scam. Soon after I read the Times article, I noticed the marquee at the Plymouth (Michigan) Historical Museum actually promoting this fraud. The museum was advertising its presentation of alleged slave quilts. The museum claimed slaves in the antebellum South communicated with secret codes contained in quilts they hung on fences, and when it was time to run for freedom, the quilts would telegraph the order.

It was the same story the Times article exposed as malarkey. I told one of the local historians that according to the Times, the museum’s claim was untrue.

“We don’t think much of the New York Times around here,” she replied.

The Plymouth historians staged their slave quilt exhibit as they had done for several years.

I wrote a story about the hoax for the Detroit Free Press.

The following year, there was no slave quilt exhibit at the Plymouth museum.

Here, with permission of the Detroit Free Press, is my article about slave quilts.

Headline: HISTORIANS: SLAVE CODE’S A MYTH

Sub-Head: DEBATE SURROUNDS QUILT LORE, PART OF PLYMOUTH EXHIBIT

Byline:  JOEL THURTELL

Pub-Date: 2/18/2007

If you were a slave trying to escape bondage in the pre-Civil War Deep South, what would you do?

A. Look at fences to see if someone hung up quilts with coded patterns telling you when to run, what to take, where to go.

B. Go to a big town in the South and try to blend in with free blacks.

C. Get to a port and take a boat.

If you answered A, you may have read a book that claims slave-made quilts reveal codes that were part of an oral tradition that was secret until a few years ago. Or you may have seen the slave-quilt exhibit at the Plymouth Historical Museum, on display through June 20.

According to historians, only B and C are correct.

Though the Plymouth exhibit has been up in previous years for Black History Month, my interest was piqued because there has been some recent debate about whether the quilt-code claim is bogus.

A popular book from 2000, “Hidden in Plain View: A Secret Story of Quilts and the Underground Railroad,” says quilts revealed Underground Railroad codes.

How would the quilts work? Slaves would look at fences to see if someone hung up quilts with specially coded patterns. Falling boxes meant time to go; a monkey wrench, pack up your tools; a bear’s paw, follow tracks because bears know their way around the mountains.

The Plymouth museum doesn’t claim that the quilts on display were used by slaves. Some are pretty old, but their purpose is to help make the argument that quilts were used in the Underground Railroad.

So what’s the debate? Well, two articles in the New York Times last month quoted historians saying the quilt code is a myth.

Donna Keough, who creates the exhibits at the Plymouth museum, told me she’s aware that the code story has been criticized. Keough said: “This display, however, because there are critics, tells one familiar story told by Ozella McDaniel Williams in the book ëHidden in Plain View.’

“We are showing this version. If you choose to not believe it, that’s your prerogative. That’s why we live in America.”

But I was curious. Do these quilts at the museum help illustrate an important piece of history or perpetuate a myth?

The Times weighed in on this topic Jan. 23 with an article about plans to build a monument to abolitionist Frederick Douglass in Manhattan’s Central Park with depictions of the slave codes taken from the 1999 “Hidden” book by Jacqueline Tobin and Raymond Dobard.

In the article, Yale University historian David Blight said the quilts are “bordering on a hoax.”

The Times also published an opinion column Feb. 2 by historian Fergus M. Bordewich. He called the quilt story “faked history.”

It was time to begin my own research.

‘Hidden from View’ examined

I bought the book and read as much as I could stand. It’s what journalists call a one-source story. The one source is Williams, who tells coauthor Tobin about the secret quilt code. Oh, by the way, Williams, of Charleston, S.C., was peddling quilts with these same patterns; she managed to sell one to Tobin.

Maybe there was an economic motive on Williams’ part to move a little product by hyping this story about slaves signaling to other slaves with quilts hung on clotheslines or over fences?

Williams died several years ago, but her niece, Serena Wilson of Columbus, Ohio, explained the story to me: “In my family, we’ve handed down the secret message in quilts and songs. When I was a little girl, there was a lot of prejudice, Ku Klux Klan members, night riders and people who believed in Jim Crow.

“My grandmother said never tell anyone about the secret messages in the quilts.”

Wilson makes and sells so-called plantation quilts and does speaking engagements. Her presentation in Plymouth five years ago prompted museum officials to put together the exhibit.

The Underground Railroad

Bordewich of Barrytown, N.Y., wrote a history of the Underground Railroad, “Bound for Canaan: The Underground Railroad and the War for the Soul of America.” Records from slave times don’t mention quilt codes, he said. The Tobin book popularized the story, but he calls it “ridiculous.”

In his piece in the Times, Bordewich wrote, “The myths flourish because there has been an assumption that the Underground Railroad was so secret that you can’t know how it really worked, therefore anything is possible. The truth is that it is pretty well documented.”Bordewich added: “The racial radicalism of the underground was too subversive for Americans to accept in the decades after the Civil War when this country embraced racism and segregated institutions. The true story of the Underground Railroad was suppressed; instead, we invented myths.”

Martin Hershock of Canton, a history professor at the University of Michigan-Dearborn, agreed. “Any time you’re dealing with the Underground Railroad, the myths are monumental,” Hershock told me.

“Virtually any house that dates from the antebellum period is going to have a claim affixed to it that it was part of the Underground Railroad. If every house that had such a claim attached to it were actually a part of the Underground Railroad, there would have been a giant sucking sound as every single slave from Kentucky was instantaneously drawn out of the South.”
Revisionist history

“Part of it is the desire that people have to want to portray not only a nation’s history, but perhaps their own family’s history in as positive a light as possible,” Hershock said. “It has to do with our present-day shame with the institution of slavery and our desire to make it appear that there was a great deal of hostility and opposition to slavery at the time.”

The idea put forth by Williams that slaves fled from the Deep South – South Carolina, in the case of Williams’ ancestors’ purported story – just didn’t happen, Bordewich wrote.

“Very, very few – a tiny number – of fugitives actually escaped from the Deep South,” Bordewich stated. “The vast majority of fugitives came from the border states of Maryland, Virginia and Kentucky. How do I know that? The Canadian Census of 1861.”

I was troubled by the “Hidden” book, because its proofs either relied on an unsubstantiated story or were preceded by expressions like “we suspect,” “we believe,” “we felt” or “we surmise.” In other words, readers are being asked to take this yarn on faith, without historical evidence.

There’s one passage where the authors explain how a quilt with a bear paw pattern told slaves they could count on bears to lead them to freedom: “Because the bears lived in the mountains and knew their way around, their tracks served as road maps enabling the fugitives to navigate their way through the mountains.”

Come on, would a slave running for freedom waste time looking for bear tracks, let alone trusting one to show the way out of a wilderness?

The quest for answers in the quilt code controversy forces us to learn unpleasant things about our nation’s past. But that is good.

It is better to know these things. In the case of the slave quilts, the search for answers forces us to better understand the hardships of slaves.

“Any time you’re dealing with the Underground Railroad, the myths are monumental.” said Hershock.

Contact JOEL THURTELL at 248-351-3296 or  thurtell@freepress.com

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The Plymouth Historical Museum’s display focuses on the use of quilts as a form of covert signals to runaway slaves. Last month in the New York Times, two historians refuted the slave-quilt code. Yale University historian David Blight called it “a myth.”

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‘Tomatoes & Eggs’ Part II: Erasing slavery on Big Isle

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Grosse Ile historians chose not to use photos of slave inventory; one of the slaves mentioned, Charlotte, worked on Grosse Ile. Burton Historical Collection.

By Joel Thurtell

During the long-ago historical period when I was a grad student in history, my faculty adviser warned me that contemporary history can be a time of troubles for historians. Too many living parties with stakes in yet-to-be-played out stories.

The idea was that distant times are less likely to get historians in hot water.

Well, the 18th century was not far enough back for the custodians of the past in Grosse Ile, Michigan.

There was outrage in the Depot Museum when the Detroit Free Press published my review of Grosse Ile’s history book.

I received some unhappy emails, including one that proposed special treatment:

“I think we need to keep a basket of tomatoes and rotten eggs on hand for the next time he comes in!”

Here’s the review that ticked off the island historians, published with permission of the Detroit Free Press:

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Charlotte was one of the 26 people who were slaves owned by William Macomb in Detroit. Charlotte managed the Macomb house on Grosse Ile. Burton Historical Collection, Joel Thurtell photo.

Headline: PART OF THE STORY ISN’T BEING TOLD

Sub-Head: BOOK ON GROSSE ILE DOESN’T MENTION HISTORY OF SLAVERY

Byline:  BY JOEL THURTELL

Pub-Date: 9/2/2007

Memo:  DOWNRIVER; SIDEBAR ATTACHED

Correction:

Text: I recently received a copy of the Grosse Ile Historical

Society’s new photographic history, “Grosse Ile.”

I’m sure the book will be very interesting to islanders. The society

unearthed many photos that have never been published or displayed. A

teenage boy around the turn of the 20th Century took dozens of photos,

some of which are in the book  that was published on Aug. 20.

There are nine chapters spanning the earliest history of the big

island through the days of the Naval Air Station. But one chapter is

missing: It’s the one about slavery on Grosse Ile.

It’s amazing to me that there could be an entire chapter on the Macomb

family, whose ancestors bought the island from Indians on July 6,

1776, and not one mention of slavery. If you’re going to mention the

Macombs, you have to mention slavery. Slavery was an integral part of

the business and family life of the Macombs who first settled Grosse

Ile.

Earlier this year, after conversations with researchers for the book –

done by Arcadia Publishing of Charleston, S.C. – I assumed the book

would take on this sensitive subject. I was impressed. It’s the sort

of thing many people would consider a black mark in their community’s

history, yet it appeared that the Grosse Ile historians were going to

come to honest terms with their past.

I asked the book’s editor, Sarah Lawrence, if the book dealt with

slavery. “No,” she said, “You know, from all we could find out, there

just wasn’t anything to get into. There are a few rumors of tunnels

that may have been there, and slaves may have been given refuge before

they were able to move them over to Canada.”

There’s a bit more to it than that. William and Alexander Macomb were

the largest island landowners in the 18th Century. William lived in

Detroit during the winter and lived on the island in a “mansion house”

in the summer. The big house was run by a woman named Charlotte.

Charlotte was a slave. How do I know this?  Isabella Swan wrote about

it in her history of Grosse Ile, “The Deep Roots.”

According to Swan, “Charlotte had been with the Macombs as early as

1788.” In the early 1790s, Charlotte was in charge of the Macomb house

on Grosse Ile, according to Swan. She may have been boss in the house,

but she was still property. When William Macomb died in 1796,

Charlotte was listed with her husband, Jerry, and 24 other human

beings in an “Estimation of the Slaves of the late William Macomb”

along with livestock, tools and furniture as objects to be sold.

You can see the inventory of Macomb property at the Detroit Public

Library’s Burton Historical Collection. Alongside their names were

estimates of their value in New York  currency. Swan mentioned other

instances of slavery on Grosse Ile. I photographed parts of the

documents that mention slaves for a story about slavery on Grosse Ile

that ran in the Free Press  Jan. 21.

I thought the historical society was going to acknowledge that Grosse

Ile played a role in slavery. It was an opportunity to be forthright,

a chance to honestly confront an unsavory part of our past.

I talked to Denise deBeausset for that January 2007 story. She’s a

descendant of William Macomb and still lives on the island. “No, I

wasn’t aware of them having slaves at all,” she said. “Nobody ever

talks about it on our side. I wonder if it was out of embarrassment or

if it wasn’t politically correct. Nobody ever talks about slaves.”

They’re still not talking about them. Is it embarrassment? Or just

not politically correct?

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‘Tomatoes & Eggs’ Part I: Slavery at Grosse Ile, Michigan

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Inventory of slaves in Detroit, Michigan. Joel Thurtell photo of record in Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

By Joel Thurtell

Just as I predicted in a January 2007 Detroit Free Press story, Grosse Ile’s historians changed history.

But not the way I expected.

Early in 2007 (I retired from my Free Press reporting job the following November), the people who manage historical perceptions on the Big Island led me to believe that they were going to include the slavery aspect of their community’s past in a book they were preparing about Grosse Ile history.

Instead of publishing the facts, they chose to censor.

In Part II of my series, “Tomatoes & Eggs,” I’ll reproduce my review of the Grosse Ile Historical Society’s book.

And I’ll explain “Tomatoes & Eggs.”

With permission from the Detroit Free Press, here is the first installment of a series about local control of history.

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After William Macomb’s death in 1796, an inventory was made of his property, including 26 human beings who were slaves in Detroit. Values in New York currency at right. Photo by Joel Thurtell with permission of Burton Historical Collection.

Headline: HISTORY TELLS TALE OF SLAVES ON GROSSE ILE

Sub-Head: BUT MANY DETAILS ARE STILL A MYSTERY

Byline:  BY JOEL THURTELL FREE PRESS STAFF WRITER

Pub-Date: 1/21/2007

Memo:  DOWNRIVER

Correction:

Text: On Grosse Ile, they’re changing history.

Or at least they’re changing the way it’s written.

They plan to mention that black and American Indian slaves once lived

on the island.

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William Macomb’s signature on letter about sale of two of his slaves. Photo by Joel Thurtell with permission of Burton Historical Collection.

Sarah Lawrence and Ann Bevak are working on the Grosse Ile Historical

Society book, and this information wasn’t on their radar.

Now it is.

Lawrence is editing the book, and Bevak is working on the early

history chapter.

Once I shared the results of my research with Bevak, she grasped the

possibilities, like reproducing the 1796 price list of slaves.

“It’s the kind of thing people will latch onto,” she said.

They aren’t the only Grosse Ile folks who are only now hearing about

this, even though human chattels were a part of daily life on Grosse

Ile for sure before 1796, and maybe later. That’s the year Britain

turned Michigan over to the fledgling United States. It’s also when

the largest holder of slaves in Michigan died.

After the death of William Macomb, his heirs itemized all  his

property – cows and horses, copper fish kettles, a beehive, a pair of

saddlebags and 26 slaves.

Twenty years earlier, William Macomb and his brother, Alexander

Macomb, bought Grosse Ile from Indians. I wrote about the Macomb

(pronounced Macoom) brothers a couple of years ago and got an e-mail

from Bill McGraw, a fellow Free Press reporter, who wondered if I knew

that William Macomb had been a slave-owner.

I didn’t.

At that point, McGraw contended that historians have written little or

nothing about this aspect of Michigan history.

Seems he’s right.

The Macomb brothers have descendants on Grosse Ile, and they didn’t

know about it. The brothers were the

great-great-great-great-grandfathers of Connie de Beausset. (Two of

the brothers’ children, who were first cousins, married and de

Beausset is their descendant.)  Her family owns the oldest working

farm in Michigan to stay in one family;  the farm specializes in

azaleas and rhododendrons.

“No, I can’t be any help to you at all on that,” Connie de Beausset

told me. “I haven’t heard anything about any slaves.”

Her daughter, who runs the family’s Westcroft Gardens, was surprised too.

“No, I wasn’t aware of them having slaves at all,” said Denise de

Beausset. “That’s funny; you’d think there would have been talk about

slaves running the farm. Nobody ever talks about it on our side. I

wonder if it was out of embarrassment or it wasn’t politically

correct. Nobody ever talked about slaves.

“I’ll be darned.”

I found the inventory of William Macomb’s property in the Detroit

Public Library’s Burton Historical Collection. The list is quite long,

and includes two oxen valued at 24 New York pounds; four cows, 40

pounds; a pair of andirons, 4 pounds, and a stovepipe, 25 pounds.

It has an “Estimation of the Slaves of the late William Macomb.” Most

esteemed were two slaves named Scipio and Jim Girty, each valued at

130 New York pounds. Ben was worth 100 pounds. Bel was priced at 135

pounds, but that included her three kids. Bob was worth 60 pounds.

Phillis was worth 40 pounds, though she was only 7 days old.

Jerry was valued at 100 pounds and his wife, Charlotte, with her two

children, was priced at 100 pounds.

But here’s the interesting thing about Charlotte: In 1793 and 1794,

the Macomb house on Grosse Ile was “in charge of Charlotte,” wrote

Isabella Swan in “Deep Roots,” her history of Grosse Ile. “Charlotte

had been with the Macombs as early as 1788,” wrote Swan.

Charlotte was boss of the farm, but still, after her owner’s death,

she was cataloged along with William Macomb’s 25 other human pieces of

property.

“I’ve never heard that name Charlotte,” Connie de Beausset told me.

What happened to Charlotte and the other 25 Macomb slaves? Letters in

the Burton Collection, written by William Macomb before his death,

show that he was in the habit of buying and selling slaves.

On Jan. 12, 1790, Macomb acknowledges partial payment for “a negro wench.”

He wrote on Aug. 17, 1789, that “I have taken the liberty to address

to your care Two negroes a Woman & a man the property of Mr. Alexis

Masonville. They are to be disposed of at your place for 200 pounds

New York currency.  I cannot say much in their favor as to honesty,

more particularly of the woman she is very handy & a very good cook.

The man is a very smart active fellow & by no means a bad slave.

“I hope you may be able to dispose of them at your place & remit to me

the money. I do not wish they should be dispose of to any person

doubtful or on a longer credit than the first of June next – I am Dear

sir your very Able servant Wm Macomb.”

The Ordinance of 1787 banned slavery in the new territories that would

become Ohio, Indiana, Illinois and Michigan. But slaves belonging to

British settlers were still allowed. The 1810 census showed 17 slaves

still in Detroit, according to the American Legal History Network Web

site www.geocities.com/michhist/detroitslave.html?20079, and in 1818,

the Wayne County assessor was still taxing slaves as property.

On Grosse Ile, African Americans weren’t the only slaves. According to

Swan, there may have been an enslaved Indian on the island about 1795.

“The Indians who were slaves had been taken captive in inter-tribal

wars and sold to the whites. Those who held slaves when the Americans

took over were allowed to retain them,” wrote Willis Dunbar in

“Michigan: A History of the Wolverine State.”

With historical documents and publications to refer to, the Grosse Ile historians can use

the information about slavery in their book, to be published by Arcadia Publishing in

Chicago.

“I think that would be a good part for the book,” said Denise de

Beausset “That’s a really big part of the history of the island, that

it’s not just the rich and famous that moved here later.”

Great. Now I have another assignment for you Grosse Ile historians.

Under “slaves” in the index of Isabella Swan’s book there’s a

reference to pages 37-38: “Ben and Dan escape.”

Well, Ben and Dan made such a clean getaway that I can’t find mention

of them on either of those pages. Can somebody tell me the story of

those fugitive slaves, Ben and Dan?

Caption: 2005 photo by MARY SCHROEDER / Detroit Free Press

Connie de Beausset holds a copy of the treaty that the Macombs and the

Indians signed giving the Macombs the right to Grosse Ile. Although de

Beausset is a descendant of the Macombs, neither she nor her daughter,

Denise de Beausset, had known of the existence of family slaves.

JOEL THURTELL / Detroit Free Press

William Macomb’s signature on a letter relating to the sale of two slaves.

JOEL THURTELL / Detroit Free Press

“Estimation of the Slaves of the late William Macomb,” from the

inventory of Macomb’s property.

2005 photo by KATHLEEN GALLIGAN / Detroit Free Press

A Historical Commission marker stands on the Grosse Ile site of the

state’s oldest continuously working farm. Its owners are descendants

of William Macomb.

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