Long history In 1517, Father Bartolome de Las Casas was very sympathetic to those Indians who lived an inhuman life in the gold mines of the Antilles and worked hard to death. He suggested to King Carlos V of Spain , Send black people to replace them, let black people live an inhuman life in the gold mines of the Antilles, and work hard to death.His merciful heart led to this strange change, which later led to countless things: Handy's black folk music blues, the Paris fame of East Coast painter Dr. 500,000 soldiers died in the film, 3.3 billion US dollars in veterans' pensions, a statue of the legendary Farruccio, and the word "lynching" was included in the thirteenth edition of the Dictionary of the Spanish Royal Academy. Amazing movie "Hallelujah" in Cerrito leading his men of mixed races of different shades of skin to charge, the grace of a certain lady, the black man who assassinated Martin Fierro, the sentimental rumba "Peanut Vendor", Tucson · Lauferdur was arrested and imprisoned like Napoleon, the Christian cross in Haiti and the snake god believed by blacks, the blood sacrifice of sheep slaughtered by black wizards, the Canton mouth dance, the predecessor of tango, and so on.

In addition, there is the deeds of the liberator Lazarus Morell, who said all good things and did all evil things. Place The greatest river in the world, the Mississippi, the father of all rivers, is the stage for the performance of that incomparable villain (Alvarez de Pineda discovered the river, the first sailing expedition on it was El Captain Nando de Soto, the man who conquered Peru, taught the Inca king Atahualpa how to play chess to avoid years of imprisonment. After de Soto died, he was buried in water in the Mississippi River). The vast Mississippi is the endless and hidden brother of the Parana, Uruguay, Amazon, and Orinoco.Its sources are mixed; every year, more than 400 million tons of sediment are poured into the sea through the Gulf of Mexico.Over the years, this mass of silt and rubbish accumulated into a delta, where the dissolving remains of the continent formed swamps, on which grew huge cypress trees, a labyrinth of mud, dead fish, and reeds that gradually expanded its fetid and silent borders and territory.Upstream Arkansas and Ohio are also vast lowlands.There dwelt a race of yellow-skinned, frail, fever-prone people who were attached to stone and iron ore because they had nothing but sand and wood and muddy river water.

crowd In the early nineteenth century (the time of our story), the vast cotton fields on both sides of the Mississippi River were planted by black people early in the morning and in the dark.They lived in wooden huts and slept on dirt floors.Except for the mother's blood relationship, the kinship relationship is chaotic and ambiguous.It doesn't matter if these people have a first name or a last name.They are illiterate.The English he speaks is procrastinated, like singing with a fake voice, and the tone is very sad.Bending under the foreman's whip, they worked in single file.Often they fled; bearded men mounted tall horses, and led fierce hounds to hunt them down.

They kept a little of the animal hope and the African fear, and then added words from the Bible, so they believed in Christ.They sang "Moses Come" in low voices in groups.In their minds, the Mississippi River is an excellent image of the dirty Jordan River. The masters of this toilsome land and these negroes were long-haired, well-fed, greedy lords, who lived in big mansions by the river, with front doors always made of white pine in imitation of Greece.A strong-bodied slave often cost a thousand dollars to buy, but it didn't last long.Some slaves became so ungrateful that they fell ill and died.Of course it was necessary to squeeze the maximum profit out of these unreliable fellows.Therefore, they have to be in the field from early to dark; therefore, the plantation must have a cotton, tobacco, or sugar cane harvest every year.This ruthless method of cultivation caused great damage to the land, and its fertility was exhausted within a few years: the plantations degenerated into patches of barren sand.The abandoned farms, the suburbs of towns, the dense sugar plantations, and the swamps of the humble are inhabited by poor whites.Most of them were fishermen, wandering hunters and horse thieves.They even begged for stolen food from the Negroes; despite their poverty, they retained a little pride: the fact that their blood was pure and unmixed.Lazarus Morel was one of such men.

Morel The picture of Morel that frequently appears in American magazines is not himself.It is no accident that the true face of such a famous figure is rarely circulated.It is conceivable that Morel was unwilling to be photographed as a souvenir, mainly so as not to leave useless traces, and at the same time to increase his mystery... But we know that he was ugly when he was young, his eyes were too close together, and his lips were too thin. Give people a good impression.Afterwards the years had given him the air of an aging thug and a criminal at large.He was like an old-fashioned Southern rich man, despite his poor childhood and hard life.He hadn't read the Bible, but he made a big deal out of his sermons. "I've seen Lazarus Morel from the pulpit," said the owner of a casino in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, "and listened to his cautionary speeches and watched his tears Well, I know he's a pervert, a slave-trafficking liar, and capable of killing people in front of God, but I can't help crying too."

Another wonderful example of holy passion is provided by Morel himself. "I opened the Bible by chance, found a suitable passage of St. Paul's, and preached for an hour and twenty minutes. During this time, Crenshaw and the men did not stay in vain, and they put the horses of the audience. Brought them all away. We sold all the horses in Arkansas except for a hot bay sau, which I kept as a mount for myself. Crenshaw liked it too, but I made him see he wasn't worthy." act Stealing horses from one state and selling them in another was a minor sidekick in Morel's criminal career, but it had so much merit that Morrel earned a place in the biographies of villains. prominent position.It was a novelty, not only because of the uniqueness of the circumstances in which it was determined, but also because of the sordidness of the means, the play of hope, the obsession with hope, and the gradual evolution of a nightmare.Yarcapon and "Beetle" Moran possessed strong capital and a group of murderous desperadoes, operating in big cities.Their deeds, however, cannot be brought to the fore. They are nothing more than to dominate one side, and you fight over each other... As for the number of people, Morel has more than a thousand people under his command, all of whom have sworn and are determined to follow him.Two hundred people formed the Supreme Council to issue orders, and the remaining 800 people obeyed.It is the following group of people who take the risk.If anyone rebels, let them fall into the hands of the authorities and be punished by law, or throw them into the turbulent current, with a stone tied to their feet to prevent the corpse from floating.Mostly mulattoes, they performed their ignominious tasks in the following manner:

Walking around the great plantations of the South, sometimes with luxurious rings on their fingers, they picked a hapless black man and said there was a way to set him free.The solution is to get the blacks to escape from the old owner's plantation, and they will sell it to another estate far away.He gave part of the money from selling himself to himself, and then helped him escape, and finally took him to a state that had abolished black slavery.Money and freedom, jingling silver dollars plus freedom, is there any more tempting temptation than this?Desperate for everything, the Negro decided on his first escape.

The way of escape is naturally the waterway.A canoe, a steamer's hold, a barge, a big raft with a shed or a canvas tent in front of it, it doesn't matter where you go, as long as you're on that river that's going on and you know you're sailing... …he was sold to another plantation and fled again to the sugar cane or the valley.At this moment, those terrible benefactors (whom he had begun to distrust) proposed various fees to be paid, and said that he would have to sell him once more, and the last time, when he returned, he would give him two commissions and freedom.The blacks had no choice but to sell them again, to do hard work for a period of time, and to escape for the last time at the risk of being chased and whipped by hounds.He came back bloody, sweaty, hopeless, and just wanted to lie down and sleep.

ultimate freedom This issue has to be considered from a legal point of view.Before the old master of the black man reported his escape and offered a reward for his capture, Morrell's minions would not sell him.Because anyone can detain fugitive slaves, future sales can only be considered fraud, not theft.Litigation is a waste of money because losses are never recovered. This approach can never be more insurance, but not forever.Negroes have mouths and can speak.Out of gratitude or sorrow, black people will tell the truth.The bitch-slave dude got some grudging cash from them, spent it in a whorehouse in El Cairo, Illinois, and gave away the secret over a few glasses of rye whiskey.In those years there was an abolitionist party raging up in the North; dangerous lunatics who denied slave ownership, preached black liberty, and made them run away.Morel didn't want to be on an equal footing with those anarchists.They are not Northern Yankees, but Southern whites, and their ancestors have been white for generations.He planned to quit this business. He might as well become a rich man, buy a large cotton field, raise a group of slaves, and let them line up in rows and bend over to work all day long.Based on his experience, he didn't want to take unnecessary risks anymore.

The fugitive yearns for freedom.So the half-breeds under Lazarus Morell passed an order to each other (maybe it was just a code, everyone understood it), and gave them a complete liberation: let him be indifferent, ignorant, far away from the world, get rid of grievances, No hounds to chase, no hope to tease, no blood and sweat to bid farewell to your skin forever.A bullet, a stab in the stomach, or a club in the head, and only the tortoises and the four-whiskers in the Mississippi will hear the last of him. catastrophe With the help of his confidants, Morrel's business must flourish. At the beginning of 1834, some seventy blacks had been "liberated", and many were ready to follow these "lucky" pioneers.The scope of activities is larger than before, and new manpower needs to be absorbed.Among those who took the oath of allegiance was a young man named Virgil Stewart, a native of Arkansas, who soon rose to prominence in cruelty.His uncle was a rich man who had lost many black slaves. In August 1843, Stewart broke his oath and denounced Morel and others.Police surrounded Morell's New Orleans home.Whether through negligence or bribery, Morrel took advantage of the situation and escaped.

Three days passed.Morrel had been hiding in an old mansion in the Rue de Toulouse with creepers and statues in its yard.He seemed to eat very little, and was always walking up and down the large dark room with his bare feet, smoking a cigar, and brooding.He sent a nigger from the mansion to send two letters to Natchez and one to Red River.On the fourth day, three men came and talked to him about the next morning.On the evening of the fifth day Morrel woke up, ordered a razor, shaved clean, dressed, and went out.He walked peacefully through the northern suburbs.In the open fields, in the lowlands beside the Mississippi, his steps were much lighter. His plan was so audacious that it bordered on madness.He wanted to take advantage of the last of those who still held him in awe—the docile blacks of the South.Seeing that their escaped companions never returned, they had little hope of being free.Morel's plan was to start a great Negro uprising, take New Orleans, loot, and occupy the place.After being betrayed, Morrel fell so badly and nearly ruined that he planned a statewide response to elevate crime to Liberation for the history books.He went to Natchez, where he was most powerful, with this purpose.Here is his own account of the trip: "I drove on foot for four days, but I still couldn't get a horse. On the fifth day, I rested by a small river, intending to drink some water and take a nap. I was sitting on a fallen tree trunk, looking at the Looking at the distance I walked a few hours ago, I suddenly saw a man approaching. He had a dark horse on his hip. He was so handsome. As soon as I saw it, I made up my mind to take his horse. I stood up and used a beautiful revolver I faced him and ordered him to dismount. He did so. I grabbed the rein with my left hand and pointed at the river with the gun barrel with my right hand, telling him to go forward. He stopped after walking two hundred steps. I told him to take off his clothes. He Said: Since you must kill me, let me pray before I die. I said I don't have time to listen to him pray. He knelt on the ground, and I shot him in the back of the head. I cut him in the stomach , took out the internal organs, and threw the body into the river. Then I searched his pockets and found four hundred yuan, three cents, and seven cents, and a lot of documents, which I didn't waste time looking through. His boots They were brand new and fit my feet perfectly. My own pair were so worn out that they were thrown into the creek too. "That's how I got the horses I desperately needed to get into Natchez City." to interrupt Morell led the Negroes who dreamed of hanging him, and Morell was hanged by the Negroes he dreamed of leading—I regret to admit that no such sensational event occurred in the history of the Mississippi.Contrary to all poetic karma (or poetic symmetry), he is not buried in the river of his crimes. On January 2, 1835, Lazarus Morel died of pulmonary congestion in a hospital in Natchez.He was hospitalized under the name Silas Buckley.A patient in the general ward recognized him. On January 2nd and 4th, several plantation slaves planned to revolt, but it was suppressed without bloodshed.