Samantha Among the Colored Folks: "My Ideas on the Race Problem" — A Reader’s Guide

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Holley, Marietta, 1836-1926, Kemble, E. W. (Edward Windsor), 1861-1933 [Illustrator] Project Gutenberg 2021 Not confirmed
African Americans -- Fiction; Race relations -- Fiction; Racism -- Fiction Readers of public-domain and historical texts
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Words 94,550
Reading time 412 min
Text sections 25

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Marietta Holley's 1898 novel uses Samantha's comic dialect and shifting opinions on race to frame a first-person narrative about African American colonization, with illustrations by E. W. Kemble. The excerpts show her wrestling with contradictory views through conversations and internal metaphors.
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nces, either on my side or on hisen.

It was one of the relations on his side that come on to us entirely onexpected and on the evenin’ stage that runs from Jonesville to Loontown. He was a passin’ through this part of the country on business, so he stopped off at Jonesville to see us.

He come with his portmanty and a satchel, and I mistrusted, after consultin’ them signs in the privacy of my own mind, that he had come to stay for quite a spell.

But I found in the fulness of time that my worst apprehensions wuz not realized.

I found instead of pantaloons and vests and things which I suspected wuz in the big satchel, I found out they wuz tracts and Bibles.

Why, I wuz fairly took aback when I discovered this fact, and felt guilty to think I had been cast down, and spozed things that wuzn’t so.

But whether they are on his side or on your own, visitors that come when you are deep in house-cleanin’, and most all your carpets took up, and your beds oncorded, and your buttery shelves dry and arid, can’t be welcomed with quite the cordiality you would show one in more different and prosperous times.

But we found out after a little conversation that Cousin John Richard Allen wuz a colporter, and didn’t lay out to stay only one night. So, as I say, I done the best I could with him, and felt my conscience justified.

He had a dretful good look to his face, for all mebby he wouldn’t be called beautiful. His eyes wuz deep and brilliant and clear, with a meanin’ in ’em that comes from a pure life and a high endeavor—a generous, lovin’ soul.

Yes, though it wuz one on his side instid of mine, justice makes me say he seemed to be a good feller, and smart as a whip, too. And he seemed to feel real friendly and cousinly towards us, though I had never laid eyes on him more than once or twice before. Josiah had known him when they wuz boys.

He had lived in Vermont, and had been educated high, been through college, and preachin’ schools of the best kind, and had sot out in life as a minister, but bein’ broke up with quinsy, and havin’ a desire to be in some Christian work, he took to colporterin’, and had been down in the Southern States to work amongst the freedmen for years.

He went not long after the war closed. I guess he hated to give up preachin’, for I believe my soul that he wanted to do good, and bein’ so awful smart it wuz a cross, I know—and once in a while he would kind o’ forget himself, and fall into a sort o’ preachin’, eloquent style of talkin’, even when he wuz conversin’ on such subjects as butter, and hens, and farmin’, and such. But I know he did it entirely onbeknown to himself.

And to the table—the blessin’ he asked wuz as likely a one as I ever see run at anybody’s table, but it wuz middlin’ lengthy, as long about as a small-sized sermon.

Josiah squirmed—I see he did, he squirmed hard, though he is a good Christian man. He wuz afraid the cream biscuit would be spilte by the delay; they are his favorites, and though I am fur from bein’ the one that ought to speak of it, my biscuit are called delicious.

And though I hate to say it, hate to show any onwillingness to be blessed to any length by so good a man and so smart a one—yet I must say them biscuit wuzn’t the biscuit they would have been had the blessin’ been more briefer, and they had been eat earlier.

Howsomever, they wuz pretty good ones after all, and Cousin John Richard partook of five right along one after the other, and seemed to enjoy the fifth one jest as well as he did the earlier editions. They wuzn’t very large, but light, and tender.

Wall, after supper, he and my pardner sot down in the settin’-room, while I wuz a washin’ up the dishes, and a settin’ the sponge for my griddle-cakes for breakfast.

And I hearn ’em a talkin’ about Uncle Noah, and Uncle Darius, and Cousin Melinda, and Sophronia Ann, and Aunt Marrier and her children—and lots more that I had never hearn of, or had forgot if I had.

They seemed to be a takin’ solid comfort, though I see that Cousin John Richard every time he got a chance would kinder preach on ’em.

The novel opens with Samantha, Josiah Allen's wife, reflecting on her evolving ideas about race. In the excerpts, she describes listening to Victor, a young Black man who advocates for African colonization. Her narration is marked by a colloquial, self-deprecating voice—she speaks of being 'riz up' and 'eppisoding' to herself—and a tendency to shift positions mid-thought. The text includes illustrations by E. W. Kemble, such as one captioned 'The dumb Fools!' and another showing Uncle Nate Gowdey, which visually punctuate the narrative. Holley uses Samantha's perspective to explore the 'race problem' without offering a single, stable argument.

Samantha's Unstable Voice

Samantha's narration is the novel's central device. She speaks in a heavy dialect—'I sot demute,' 'I hain't one to go half way'—and frequently undercuts her own pronouncements. When she hears Victor's plan for a colony in Africa, she admits, 'I felt that I wouldn't take it back. No; I had spoke my mind as things seemed to me then,' but then immediately pivots: 'the more Victor talked the more I felt that his idees wuz right.' This pattern of assertion and reversal recurs throughout the excerpts. Her voice is also comic: she offers Victor 'a bushel of my best dried apples' and 'a dozen of them pans' for Africa, mixing earnest support with absurd practicality. Readers should attend to how Samantha's language—her metaphors, her asides, her self-corrections—reveals a character who is both opinionated and uncertain.

Victor as a Counterpoint

Victor is described in physical and moral detail that contrasts with Samantha's rambling style. He has 'a clear-cut, resolute face' and eyes that 'would fairly melt sometimes, and then agin they would look you through and through.' Samantha presents him as earnest, Christian, and devoted to 'the welfare of his mother's people.' His arguments for colonization are given at length, and Samantha reports them with admiration. Yet the excerpts do not show Victor's own speech directly; we only hear Samantha's paraphrase. This indirect presentation means Victor's ideas are filtered through her consciousness. The reader must gauge how much of his position is Holley's own and how much is a foil for Samantha's developing views. The illustrations—such as 'The Leader' and 'Felix and the Teacher'—offer visual interpretations of Black characters that may reinforce or complicate the text's racial politics.

The Role of Metaphor and Digression

Samantha frequently uses extended metaphors and digressions to process her thoughts. She speaks of 'drawing metafors further' than ever before and 'eppisoding to myself.' For instance, she cannot 'keep Sarah out of my mind' when thinking of Africa, conflating the biblical desert with colonization. These rhetorical habits are not mere decoration; they show how Samantha grapples with abstract ideas through concrete, often domestic, imagery. Her offer of dried apples, pans, and hens turns a political scheme into a household provisioning. The novel's structure—25 text sections, each likely containing such digressions—means that the argument about race is embedded in comic, quotidian detail. Readers should watch for how Samantha's metaphors shift her stance, sometimes undermining the very points she seems to endorse.

Visual and Textual Interplay

The illustrations by E. W. Kemble are listed in detail, with captions like 'The old and feeble Ones,' 'A Ku-Kluxer,' and 'Under the white Cross.' These images appear at specific points in the narrative, often depicting scenes or characters described in the text. For example, the illustration 'The dumb Fools!' likely accompanies a moment of frustration or satire. Kemble's style—caricature-like, with exaggerated features—was common in period racial imagery. The interplay between Samantha's sympathetic but limited perspective and Kemble's visual choices creates a layered reading experience. The publisher's note explains that the title was changed from Samantha on the Race Problem to Samantha Among the Colored Folks for the popular edition, signaling a shift in marketing. Readers should consider how the illustrations frame the characters and whether they reinforce or critique Samantha's views.

Because the excerpts cover only portions of the novel, a first reading should focus on Samantha's narrative voice as the primary lens. Her contradictions and comic digressions are not flaws but deliberate strategies for exploring a contentious topic. Pay attention to how Holley balances humor with serious argument, and note where the illustrations and captions add another layer of meaning. The novel does not resolve the 'race problem' but rather presents one woman's ongoing, messy engagement with it.

I keep coming back to how Samantha wobbles between certainty and doubt, her voice tripping over its own goodwill. That same ache of loving someone while missing their truth lingers with me after reading Samantha Among the Colored Folks. It reminded me, gently, of the quiet complications I found in Their Child — Key Ideas to Explore—a different story, but the same tender bewilderment when we try to see each other whole.

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