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Charlotte Forten

Charlotte Forten

Anti-slavery activist, poet, and educator Charlotte Forten was born in Philadelphia on August 17th, 1837 into an influential and affluent family. Her father ran a successful sail-making business. Many members of her family were active in the abolitionist movement. Her father, Robert Forten, and his brother-in-law, Robert Purvis, were abolitionists and members of the Philadelphia Vigilance Committee. She attended Higginson Grammar School in Salem, Massachusetts, as the only African American student in a class of 200.

The school offered classes in history, geography, drawing, and cartography, with special emphasis placed on critical thinking skills. Ms. Forten became a member of the Salem Female Anti-Slavery Society, where she was involved in coalition building and fund-raising. She proved to be influential as an activist and leader on civil rights. Her admirers and role models included William Lloyd Garrision, Wendell Phillips, John Greenleaf Whittier and other notable writers and abolitionists. It was in Salem that she first kept a diary.

Charlotte joined the local Anti-Slavery society in the same year she graduated from Higgison Grammar School, at the age of eighteen. After she graduated from Higginson, Forten studied literature and education at the Salem Normal School, which trained teachers. In 1856, Charlotte began her teaching career at the Epes Grammar School in Salem, the first African-American ever hired. Ms. Forten occasionally spoke to public groups on abolitionist issues. Forten was acquainted with many other anti-slavery proponents, such as the orators and activists Wendell Phillips, Maria Weston Chapman and William Wells Brown.

Wishing to be able to support herself, rather than turning to marriage as a solution, she matriculated at the Salem Normal School. She arranged for lectures by prominent speakers and writers, including Ralph Waldo Emerson and Senator Charles Sumner. She was well received as a teacher but returned to Philadelphia after two years due to illness. As she recuperated, Charlotte began writing. She served as a correspondent for the National Anti-Slavery Standard and the Atlantic Monthly.

Charlotte Forten longed to be part of a larger cause, and with the coming of the Civil War Forten found a way to act on her deepest beliefs. In 1862, she arrived on St. Helena Island, South Carolina, where she worked with Laura Towne. During the Civil War, Forten was the first Black teacher to join the mission to the South Carolina Sea Islands known as the Port Royal Experiment. This project was designed to help educate the hoards of destitute, illiterate slaves set free by the Emancipation Proclamation.

Only the casket left, the jewel gone
Whose noble presence filled these stately rooms,
And made this spot a shrine where pilgrims came—
Stranger and friend—to bend in reverence
Before the great, pure soul that knew no guile;
To listen to the wise and gracious words
That fell from lips whose rare, exquisite smile
Gave tender beauty to the grand, grave face.
 
Upon these pictured walls we see thy peers,—
Poet, and saint, and sage, painter, and king,—
A glorious band;—they shine upon us still;
Still gleam in marble the enchanting forms
Whereupon thy artist eye delighted dwelt;
Thy favorite Psyche droops her matchless face,
Listening, methinks, for the beloved voice
Which nevermore on earth shall sound her praise.
 
All these remain,—the beautiful, the brave,
The gifted, silent ones; but thou art gone!
Fair is the world that smiles upon us now;
Blue are the skies of June, balmy the air
That soothes with touches soft the weary brow;
And perfect days glide into perfect nights,—
Moonlit and calm; but still our grateful hearts
Are sad, and faint with fear,— for thou art gone!
 
Oh friend beloved, with longing, tear-filled eyes
We look up, up to the unclouded blue,
And seek in vain some answering sign from thee.
Look down upon us, guide and cheer us still
From the serene height where thou dwellest now;
Dark is the way without the beacon light
Which long and steadfastly thy hand upheld.
Oh, nerve with courage new the stricken hearts
Whose dearest hopes seem lost in losing thee.
 
-By Charlotte L. Forten Grimké
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