“They were called patrollers or, variously, ‘pate rollers,’ ‘paddy
rollers,’ or ‘patte rolls,’ and they were meant to be part of the solution to
Colonial America’s biggest problem, labor. Unlike Great Britain, which had a
large, basically immobile peasant class that could be forced to work for
subsistence wages, there weren’t enough cheap bodies in America to do the grunt
work. If you were a planter looking to make your fortune in rice or tobacco—the
New World’s cash crops—you had to size up to industrial scale, and for that you
needed bodies, armies of bodies, a labor force that could be made to work for
terms no less brutal than those inflicted on the miserables of Europe.
“Native Americans weren’t the solution, not after disease,
war, and murderous forms of forced labor reduced their number by half.
Indentured servants were imported, but in numbers too few to fill the void, and
they had a habit of running off: the wide frontier beckoned, all that empty
space for sass-mouths and malcontents to vanish into. So it became Africans.
Jamestown received its first cargo of enslaved humans in 1619, a dozen years
after the colony’s founding: ‘20 and odd Negroes,’ according to records, the
first installment on the estimated 455,000 who would eventually land in North
America.
“Control of this new labor force would be key; mutiny was the
great fear. By the early 1700's, a comprehensive system of racially directed law
enforcement was well on its way to being fully developed. This was, in fact,
the first systematic form of policing in the land that would become the United
States. The northeast colonies relied on the informal ‘night-watch’ system of
volunteer policing and on private security to protect commercial property.
“In the southern colonies, policing’s origins were rooted in
the slave economy and the radically racialized social order that invented ‘whiteness’
as the ultimate boundary. ‘Whites,’ no matter how poor or low, could not be
held in slavery. ‘Blacks’ could be enslaved by anyone—whites, free blacks, and
people of mixed race. The distinction—and the economic order that created
it—was maintained by a legally sanctioned system of surveillance, intimidation,
and brute force whose purpose was the control of blacks. Slave patrols, or ‘paddy
rollers,’ were the chief enforcers of this system; groups of armed, mounted
whites who rode at night among the plantations and settlements of their
assigned ‘beats’—the word originated with the patrols—seeking out runaway
slaves, unsanctioned gatherings, weapons, contraband, and generally any sign of
potential revolt. They were the stuff of lore and songs:
“‘Run Nigger run, Patty Roller will catch you, Run Nigger run
I’ll shoot you with my flintlock gun.
Run nigger run, Patty Roller will catch you, Run, nigger run, you’d better get away.’
I’ll shoot you with my flintlock gun.
Run nigger run, Patty Roller will catch you, Run, nigger run, you’d better get away.’
“Slave patrols usually consisted of three to six white men on
horseback equipped with guns, rope, and whips. ‘A mounted man presents an
awesome figure, and the power and majesty of a group of men on horseback, at
night, could terrify slaves into submission,’ writes Sally Hadden in her fine
and useful book Slave Patrols: Law and Violence in Virginia and the
Carolinas. Among other duties, paddy rollers enforced the pass system,
which required all slaves absent from their master’s property to have a pass,
or ‘ticket,’ signed by the master indicating permission for travel. Any slave
encountered without a pass was subject to detention and beating on the spot,
although possession of a valid pass was by no means a guarantee against
beating.
“Certain people, granted power, can be counted on to abuse
those under their authority just because they can; one imagines moreover that
gratuitous beatings relieved the tedium and fatigue of nightlong patrols and
served to reinforce the notion of who was boss. The paddy rollers’ authority
extended to patrolling plantation grounds and entering slave quarters, where
the presence of books, writing paper, weapons, liquor, luxury items, or more
than the usual store of provisions was cause for beating. ‘Gatherings’—weddings,
funerals, church services—were grounds for beating, writes Hadden. Mingling
with whites, especially poor whites, or any ‘loose, disorderly or suspected
person’: beating. Back talk: beating. Dressing tidily: beating. Singing certain
hymns: beating. Even best behavior could earn a lick…
“The system continued largely intact after Emancipation and
the defeat of the Confederacy. Legally sanctioned slave patrols were replaced
by night-riding vigilantes like the Ku Klux Klan, whose white robes, flaming
torches, and queer pseudo-ghost talk were intended for maximum terrorizing
effect. Lynching and shooting took place alongside the more traditional
punishments of beating and whipping; blacks’ economic value as slaves had
evaporated, and with it the constraints on lethal force that had offered some
measure of protection under the old system. White supremacy continued as the
dominant reality for the next hundred years, a social and psychological reality
maintained by terror, surveillance, and the letter of the law. Its power was
such that even the New Deal—the most profound reordering of American society
since the Civil War—left white supremacy intact. Twenty-six lynchings were
recorded in Southern states in 1933. An anti-lynching bill was defeated in
Congress in 1935. Southern blacks’ awareness of antebellum history was acute,
naturally enough given that they were living it. ‘Even seventy years after
freedom came,’ Hadden writes, ‘one former bondsman declared he still had his
badge and pass to show the patrol, so that no one could molest him.’
“We don’t have to know the particulars of history in order to
live it in our bones. Sometimes history arrives as a sense of the uncanny, the
peculiar weight of certain words and acts, a suffusion of dreadful power. We
might suppose the pass system is long gone, but there it is in stop-and-frisk,
in racial profiling, in the reflexive fear and violence of our own time.
Trayvon Martin, 17 years old, walking down the street just minding his own,
killed by a self-anointed, night-riding, so-called neighborhood watchman.
Sandra Bland, died in a Texas jail after being pulled over for failure to
signal a lane change. Walter Scott, stopped by police in North Charleston for
an allegedly broken taillight, shot to death with eight bullets in his back.
Philando Castile, popular school cafeteria supervisor, shot dead in Falcon
Heights, Minnesota, during a traffic stop for, allegedly, a broken taillight
(accounts differ); records reveal that he’d been pulled over no fewer than 52 times
by local police in the preceding 14 years and owed over $6,000 in outstanding
fines. That $6,000 in fines opens the window onto another ugly echo of times
past, the use of law enforcement to extract profit from black and brown people.
“Michael Brown’s death at the hands of Ferguson police led to
the exposure of a municipal regime that deployed police less for the sake of
public safety than as a means of plundering the African-American community. In
2010, Ferguson’s finance director informed the police chief that ‘unless ticket
writing ramps up significantly before the end of the year, it will be hard to
significantly raise collections next year.’ A new ‘I-270 traffic enforcement
initiative… to fill the revenue pipeline’ is plainly documented, and by Oct.
31, 2014, the municipal courts of Ferguson, a town of 21,000 residents
(two-thirds of whom are black), had handled no fewer than 53,000 traffic cases
that year. By 2015, more than one-fifth of the town’s revenue would come from
fines and fees. The community’s frustration after years of harassment, abuse,
and humiliation at the hands of the police would finally explode in the protests
that followed Michael Brown’s death.
“Some facts sit heavier in the gut than others. It may be
that the American brain is wired for certain cues, or maybe it’s just the
nature of systems of control, systems that grant or withhold sanction to move
about, to work, to vote, to be secure in your home and body, to be free of
suspicion absent evidence to the contrary. Sanction, in other words, to
exercise your full humanity. Slave patrols and passes, the Klan, Jim Crow—these
are historical incarnations of a social order that held people of color to
less-than status, the necessary corollary to white supremacy.
“One doubts that Donald Trump knew the first thing about the
pass system and paddy rollers when he took up the birther movement in 2011,
employing lies and the cheapest sorts of innuendo to mainstream the
allegation—the outright fantasy—that Barack Obama was not a genuine U.S.
citizen. Trump, that master plumber of the American psyche, intuited the heat
in the allegation, its potential for exciting the country’s ingrained racism.
You couldn’t very well send night riders in full cone head regalia to burn a
cross on the White House lawn in hopes of running the Obamas out of town, but
you could harass and attack by other means, wage a 21st-century version of vigilante
warfare on behalf of white supremacy.
“And so it went: the black man didn’t belong in the White
House because he wasn’t a real American. He was an interloper, a pretender.
Less than American. Which, of course, has been exactly the issue for people of
color in America for 400 years, the issue brought into high relief—the
schizophrenia inscribed by the country’s own hand, in effect—by the fine ideals
expressed in the founding documents. All men created equal. Certain
inalienable rights. So who is a ‘man’? Who is to be counted among ‘we
the people’? Who is entitled to full enjoyment of the God-given rights of life,
liberty, and the pursuit of happiness and the protection and exercise of those
rights as provided by the laws of the country? Trayvon Martin clearly wasn’t.
Zimmerman walked, and it became necessary to say what in a just society would
go without saying: Black lives matter…” (Slavery and the Origins of the American Police State by Ben Fountain, Gen Medium).
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