Is “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” a force for good?
June 18, 2011 | Salon, The Barnes & Noble Review
A new book reassesses the controversial anti-slavery novel and explores its mixed legacy.
Is “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” a force for good, or is it just a mediocre book? More than any other written work, it helped to provoke the Civil War and hasten the end of slavery. In its day (it was published in 1852) it stood as a progressive vision of race and an affirmation of blacks’ humanity. Then again, as the book’s modern critics have argued, it entrenched pernicious stereotypes of African Americans that have persisted through the years: the mammy in her bandana, the sambo dancing wildly, the impish pickaninny, and of course the meek, submissive Uncle Tom.
The book was read by millions — and the story learned by millions more in plays and films — which spread the stereotypes far and wide. David Reynolds writes in “Mightier than the Sword,” a study of the book and its place in history, that “It is the height of irony that [Harriet Beecher] Stowe’s novel, which had long been hailed by blacks as a chief means of liberation for their race, should yield the damning epithet that was applied to sycophants who compromised integrity and ethics by kowtowing to whites.”
In such circumstances it is best to return to the source. Here, taken not quite at random, is Stowe’s introduction of the character Topsy, an African-American child:
She was one of the blackest of her race; and her round, shining eyes, glittering as glass beads, moved with quick and restless glances over everything in the room. Her mouth, half open with astonishment at the wonders of the new Mas’r’s parlor, displayed a white and brilliant set of teeth. Her woolly hair was braided in sundry little tails, which stuck out in every direction. The expression of her face was an odd mixture of shrewdness and cunning… she was dressed in a single filthy, ragged garment, made of bagging… Altogether, there was something odd and goblin-like about her appearance.
One tries not to miss the forest for the trees, but this racism is ugly and hurtful and difficult for today’s reader to overlook. Passages like this — the book is full of them — remind us that “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” belongs to a moment in time, and carried a social and political utility that does not depend on its enduring appeal as art, or indeed as morals. Stowe’s racial views were like Lincoln’s: benevolent but patronizing, progressive but not radical; ideal, it seems, to appeal to a large swath of the country. Had she gone any further, “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” would have reached far fewer readers. As it is, the book infuriated the entire South.
As literature, “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” is pretty hammy, its style defined by maudlin sentimentalism. Yet as Reynolds notes, it was irresistible to nineteenth-century audiences, with “just the right blend of engaging storytelling and popular culture to make its higher-law, antislavery message palatable to many readers.” The narrative broadly follows the fates of two slaves sold by their gentle Kentucky master: Tom, who accepts his lot and, Christ-like, ends up whipped to death by a cruel Louisiana owner, and Eliza, who runs away, staying one step ahead of slave catchers as she and her family race to Canada. Although the story is exciting, the prose is sappy and melodramatic, the narrative interrupted by heavy-handed Christian proselytizing and awkward asides to the reader. One critic aptly labeled it Sunday-school fiction.
“Mightier than the Sword” is a valuable and engaging survey of the book’s genesis and legacy, from its role in antebellum culture and politics to its echoes in milestone films and novels like “The Birth of a Nation,” “Gone with the Wind,” and “Roots”. “Uncle Tom’s Cabin”‘s greatest historical impact, Reynolds contends, was to awaken northern middle-class sentiment to the horrors of slavery. Squabbling anti-slavery factions united behind its message, and southerners grimly put it down and began closing ranks. The book was everywhere. “Mightier than the Sword” contains a fascinating discussion and photograph collection of the many Uncle Tom products (“Tomitudes”) that saturated the country, including card games, engravings, jigsaw puzzles, and trinkets. Slapped onto every snuffbox, Uncle Tom was as ubiquitous as a Disney character. As it happens, Mickey Mouse played him in blackface in 1933.