BLOG 29-SAMPLE OF MY WORK
THIS SEGMENT OF MY BOOK WAS EASY TO WRITE AS IT IS BASED ON TRUE FACTS ABOUT THE PEOPLE I ONCE TREASURED AS FAMILY AND EVENTS THAT HAD OCCURED IN THE PAST SIX YEARS WHEN I LIVED WITH THEM. THEIR NAMES ARE TRUE. THE ONLY FICTION IN THIS PIECE IS THE TIME PERIOD AND THE FACT SLAVERY IS NOT ALLOWED IN AUSTRALIA.
One of these so-called wealthy people was Robert Hamilton and his family who arrived in the area in the mid eighteen fifties from Georgia, claiming he and his family did not believe in secession, therefore could not stay in a state that was ready for war, and therefore did not want to be a part of it. He claimed he did not believe in slavery neither but rumours said they were wealthy landowners from Monroe, Georgia whose wealth went back to the times of the Colonies and English rule and that their wealth had ties to their English heritage. Hamilton only thought of himself and no one else. He placed himself at the top of his own self-importance pyramid, and then his selected few dogs, then his personal property, all before his wife and family. His sister and other family members meant nothing to him nor had a look in to his social society unless they had wealth and even though they did, they wanted nothing to do with him or his family. His wife, Judith was no better. She thought of herself first, then her dogs but was closer to her sons than Robert was. She too had friends that she socialized with regularly, unlike Robert, whom he back stabbed out of ear range, yet fell all over them to impress them in their company.
Many said by gossip, her money brought their friends and that their personal property was more valuable to them that their slave labour force.
Arriving in the Jettena Junction region, the Hamilton has claimed a vast region of virgin land south of the Jettena River Junction and went about building a new life. Their money brought the best of everything from building materials to workers with many trades, bringing them to the district in their droves. Within six months, the Hamilton’s had built a fine plantation and ranch system that stretched south along the western bank of the Susquehanna River and on the southern bank of the Jettena River covering a thousand acres of rich fertile soil. They grew crops and raised cattle, supplying the area with food as well as transporting it to the major cities. It gave employment to all in the region and brought in many new families as Pennsylvania was not a slave state, all the work was done by employed labourers, boosting the economy. There was also a constant flow of strangers coming and going. Many were single men from the south with no families. They stayed to themselves whilst in the region.
Very little was known about the Hamilton’s and it seemed no-one cared about their past as the Hamilton’s had fitted in to the local community, bringing wealth to the region. Robert Hamilton and his wife became good friends with William “Wiggs” Mannix, grandson of Daniel and Matilda Mannix and soul provider to and ran the LMDB Trading Post. With Hamilton shipping in supplies to and from his plantation/ranch, he sought permission from the Pennsylvanian State Government to run his own private railway. The Pennsylvania Government, at first refused but with the offer to ship supplies for them and the military as well as his own private goods and profiting from his wealth, they agreed and another private railway was running along the growing lengths of lines from Philadelphia to Pittsburgh and down to Washington DC, Hamilton’s railways ran day and night. As war loomed, he even carried military supplies about the country for the governments.
This was only a front for his true nature of his goals, Robert Hamilton, better known in Georgia as ‘THE PIG OF MONROE’ was not a true Union loyalist but actually a Confederate sympathiser and close friends with Jefferson Davis. It was true that his and her families came from English aristocratic backgrounds and it was Judith Hamilton’s wealth that backed Sharkpoint Plantation back in Monroe Georgia, which was still in the family and was one of the biggest slave run plantations in the country. Hamilton’s father and grandfather before him had made their fortune in the slave trade, importing them from Africa and the Caribbean and selling them throughout the southern states. He was known throughout Georgia and the Carolina’s for his cruel brutality to the slaves as he showed no care for them. He had a death rate of twenty one percent of slaves purchased in the first year would die of beaten and starvation. Along with his friendship to Jefferson Davis, the Hamilton’s’ mingled with society of the Confederacy including the proclaimed General Pike, a hero of the Mexican War of the eight forties. This brutality had split his family. His sister and her family disapproved of his ways and attitude towards his coloured servants and had not spoken to him for many years, wanting to have nothing to do with him. It was noted they had moved up north somewhere in Maine.
Whilst Robert Hamilton made out he was a big man, he was a very cheesy person with a Cheshiresmile that grew with each moment he hosted but yet was a pessimistic, narcissistic, sadistic, cynical, sarcastic, sardonic, negative thinking person and a bit obnoxious, whom loved tormenting others with snide comments which could be noted a being very cynical and caustic. He would lie in bed most of the morning with many of the dogs sleeping with him. He was so lazy that he would scream like a child for someone to come and let the dogs out or in which ever circumstances arose (if the dogs wanted to come in or go out) and would continue till they were attended to. He would not get up to let them in or out or for someone to get his breakfast. He would leave everything to the last minute then begin abusing people because he was not ready and on his way to do what ever he had planned. If he found a wet or solid waste from a dog on the floor, he would stand over it and scream for someone to come and clean it up and they would have to work around him to do so. It was said that he could be heard all night coughing and spluttering so loud that the entire house rocked with every vibration. Meanwhile his wife, Judith thought of herself and her nineteen dogs that shadowed her every move, getting under everyone's feet. She thought more of the dogs than humans did. They ranged from small Pomeranians to large maltase breeds. Guests were made to sit on the floor whilst dogs took the luxury armchairs. They would be present at dinner parties where guests were expected to feed them, giving up the food from their plate. At times, the bigger dogs even helped themselves by taking food from the table. The dogs would gather around the feet of the guests. Others just simply placed their nose upon the table beside the plates of food. One dog, Missey Hamilton was large enough to stand up beside the guests and with a large tongue like an ant-eater, would lash out at the plate, licking or stealing food. She would go from plate to plate, often scaring the guests as they ate. It has even been stated that the dogs licked the preparation area in the kitchen where food was handled and prepared and that it was not washed down before more food was prepared and were fed before their guests. There were even times when guests were seated at the dinning table, bad odors, aromas would circulate the table. It was definitely coming from one of the dogs and whilst no-one said anything, it would be during the main course that Judith Hamilton would suddenly comment and start checking the tail regions of every dog in the presence of people till she found the one that had the excrement, call to a coloured servant to bring her a pair of scissor and some rags and at the table, begin cutting it away and whipping it away, placing the rags on the table by her plate. The house smelt of dog. The house smelt of urine and feces or excrement which the dogs done anywhere. They could not be expected to go outside. When Robert Hamilton saw feces of a wet stain on the floor, he would step over it and call to his wife, telling her of its location. If someone was speaking, Judith Hamilton often cut his or her conversation off to speak what was on her mind. The constant relieving of the dogs stained the polished floorboards. Slaves were made to clean it up.
No one could speak when the dogs cut him or her off or they would be degraded with a harsh toned voice. Everyone would have to give way to Mrs Hamilton and her entourage of dogs. At times in addition, they would pass someone the stop before them. There was many a time people would trip over them. Mrs Hamilton would rush back or out from her location, showing concern for the dog even if the person who had tripped over them, was lying upon the floor or ground. She held and showed no concern for them but treated the dog like a child and as if seriously injured. However, people, residence and guests alike were expected to drop everything to stop the many fights between the dogs that occurred on regular occasions and it was their fault they fought. There were two such dogs that no one could handle, Lexie and Karmar, which would annoy everyone, whilst Jay Jay and Buster were the two biggest sooks of the lot and were pampered all the time. She would speak to them as if they were children and often used the dogs to have an excuse to stand behind people, making them feel nervous.
There was on incident where she was pulled over by two dogs which she intended to take for a walk as the five slaves, whom were present in the room with her were flogged because she fell. The Slave Servant whom helped her up was flogged and the hung for handling her. The dogs were fed better than their slaves were. They slept with her on the beds whilst the slaves slept on straw or dirt. She spoke civil to the dogs, not so to slave and said rude remarks to their guests. It was commonly known that when Judith went to the toilet out behind the main homestead, all the dogs would follow and form up around the door that the bigger dogs would open it. There was no latch or locking mechanism on it to keep the door secure. It was also noted and commented upon that when Judith was going to the toilet, she would tell the dogs so, “Mummy’s going to the toilet to do pee pee or poopies.” If a guest went to the toilet, Judith would lead the dogs past the building where they would stop, sit there and watch her or any of her guests. She had no respect for anyone’s privacy.
Judith Hamilton was anti-alcohol and condemned anyone who drank or the amount they drank whilst her husband guzzled any type of alcohol down. "Pissed to the eyeballs" was her favourite saying, which did not impress many of their guests. Very few guests returned after their one off experience at Hamilton's generosity and hoardings.
Judith trusted none of her coloured servants with any task as she often stated "She could do the tasks better.” She often was seen where the servants were working, standing behind them watching, or taking over the task, pushing the Servant aside or to the floor and with a length of broomstick she always carried, would lash out at the servant. It was also claim by her eldest son, Chris, after a drinking spree at another function with guests, which his mother would take to him with the broomstick for what his younger bitter Craig did as a child. This claim, his mother bluntly denied but their guests were left wondering about their hosts.
The rudest gesture of Robert Hamilton was not what he said nor his dogs but the constant public regurgitate (burping) and gastric passing of wind (farting) from the rear of his body. On many occasional, both went hand in hand, together. In addition there was no attempt to hide the rudeness from his guests as to him, it was nature. It had been said he and his dogs had contests to release the foulest smell whilst dinning, followed by the rudest, disgusting sounds. To him, this was a joke. Even when he greeted people, he would let fly with the burping gastric passes. Several time it is said whilst in public that he had soiled himself, laughed aloud about and as he scratched his rear like an ape, rubbing it in, then went and handled food, which he gauged in by the handful or scooped with a large spoon, till it was demolished, licked the plate with his tong, then whipped any excess food from around his mouth, sat back in the chair, hands upon his stomach and from the lowest point, open up. To him, this was a joke as he would then laugh and jokingly comment. "The organ’s tuned" His guests were not impressed, but to the Hamilton's, this was natural.
Another rude gesture of Misses Hamilton was at dinner parties, she would gulp the liquids she drank so everyone could hear it or hit the plat or bowl with an eating utensil, constantly to make a dreaded sound a sif she was digging a hole through the china, but when someone else made a noise, they were ordered like a servant, to cease their actions.
A lot of people would not stay there neither because of Robert Hamilton’s constant raving of how poor they were or in the mist of entertaining, he’d suddenly begin going on about his garden and in the best of clothing, go out and begin manual labouring, getting covered in dirt or grass if he cut the wet grass, it was never done when it was dry only when there was rain and quiet often still raining, till he was filthy, then come in and strip off his trousers and walk around in his underwear, being rude to the ladies, asking them did they like his body, He always thought that his fat body was a god send and always untied his gown to show his naked body, commenting on how the women loved him for his body. It was in his mind however as the women despised his appearance.
Robert Hamilton always wore a pinkie coloured, dirty, stained robe and always held a brandy balloon glass that never seemed empty of the golden brown liquid he guzzled as he tried to be the big man with his audience. He was a multi-millionaire without a penny to his name. Nevertheless, the way he spoke, he was the richest man in the world. Always offering people who were wealthier than he was. No one knew the money he wasted on non-essentials was that of the Confederacy. He had no money sense as he wasted and squandered it relentlessly to make an impression of himself as that of wealth. His family lived in this dream world, worshiping the ground he walked upon. Everyone knew of his son, Craig and his wealthy wife, Sajna, India decent. Craig was his overseer and as mean as his father. People wondered how his family allowed him to marry and bring into the family a dark coloured skinned person when his family treated their contingent of coloured workers in less respects than their dogs and horses. However, it is a little known fact that there was another son, Christopher, who had been banished from the fold, when one night at their plantation in Monroe, Georgia, Christopher had been drinking spirits all day. It was over a non trivial issue of where his grandfather, Robert's father had drawn an 'X' in the air over a small pool of water he took his grandchildren fishing on a regular basis when they visited the Georgia Plantation, that had escalated from a small debate to splitting up on fire his family. Christopher smashed the brandy-balloon glass he was drinking from on the side panel of the bully wall panel, smashing the bowl piece, then with the dreaming the base, lashed at his father, slicing his left cheek. As blood squirted from the two-inch long wound, Hamilton tried to stop the flow of blood with a napkin her grabbed from the table. Others, guests and family members in the room quickly leapt into action, separating the two men and dis-arming Christopher, who in an angry rant was saying something about his mother and father always supporting and protecting his younger brother, who could do no wrong in their eyes, whilst he was always punished for his brother's actions, claiming he was flogged with a broom handle or wooden spoon. His father, still holding the blood soaked napkin over the wound, at the top of his voice, whilst his wife sat in the corner, weeping heavily and being comforted by Sajna, called his son a 'liar'. With his family, a loyal wife and three sons, Christopher departed the Planting within in minutes of being released by his captors with only the Processions they wore and a buck wagon loaded with cotton that the Slave Labourers had just brought from the field, which they took without permission and simply vanished into the night. There had been no word from him or her since, and the Hamilton has had no care or time for a son they disowned or never spoke of.
Just his eldest son and family departed the Munroe Plantation, Hamilton departed to seek medical treatment for his face and to change. On his return, he found his guests also had departed like his son before. He flew into a rage and ordered his house servants flogged to an inch of their lives. He lashed out at his coloured servants before his audience, blaming them for the disappointed evening.
"This is my house and I will not be treated in such ways, you will pay for your rudeness. I will not have filthy no for good, brainless, backward servants insult my guests."