Jacob Rockwell-Collins’ Beginning May 14, 1861 I was born in Georgetown, South Carolina. That’s along the coast, not really all that far from Charleston where the first shot of the Civil War rang out at Fort Sumter. South Carolina was the first state to secede from the Union. I have no accurate knowledge of my age. I’ve never seen any record of my birth. The white children could tell their ages. A constant source of unhappiness for me was why I ought to be deprived of the same privilege. I didn’t dare ask my master - such inquiries by a slave were improper, impertinent, and evidence of a restless spirit. It is the wish of most masters to keep their slaves ignorant. I pretend to be ignorant, don’t want no whippings. I may be risking my life writing this diary, but I need to leave an accurate record -- not many slaves can read or write. Since I know how, I must do this for my people. I write when I should be sleeping and then hide my writings. Therefore, I write when I can. Before I was old enough to work in the fields, my mistress, (my masters wife), was very kindly to me. She was teaching me the A, B, C’s. After I learned the alphabet she taught me how to spell words with three and four letters in them. At this point my master found out, scolded his wife, and forbade his wife to teach me anything more. Master said if a slave knew how to read and write the slave would become unmanageable and of no value to his master. That a slave should know nothing but to obey his master -- to do as he is told to do. I knew right then the white man’s power to enslave a black man. From that moment, I understood the pathway from slavery to freedom. I wanted it, and in time, I’m determined to get it! Funny thing was, my master’s adamant argument against my learning to read and write, just gave me the desire and the determination to learn it more. So in learning to read and write I owe as much to my master’s bitter opposition as I owe to the kindly aid of my mistress. I have them both to thank.