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<tr><td align='left'>N.C. District:</td><td align='left'>No. 2</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Worker:</td><td align='left'>T. Pat Matthews</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>No. Words:</td><td align='left'>544</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Subject:</td><td align='left'>JOHN THOMAS WILLIAMS</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Person Interviewed:</td><td align='left'> John Thomas Williams</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Editor:</td><td align='left'>G.L. Andrews</td></tr>
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<p>[TR: Date stamp: SEP 10 1937]<br/></p>
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<h2>JOHN THOMAS WILLIAMS</h2>
<h4>77 years old. 1272 Pettigrew Street, Raleigh, North Carolina.
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<p>"I don't know who I am nor what my true name is.
I wus born December 25, 1860 on a plantation in New Hanover
County. The plantation belonged to John Williams, whose
wife wus named Isabella and the farm wus on land which is
now in the corporate limits of Wilmington, N.C.</p>
<p>"The reason I don't know who I am is that I don't
remember my father and mother or any of my people. When I
got so I could remember anything I wus with the Williams
family. Marster an' missus, an' their family are the only
ones I ever looked upon as my people. They never told me who
I wus.</p>
<p>"After the war I stayed with them a long time and
helped them on the farm. They run a truck farm. I got along
all right while I wus with the Williams family, but when I
got grown I left them. I loved them but I realized I wus
a nigger and knew that I could never be like them, and that
I wus one to myself.</p>
<p>"When I left I went to Little Washington, N.C. Then
to Plymouth. I stayed at these places several years working
as a hand on truck farms. From there I went to Charlotte,
Greensboro, and Norfolk. I then went North an' stayed eight
years in New York City as a waitman for a white man and his
family. I then went to Plymouth, N.C.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[Pg 392]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I married Maggie Swain, a former sweetheart, as soon as
I got back to Plymouth. We had two children. She lived six
years. I then married Mary Davenport of Little Washington.
We had seven children. She died and I come to Raleigh and
married Maggie Towel. We had no children by our marriage.</p>
<p>"I own no home and have never owned one. Excepting the
eight years I spent in New York City my life has been spent in
farming. I farm some now and do little jobs for the white
folks.</p>
<p>"I don't know much about slavery, as I wus too young to
know much about it. There wus other slaves belonging to
Marster Williams but I don't remember any of them because when
I got so I could know what it wus all about they were free
and gone from the plantation.</p>
<p>"I have asked thousands of questions trying to find out
who my people are but no one has ever told me who I am or
who my people are. If I have any brothers and sisters, I don't
know it.</p>
<p>"I have nothing to say about being partly white, I leave
that to your imagination. I have thought about it a lot. I
don't know.</p>
<p>"I have been blessed with good health, I am breaking now
but I am still able to do light jobs.</p>
<p>"I am a good fiddler. The white folks have taught me to
do lots of different things. I have had very few advantages
and I cannot read and write.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[Pg 393]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I have never been in jail in my life. I can give good
references from dozens of white folks. I try to live right,
be honest and above all give my fellow man a square deal."</p>
<p>LE</p>
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