From Keziah Brevard’s Diary, December 30, 1860:
Soon will 1860 be past — forever gone– What has been done in this year for man’s blessings! Whoever has not been working for good to others as well as themselves had as well not worked at all — I am sure I do not feel the extent of my own unworthiness. This is a sad morn — cold, wet & dark, nothing to cheer us but the fact that we have warm rooms — Yes we have a great deal to make us forget this dismal day without — God still protects us from our cut throat Abolitionists — I will not call them neighbours — they are the selfish & envious sons of Satan — not a grain of Christ’s charity in their whole body — Oh God do with them as thou thinkest they deserve. God is good & knows all our hearts, Oh how thankful I am to have an Omniscient Father. Is our convention safe? Is Charleston still protected from our enemies? I hope so & pray God will never suffer things otherwise. Sometimes I am ready & do often say I wish the Africans had never touched our soil — this is a hard wish — those who have come & have had kind masters have been blest — had they been left to this day on Afric’s sands their would have been one trouble after another for them — it is only in favoured spots now that they are safe from war & slavery in their own country.
The widow Brevard’s mixed feelings about slavery appear again here. She sometimes wishes we’d never enslaved Africans, although they were lucky we did, since this kept them from being enslaved in Africa. Wait, what?
Moore, p. 65