Andry’s Rebellion, also known as the German Coast Uprising, was a slave revolt that occurred in the Territory of Louisiana between January 8th and 10th, 1811. The revolt, the largest servile uprising in United States history, was named after the owner of the plantation, Manual Andry, where the uprising originated. At its peak on January 10, it involved approximately 400 to 500 enslaved men and women along the east bank of the Mississippi River north of New Orleans. Led by a Saint-Domingue-(Haiti) born slave named Charles Deslondes, the uprising was inspired by the Haitian Revolution of 1791. Slaveholders also feared a Haitian-style uprising partly because blacks outnumbered whites in the region by a ratio of five to one, and in particular because of the large population of free blacks in the area that they assumed would help and support such a revolt.
The slave rebellion begin on January 8, 1811, at the Andry plantation in St. John the Baptist Parish when approximately 15 slaves attack plantation owner Manual Andry, wounding him. Despite his wound, Andry escaped and warned whites on surrounding plantations. Rebels also killed his son, Gilbert Tomassin Andry, around the same time.
The rebels then crossed into St. Charles Parish, headed to New Orleans and as they marched, their numbers grew. According to eye witness accounts at the time, the rebels marched in military style while beating drums, waving flags, and armed with pikes, hoes, axes with a few carrying firearms. Enslaved people from other plantations joined the Andry plantation rebels increasing their ranks to up to 500 people. While in St. Charles Parish they killed Jean Francois Trepangnier, another plantation owner. As the rebellion unfolded, terrified whites on plantations along the Mississippi River escaped for safety to New Orleans.
William C.C. Claiborne, the territorial governor at the time, called out the militia and imposed a curfew. General Wade Hampton, leader of the militia assembled two companies of volunteers, and eventually with the additional help of regular U.S. Army troops and Navy sailors, the rebellion was finally put down. Nearly 700 soldiers, more men than the number of rebels, broke the resistance on January 10. Rebel leader Charles Deslondes was captured the next day and brutally executed.
By the end of the uprising, the rebels had murdered two whites but more than ninety-five rebels were killed during the uprising and in the retaliation, making the suppression of this revolt the bloodiest in the history of the country. After the rebel slaves were captured, three tribunals were conducted by territorial officials at the Destrehan Plantation in St. John the Baptist Parish, and in Orleans Parish. On January 13, The Destrehan Plantation trial resulted in eighteen slaves being found guilty. All were later executed by firing squads and after their deaths, their severed heads were put pikes along the major roadway to New Orleans to intimidate other black slaves. After the rebellion authorities tightened the restrictions governing the activities of free blacks in Louisiana while freeing some loyal slaves who provided information or who, by serving in the militia, helped crush the uprising.
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going to be all over the place. I'm just sort of processing something my dad said me to like weeks ago and stuff about my dead mom and dog cw: alcoholism/substance abuse, grief/death, suicide.
my dad was very drunk when he talked about this, but he was talking to me about how strong I was and stuff. and I really don't like that? since he was just referring to me just handling things on my own. like my mom death. but I don't like it since is it really "strength" (whatever that means? I never understood it when people say that to others?) when like daily, weekly, monthly, yearly, I constantly want to kill myself. is that really "strength"? even more so when I stop bothering to take care of myself? or getting semi active sometimes in regards to that? maybe im just good at acting and fooling others.but anyways just like. I just don't like it. I know my dad was just trying to like, compliment me. But I don't want to handle things by myself. Like I sometimes wanting to talk about things about my mom but can't, since I'm not close to my siblings, and my dad is just busy drinking a lot. and there just that lack of emotional connection? and familiarity? And either I write about it on here, or just, keep it. Or sometimes, maybe I just want to be cry and be hugged? Not just cry all alone over and over and hide it. This is making me remember something my mom said where she happy I was still around. she was also really happy that I also didn't drink or smoke. Since my family deals with substance abuse. I sometimes do think about it, but I imagine it maybe just comes from my parents? I'm not sure why I bring it up, maybe its because sometimes I think about it, to self medicate, but it's nothing more than a passing thought.
I guess another part im writing is I found an old printed photo of my dog while digging for a recipe my grandma gave, And now that photo is at my small memorial for my dog. Next to my mom small memorial to. But it has a little of her stuff. I really didn't get a chance to get like much of my mom things because my siblings just wanted to move fast when it came to my mom's death affairs. I didn't really get a chance to get any pictures. The only thing I have is just her obituary page with a photo of her. Also lately I just been thinking about my mom to, how like I can talk to her without issues since she generally understood what I was saying, since speech issues. It just lonelier, and I can't really talk to my dad when he drunk a lot. At least he does understand me usually. And outside of that, there just nowhere to go really and it feels like people don't have much patience to deal with me due to said issues. Just alone and alone.
Also speaking of this stuff, it still makes me mad one of my siblings got mad at me when my mom was alive for not doing enough in 2023. when I was not only juggling trying to take care of my mom, but also my dad because he legit almost drank himself to death around that time to. like shaking a lot since he wasn't eating, vomiting, and yet just drinking more and more. but sure whatever. I guess I didn't do enough for my mom. it's not as if I wasn't the one who immediately push to get her to an ambulance and to get her to the hospital, when finally having the chance to see her. since my siblings clearly didn't, and when I saw her, something was just wrong. and I still don't know how to put that feeling into words? just seeing her and just immediately knowing something was very wrong. also it was painful to get her to the hospital because my mom was saying a bunch of things like how we were just trying to put her into a nursing home and take all her stuff, and actively fighting against going to the emergency room. but I think that was just the effect of sepsis, she did also apologize to when she was finally at the hospital.
sorry I feel like I'm all over the place in this. anyways it just sort of like. Where do I even go anymore? I don't know where to go from any of this. I'm just here, existing, and I guess that somehow gets seen as strength. just floating in no particular direction while life goes by. and in a way just wishing for something, a life line, a reason, to just keep going no matter how aimless it feels. Yet in another way, just wishing to bring this limbo to an end. I do know it can't go on forever, but sometimes it does feels like it never ends. just here, existing another day.