A study of workers' lives in two similar port cities in the 1820s and 1830s, showing how differing attitudes towards race and class in North and South America affected local ways of doing business.
With a common heritage as former colonies of Europe, why did the United States so outstrip Latin America in terms of economic development in the nineteenth century? In this innovative study, Camilla Townsend challenges the traditional view that North Americans succeeded because of better attitudes toward work—the Protestant work ethic—and argues instead that they prospered because of differences in attitudes towards workers that evolved in the colonial era.
Townsend builds her study around workers' lives in two very similar port cities in the 1820s and 1830s. Through the eyes of the young Frederick Douglass in Baltimore, Maryland, and an Indian woman named Ana Yagual in Guayaquil, Ecuador, she shows how differing attitudes towards race and class in North and South America affected local ways of doing business. This empirical research significantly clarifies the relationship between economic culture and racial identity and its long-term effects.
- List of Maps and Tables
- Prologue: First Impressions
- Part 1
- 1. In the Streets of the Cities
- 2. Conquest and Colony
- Part II
- 3. A Merry Party and Serious Business: The Elite of Guayaquil
- 4. Strawberry Parties and Habits of Industry: The Elite of Baltimore
- Part III
- 5. The Quest of the "Personas Decentes": The Middling Ranks of Guayaquil
- 6. The Quest of the Contributing Citizens: The Middling Ranks of Baltimore
- Part IV
- 7. Working on Dead Man's Rock: The Poor of Guayaquil
- 8. "To Become The Unfortunate Tenants Of Your Almshouse": The Poor of Baltimore
One day as Spain's colonies sat poised on the edge of their independence, the Indian woman María Magdalena decided to leave her home of many years and head for the city of Guayaquil with her young daughter, Ana Yagual. Together they departed from the coastal fishing village where they had lived in great hardship and began a sixty-mile journey up the River Guayas. They went partway on foot and partway by raft. Along both sides of the river, leafy plants touched the gray water. Wherever mangrove bushes grew, they were perfectly reflected in the calm of the río, making it almost impossible to tell where the water began and ended.
To avoid answering questions, many newcomers waited until after dark to approach the city. Perched on rafts and boats, they stared at the populous riverbank, for at night the town appeared almost magical. Two horizontal rows of lights glittered for half a mile, the bottom row cast by street lamps and the top by lights in the upper floors of the stately white houses lining the shore. Giant palm trees grew along the river's edge. Those who waited on the water could hear strains of music clearly. To the right, at the foot of green hills, people who lived on balsas or small boats had lit fires aboard their crafts, and the sound of their laughing and talking floated across the surface of the water. Canoes darted in and out expertly, as if the darkness were no obstacle. The sight even made an impression on wealthy and well-traveled foreigners standing on the decks of big ships. "It was late in the evening when we came to anchor off the city, and I never beheld a more brilliant view than the one before us."
But the lights shimmered almost too brightly. Another visitor later warned: "And when you finally reach the end of your voyage and stop before the vision of an enchanted city looking in from the outside, then if you want to keep your illusion unbroken and your poetic memories intact, you must not enter." Either María Magdalena had never been to this world before or she did know something of it yet felt prepared to negotiate its pitfalls. She chose to enter, heading up one of the estuaries toward the outskirts of town, where she would make her home, with Ana Yagual right behind her.
Only a few years later in the 1820s, but thousands of miles to the north, another child entered another port. Frederick Bailey was about ten when his Talbot County master sent him to live in Baltimore. He could barely contain his excitement. "My cousin Tom had been there," he would later write, "... and when he came from Baltimore, he was always a sort of hero amongst us... I could never tell him anything that struck me as beautiful or powerful, but that he had seen something in Baltimore far surpassing it." Now Frederick himself had been sent to live with one of his owner's urban relations, to work as an errand boy and domestic servant.
The wide waters of the Chesapeake formed the main approach to town. From a ship or a boat the city's appearance could be breathtaking, and travelers remembered the sight. "Baltimore, with its white buildings rising to our view on the sides of the hills as we approached it, had a most exhilarating effect." But first contact with the actual wharves indicated to some that life in this city would hardly prove to be idyllic. The shallow waters were dumping grounds for refuse and, especially in summer, became "reservoirs of putrefaction." "We came along the wharf sides, under the red dingy-looking warehouses, between which the water ran in narrow dark-looking canals."
Frederick Bailey's boat docked at Smith's Wharf on a summer Sunday morning. Some of the passengers drove a large flock of sheep they had on board to a nearby slaughterhouse. The boy's initial enthusiasm waned quickly, as his early impressions of the city were not very favorable after all. For a while he wanted to leave, "with hard brick pavements under my feet, which almost raised blisters by their very heat, ... walled in on all sides by towering brick buildings; with troops of boys ready to pounce upon me at every street corner...; and with startling sounds reaching my ears from all directions." Not long after, the child also came to understand the full meaning of the word "slave," increasing his sense of entrapment as he got to know the city better. Yet as the years passed, Frederick became convinced that city life was to be his salvation, his path out of slavery and then out of poverty.
As Frederick in Baltimore and Ana Yagual in Guayaquil grew and neared adulthood, they learned to negotiate the daily workings of their respective worlds and became familiar with the opportunities open and closed to them. They learned to what extent their optimism was misplaced and to what extent well founded. Then they made decisions and took action based upon their sense of themselves and their knowledge of the societies in which they lived. In the coming chapters I ask the reader to follow them through the streets of their cities and let the details of their lives illuminate both the potential and the constraints of the worlds they inhabited.