Thomas Jefferson: The Face of a Rapist

image Americans look at Thomas Jefferson and see the one of the authors of the Declaration of Independence,  a statesman, a former president and one of the founding fathers,’ however; when I look at him, I see the face of a rapist. When Jefferson first met Sally Hemings, his slave through inheritance, she would have been no more than 15 or 16 years old.  It is rumoured that when she returned from France with him, that she was already pregnant with his child.

It was widely suggested within his own life time that he kept a light skinned negro concubine.  You see, Sally was 3/4 white and was described as a handsome light skinned woman with long dark hair in one of the few known descriptions of her.   Jefferson’s children through his wife Martha Wayles Skelton Jefferson, denied the relationship, however; Jefferson himself did not publicly answer the rumours.  The only slaves that Jefferson freed were the children of Hemings and he petitioned the government for two of her sons to stay in Virginia after emancipation. At the time, a slave had to leave the state within one year of manumission.

There are those that to this day vehemently deny that Jefferson fathered Sally’s six children despite the DNA evidence.  It is my belief that such denial is not based in the simple fact that it would prove that he was a lecher but that he chose a woman of color. 

On the other side of the coin are those that believe the oral, written, and DNA evidence.   They often refer to the relationship as an illicit love affair, citing that Sally had the opportunity to stay in France where slavery was outlawed, rather than returning to the United States with Jefferson.  Assuming that Sally had chosen to stay in Paris, what would an uneducated 1/4 negresss do with no money to support herself and her unborn child?  She chose to return because Jefferson gave his word that he would free her children and offer her a life of comfort relative to the other slaves at Monticello.

Jefferson may have felt love for Sally but how can we possibly term this relationship a love affair?  Once they returned to the US, he had the power to have her flogged, or even put to death.  At anytime he could have sold her children away from her.  For a relationship based in love to exist, both parties must be equal and due to the power differential between Jefferson and Hemings what occurred cannot be described as anything other than rape.  Some have even had the nerve to refer to Hemings as the first Black first lady of the United States as a way of further legitimizing the relationship between the two, however; to sanitize it and call it anything other than rape, is to once again violate her spirit. 

Jefferson was not the first or last White man to sneak into the slave cabins.  One of the reasons White women argued so vehemently for the abolition of slavery, was to save the poor overwhelmed White man from the negro temptress.  It was not uncommon to see near white or light skinned children resembling the master working on the plantation.  The Black woman was and still is blamed for her own rape.  Victim blaming began with women of color and continues to this day.

No matter how many times Black women have angrily contested the use of the term love affair between Hemings and Jefferson, it continues to be the most common descriptor by those who believe the DNA evidence.  This assumes that Hemings actually had the power to deny Jefferson sexual access, or that Jefferson had a right to Sally’s body for the purposes of sexual gratification.  Both suppositions are erroneous.  Due to the patriarchal nature of gender relations, many men believe that they exist with the right to access  women’s bodies and that is specifically grounded in the power imbalance between the genders.  If we can acknowledge in a modern context that a power imbalance exists between men and women, how much more likely is it that this same imbalance existed between Jefferson and Hemings?

Some may look back at Jefferson and simply claim that he was a man of his time and that he should not be judged outside of historical context, however; in my mind a rapist is a rapist.   What he did at the time may not have been considered a violation due to current race and gender relations, however; today we can correctly name his actions.  Sally did not have the power to consent to his advances even if she was so inclined; this simple fact must be affirmed not only to honour the memory of Hemings but to change the social understanding that Black women’s bodies are unrapeable.  We are not naturally licentious whores who exist to fulfill the sexual fantasies of depraved racist men.  We are women that must be accorded the right to control over our bodies without punishment for any decisions we make in that regard.

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14 comments on “Thomas Jefferson: The Face of a Rapist
  1. Thomas Jefferson says:

    “Rap God”

    Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
    But I’m only going to get this one chance
    (Six minutes, six minutes)
    Something’s wrong, I can feel it
    (Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on)
    Just a feeling I’ve got
    Like something’s about to happen
    But I don’t know what
    If that means, what I think it means, we’re in trouble
    Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say
    I’m not taking any chances
    You were just what the doctor ordered

    I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
    They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot

    [Verse 1:]
    But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
    I got a laptop in my back pocket
    My pen’ll go off when I half-cock it
    Got a fat knot from that rap profit
    Made a living and a killing off it
    Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
    With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack
    I’m an MC still as honest
    But as rude and as indecent as all hell
    Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill ’em all with)
    This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop
    You don’t really wanna get into a pissing match
    With this rappity-rap
    Packing a mack in the back of the Ac
    backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
    and at the exact same time
    I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicing that
    I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table
    Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
    Only realized it was ironic
    I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
    How could I not blow? All I do is drop “F” bombs
    Feel my wrath of attack
    Rappers are having a rough time period
    Here’s a Maxi-Pad
    It’s actually disastrously bad
    For the wack while I’m masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah

    ‘Cause I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
    Let me show you maintaining this shit ain’t that hard, that hard

    [Verse 2:]
    Everybody want the key and the secret to rap
    Immortality like I have got
    Well, to be truthful the blueprint’s
    Simply rage and youthful exuberance
    Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
    Hit the earth like an asteroid
    and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)
    MC’s get taken to school with this music
    ‘Cause I use it as a vehicle to ‘bus the rhyme’
    Now I lead a New School full of students
    Me? Me, I’m a product of Rakim
    Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren
    Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
    Inspired enough to one day grow up
    Blow up and being in a position
    To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them
    Into the motherfuckin’ Rock n’
    Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church
    And burst in a ball of flames
    Only Hall of Fame I’ll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
    On the wall of shame
    You fags think it’s all a game
    ‘Til I walk a flock of flames
    Off a plank and
    Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
    Little gay looking boy
    So gay I can barely say it with a ‘straight’ face looking boy
    You’re witnessing a mass-occur like you’re watching a church gathering
    And take place looking boy
    Oy vey, that boy’s gay
    That’s all they say looking boy
    You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
    And a “way to go” from your label every day looking boy
    Hey, looking boy, what d’you say looking boy?
    I get a “hell yeah” from Dre looking boy
    I’mma work for everything I have
    Never asked nobody for shit
    Git out my face looking boy
    Basically boy you’re never gonna be capable
    of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, ’cause

    I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    The way I’m racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
    Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
    Kneel before General Zod this planet’s Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

    [Verse 3:]
    So you’ll be Thor and I’ll be Odin
    You rodent, I’m omnipotent
    Let off then I’m reloading
    Immediately with these bombs I’m totin’
    And I should not be woken
    I’m the walking dead
    But I’m just a talking head, a zombie floating
    But I got your mom deep throating
    I’m out my Ramen Noodle
    We have nothing in common, poodle
    I’m a Doberman, pinch yourself
    In the arm and pay homage, pupil
    It’s me
    My honesty’s brutal
    But it’s honestly futile if I don’t utilize
    What I do though for good
    At least once in a while so I wanna make sure
    Somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
    Enough rhymes to
    Maybe try to help get some people through tough times
    But I gotta keep a few punchlines
    Just in case ’cause even you unsigned
    Rappers are hungry looking at me like it’s lunchtime
    I know there was a time where once I
    Was king of the underground
    But I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grind
    So I crunch rhymes
    But sometimes when you combine
    Appeal with the skin color of mine
    You get too big and here they come trying to
    Censor you like that one line I said
    On “I’m Back” from the Mathers LP
    One when I tried to say I’ll take seven kids from Columbine
    Put ’em all in a line
    Add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
    See if I get away with it now
    That I ain’t as big as I was, but I’m
    Morphin’ into an immortal coming through the portal
    You’re stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though
    And I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for
    You’re pointless as Rapunzel
    With fucking cornrows
    You write normal, fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new ray gun from the future
    Just to come and shoot ya
    Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad
    ‘Cause Fab said he looked like a fag
    At Mayweather’s pad singin’ to a man
    While he play piano
    Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special
    On the cable channel
    So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day
    “Hey, Fab, I’mma kill you”
    Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
    Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I’m a human
    What I gotta do to get it through to you I’m superhuman
    Innovative and I’m made of rubber, so that anything you say is
    Ricochet in off a me and it’ll glue to you
    And I’m devastating more than ever demonstrating
    How to give a motherfuckin’ audience a feeling like it’s levitating
    Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting
    For the day that they can say I fell off, they’ll be celebrating
    ‘Cause I know the way to get ’em motivated
    I make elevating music
    You make elevator music
    “Oh, he’s too mainstream.”
    Well, that’s what they do
    When they get jealous, they confuse it
    “It’s not hip hop, it’s pop.”
    ‘Cause I found a hella way to fuse it
    With rock, shock rap with Doc
    Throw on “Lose Yourself” and make ’em lose it
    I don’t know how to make songs like that
    I don’t know what words to use
    Let me know when it occurs to you
    While I’m ripping any one of these verses that versus you
    It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin’ you
    How many verses I gotta murder to
    Prove that if you were half as nice,
    your songs you could sacrifice virgins to
    Unghh, school flunky, pill junky
    But look at the accolades these skills brung me
    Full of myself, but still hungry
    I bully myself ’cause I make me do what I put my mind to
    When I’m a million leagues above you
    Ill when I speak in tongues
    But it’s still tongue-and-cheek, fuck you
    I’m drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
    I’m asleep in the front seat
    Bumping Heavy D and the Boys
    “Still chunky, but funky”
    But in my head there’s something
    I can feel tugging and struggling
    Angels fight with devils and
    Here’s what they want from me
    They’re asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
    And understand the discrimination
    But fuck it
    Life’s handing you lemons
    Make lemonade then
    But if I can’t batter the women
    How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
    Don’t mistake him for Satan
    It’s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
    And take a vacation to trip a broad
    And make her fall on her face and
    Don’t be a retard, be a king?
    Think not
    Why be a king when you can be a God?

  2. Thomas Jefferson says:

    Thomas Jefferson Raped the world. Let repay the favor and rape him back.

  3. Thomas Jefferson says:

    Slurp it up. So good. So warm.

  4. Thomas Jefferson says:

    Delicious warm cum in my bum.

  5. Thomas Jefferson says:

    Eat my Cum. It is warm and delicious.

  6. Paul Patton says:

    Unless and until we achieve Marx’s state of true communism, romantic relationships will always involve power differentials. Even if we did achieve a state of perfect economic equality, partners in romantic relationships would likely still differ in such things as size and physical strength. Many men possess the size and physical strength that they could, in principle, strangle their wives. Most don’t do so for a variety of reasons, among them the reason that many men love their wives. If love can’t exist in situations involving power differentials, then it can’t exist at all. The DNA evidence shows that Jefferson, or some member of his family fathered Sally Hemmings children. What it can’t tell us is whether or not Jefferson and Hemmings were in love with one another. Feminist ideology can’t tell us either. I have the feeling that even if a feminist time traveler was told by Hemmings herself that she loved Jefferson, she would still rely on the doctrine of power differentials and insist that Hemmings was suffering from the Stockholm Syndrome.

  7. Dennis Sullivan says:

    You Americans are such fuckwits. Sex is a normal human activity, and is natural, clean, healthy, and fun. Sexual activity is normal in humans, as in any other species, from birth until death. In many Asian cultures grownups kiss the genitals of their offspring. Normal. If an organism has reached puberty, full sexual intercourse is a normal phenomenon. Albeit consent must be implied. The idea that Jesus does not want you to phuck is for fruitcakes. The ONLY reason that any organism exists is to replenish the species.

  8. "Get a life" -Sam says:

    You get a life “Sam” and actually observe the facts that go along what this human just wrote. I would also advice you to “get a life” and stop being ignorant. “Get smart”.?

  9. ROB says:

    This argument doesn’t work. Any body + testostorone = more power, so you’ve basically said men cannot truly love. Under your logic, it is impossible to truly love anyone weaker than you. Love isn’t about power. Either equal or unequal.

  10. Sam says:

    Get a life.