Speaker 1: Welcome to Aaron Manke's Cabinet of Curiosities, a production of
Speaker 1: iHeartRadio and Grimm and Mild. Our world is full of
Speaker 1: the unexplainable, and if history is an open book, all
Speaker 1: of these amazing tales are right there on display, just
Speaker 1: waiting for us to explore. Welcome to the Cabinet of Curiosities.
Speaker 1: The year was eighteen sixty five. The place an estate
Speaker 1: just east of Nashville. A man named Colonel Patrick Henry
Speaker 1: Anderson was struggling under debts, and his land was on
Speaker 1: the verge of collapse. His financial ruin seemed inevitable. Now,
Speaker 1: before you extend too much sympathy toward the colonel, it's
Speaker 1: worth knowing that he was the manager of a plantation
Speaker 1: in Civil War era Tennessee. His financial woes were entirely
Speaker 1: tied to the resolution of the Civil War. The Confederacy
Speaker 1: had lost, and human trafficking, the enterprise that supported the
Speaker 1: entire Southern economy, was no more. Colonel Anderson was so
Speaker 1: desperate for anyone to salvage his fortunes that he wrote
Speaker 1: a letter to a man named Jordan, entreating him to
Speaker 1: come back and work for him. Jordan, you see, was
Speaker 1: a former enslaved man of the Colonels. Jordan had also
Speaker 1: taken the last name Anderson, and had been freed by
Speaker 1: the Union Army in eighteen sixty four. The request to
Speaker 1: come back and work for his former enslaver was so
Speaker 1: absurd that Jordan, who was by this point living in Dayton, Ohio,
Speaker 1: had to respond. Now. The man could not read or write,
Speaker 1: but what he could do was dictate to a neighbor,
Speaker 1: who sent the response on his behalf. The document was
Speaker 1: entitled Letter from a Freedman to his old master. In
Speaker 1: this letter, Jordan Anderson described his pleasant life in Ohio
Speaker 1: to the man who had once held him captive for decades.
Speaker 1: Jordan insisted that he and his wife, Millie, were in
Speaker 1: a good situation and didn't wish to go back south.
Speaker 1: In a tone that at first sounds sincere but drips
Speaker 1: with sarcasm, he outlined his concern that he and his
Speaker 1: wife wouldn't get the proper treatment they deserved if they
Speaker 1: were to go back and work for their one time enslaver.
Speaker 1: And then he went on to make a request what
Speaker 1: the colonel would have to do in order to get
Speaker 1: his interest. Jordan requested thirty two years of back pay
Speaker 1: for both himself and his wife, amounting to some eleven thousand,
Speaker 1: six hundred and eighty dollars including interest, that's equal to
Speaker 1: about a quarter of a million dollars today. To compliment
Speaker 1: that dry sense of humor, he said that the figure
Speaker 1: included deductions for clothing that his master purchased for them,
Speaker 1: and for the services of a dentist to pull a
Speaker 1: couple of teeth. Underlying every sly jab in the letter
Speaker 1: is the brutal reality that life for a black man
Speaker 1: in the South was still extremely difficult even after emancipation.
Speaker 1: Dan Anderson mentioned in the letter that he wished to
Speaker 1: get his children a good education, implying that this would
Speaker 1: not be possible in the South, and that any request
Speaker 1: from him to go there would be an absurd decision
Speaker 1: on his part and if his intent wasn't abundantly clear
Speaker 1: at that point. Jordan also added a PostScript, say howdy
Speaker 1: to George Carter, he wrote, and thank him for taking
Speaker 1: the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.
Speaker 1: The reference to attempted murder makes for a perfect punchline.
Speaker 1: Jordan Anderson obviously had no intention of going back to
Speaker 1: work for the Colonel. It is an eight hundred and
Speaker 1: eight word clapback against a man who never saw Jordan
Speaker 1: as worthy of human dignity. What makes the letter an
Speaker 1: incredible historical document is the use of humor to critique
Speaker 1: the brutal reality of slavery. Jordan's tone is blistering to
Speaker 1: read even today, and we can only imagine how his
Speaker 1: former enslaver received it. One month later, in September of
Speaker 1: eighteen sixty five, Colonel Anderson sold his plantation, all one
Speaker 1: thousand acres of it, for a fraction of its value.
Speaker 1: He was dead two years later at the age of
Speaker 1: forty four. According to a journalist who tracked down his
Speaker 1: surviving family, they remained bitter at Jordan for generations afterward,
Speaker 1: saying that he should have been loyal and respectful to
Speaker 1: the colonel, whatever that means, thus proving that generations later
Speaker 1: they still missed the entire point of the letter. Jordan. Anderson,
Speaker 1: on the other hand, outlived his former master by almost
Speaker 1: forty years. His letter, published in local papers, became a
Speaker 1: viral sensation in its day, encouraging comparisons to Mark Twain,
Speaker 1: the legendary literary satirist, and it was printed and reprinted
Speaker 1: among oral accounts of surviving enslaved peoples, helping give insight
Speaker 1: and perspective on the sort of person who survived enslavement
Speaker 1: in the nineteenth century. Even though he was illiterate, Jordan
Speaker 1: Andersen displayed an incredible literary wit, and without the ability
Speaker 1: to read or write, he backed his way into becoming
Speaker 1: an acclaimed offe, a more important voice of the American
Speaker 1: experience than people like Colonel Anderson ever would be. It
Speaker 1: was August twenty sixth, eighteen eighty three in the Dutch
Speaker 1: colony of Katimbang, on the southern end of the island
Speaker 1: of Sumatra. Johanna Baar inc Was the wife of the
Speaker 1: local colonial overseer. She stood on the porch of her
Speaker 1: family's home, looking out across the Sunda Strait at the
Speaker 1: smoking volcano Krakatoa. The volcano was known to occasionally spew
Speaker 1: ash and lava into the air, it had for as
Speaker 1: long as they'd live there, and it was doing that now.
Speaker 1: But Johanna was less concerned with what she could see
Speaker 1: and more concerned with what she could hear. For months now,
Speaker 1: the volcano had been producing a series of loud bangs
Speaker 1: similar to thunder but over the last day or so,
Speaker 1: those bangs had been growing in volume and frequency. When
Speaker 1: she closed her eyes and listened to the jungle around her,
Speaker 1: the birds chirped with a chaotic energy that wasn't typical.
Speaker 1: She walked inside, picked up her newborn infant son from
Speaker 1: his crib, and held him close. She looked at her
Speaker 1: two other young children playing in the sitting room with
Speaker 1: their nanny, and she had a bad feeling. Johanna's heart
Speaker 1: leapt at the arrival of a new sound, two loud bangs,
Speaker 1: but not from the volcano. They were heard coming from
Speaker 1: the roof. Outside. She could see large smoldering stones raining
Speaker 1: down onto the colony. It was pumice stone. The volcano
Speaker 1: was erupting. The family ran with their servants from their
Speaker 1: cottage into the hills. Johanna tried to ignore the putrid,
Speaker 1: burning air as it coated her throat, and the sharp
Speaker 1: panes of the pumice stones when they landed on her,
Speaker 1: but once again what she could hear was infinitely more
Speaker 1: terrifying than what she could see or feel. This time,
Speaker 1: she heard a roaring sound coming from behind them, and
Speaker 1: it was getting louder, and then suddenly, a massive wave
Speaker 1: crashed through the jungle behind them, sending their hiking party
Speaker 1: flying in all directions. It was all Johanna could do
Speaker 1: to hold onto her baby. Her husband and their servants
Speaker 1: grabbed the other children, and they all held onto whatever
Speaker 1: they could, dragging themselves forward through the jungle against the
Speaker 1: crashing current. Miraculously, the family managed to pull themselves through
Speaker 1: the jungle, out of the water and up into the hills,
Speaker 1: where the safety of their village awaited them. The family
Speaker 1: and the villagers alike huddled inside. Johanna hoped that the
Speaker 1: worst of it was behind them, that she wouldn't hear
Speaker 1: any further harbingers of doom. Unfortunately, her hope couldn't have
Speaker 1: been more in vain. At five point thirty in the morning,
Speaker 1: an ear piercing boom shook the whole island. The baby
Speaker 1: cried and the children screamed, And then at six forty
Speaker 1: four am, another ash began to fall outside the windows,
Speaker 1: and then at eight twenty eight a third boom, and finally,
Speaker 1: at ten o two am, the sound to end all sounds.
Speaker 1: The whole world seemed to shake. Johanna felt two sharp
Speaker 1: pains on both sides of her head, and all went silent.
Speaker 1: Her entire body seemed to swell. Her lungs inflated to
Speaker 1: their maximum capacity, and she couldn't expel the air. She
Speaker 1: felt beyond dizzy, completely disoriented. Luckily, the disorientation quickly passed
Speaker 1: and she could breathe again, but she couldn't hear a thing.
Speaker 1: Even worse, looking down, she saw white smoke curling its
Speaker 1: way up into the room from the floorboards. The heat
Speaker 1: was unbearable. When she looked down at the baby in
Speaker 1: her arms, she realized that he wasn't moving. Some combination
Speaker 1: of the heat, the smoke, and the sound had taken
Speaker 1: her child from her. Devastated, she laid the baby down
Speaker 1: and wandered outside into the smoke. She couldn't see her
Speaker 1: hands in front of herself. She couldn't hear anything. When
Speaker 1: she felt her face, she realized that her skin was
Speaker 1: hanging loose off of her body. She was literally melting.
Speaker 1: She fell to the jungle floor and waited for Krakatoa
Speaker 1: to claim her as its next victim. When Krakatoa erupted
Speaker 1: that August in eighteen eighty three, it killed over thirty
Speaker 1: six thousand people. Most died from the resulting tsunamis, but
Speaker 1: some died from the sound of the eruption itself. You see,
Speaker 1: that final ten oh two am explosion is believed to
Speaker 1: have registered at three hundred and ten decibels, the loudest
Speaker 1: sound ever documented in history. At that level, the shockwave
Speaker 1: from Krakatoa ceased to be a mere sound wave and
Speaker 1: instead became a wave of air pressure, rupturing the ear
Speaker 1: drums and even the internal organs of anyone within one
Speaker 1: hundred miles. People three thousand miles away in Australia even
Speaker 1: heard the sound. Miraculously, Johanna and the rest of her
Speaker 1: family actually survived. They were found at the brink of
Speaker 1: death and nursed back to health. Their hearing ofally returned.
Speaker 1: But it's possible that her baby and hundreds of others
Speaker 1: were killed by the sound of Krakatoa alone. It's incredibly
Speaker 1: curious that's in a legendary disaster where massive waves, falling
Speaker 1: pumice stones and burning clouds could kill you, it was
Speaker 1: an invisible force in the air that was the most
Speaker 1: deadly of all. I hope you've enjoyed today's guided tour
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Speaker 1: stay curious.