| BEAUMONT AND HIS CREOLE SONGS | 
                       
                     
                   
                  
                    Joe (Joseph) Beaumont was born 
                      in New Orleans in 1820 and died in that city in 1872, having 
                      spent his entire life there. His even temperament and kindly 
                      attitude toward all his fellow men won for him in return their 
                      highest esteem and love.  
                    As a poet he was ingenious and natural. 
                      He composed attractive verse and never failed to impart the 
                      truth in his writings. One observes these qualities above 
                      all in his Creole songs, which always reveal a depth of thought 
                      and teach a moral based on life as it is. He was a Creole 
                      poet of distinct merit. 
                       
                     
                   
                  
                    
                  
                    Beaumont showed his special 
                      talent as a Creole song writer on the occasion of a lawsuit 
                      that took place in our city a short time before the Civil 
                      War. The dispute resulted from a quarrel among some children 
                      on the street. One of the children called another a Negro. 
                      A fight ensued that created quite a disturbance, so the defense 
                      claimed. 
                     
                      The person attacked, rightfully sought to justify her claim 
                      that she was of the Caucasian race, that she was white, as 
                      the expression was then used. The prosecution proved that 
                      she was of African descent, and so she was recognized by the 
                      state supreme court. 
                    1. The Toucoutou Affair refers 
                      to a well-known lawsuit that took place in New Orleans shortly 
                      before the Civil War. It became the subject of Beaumont's 
                      songs and, later, of Edward Larocque Tinker's novel Toucoutou 
                      (New York: Dodd and Mead, 1928). 
                   
                    
                  
                    
                      | OUR PEOPLE AND OUR HISTORY | 
                     
                   
                  
                    This Case attracted attention 
                      because many people in doubt about their origin had been turning 
                      to the law to establish a desirable identity. Persons who 
                      proved their civil status in court passed as white and enjoyed 
                      the rights and privileges accorded this standing. An adverse 
                      decision on the other hand proved disastrous, fatal, because 
                      it resulted in the loss of all prestige for the complainant, 
                      who never again could live under the same social conditions.  
                     
                      These circumstances created division among our people. Some 
                      approved, others disapproved the idea of wishing to pass into 
                      white society. The dissidents were in the majority, and Beaumont, 
                      although a quadroon, was in full sympathy with that group. 
                      It was thus he became interested in this famous case for which 
                      he acted as historian. 
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                     Unfortunatelyewe do not have all the poems that Beaumont 
                      composed relative to this occasion, but we trust the following 
                      extracts will suffice to prove his genius and to show how 
                      our people reacted to the foolish controversy over the color 
                      of the skin. The poet explains the beginning of the trouble 
                      thus:  
                     
                   
                    
                  
                    
                      | My master flew like a teal | 
                     
                   
                  
                  
                     
                      Coming out of Bonfuca. 
                      He came to bring the news; 
                      To take his sister in his arms; 
                      To say: "Dear Toucoutou, 
                      I think we are going crazy." 
                     The sister indignant answered: 
                    What's all this talk about? 
                               
                      Here in my parlor? 
                      Why do you speak thus to me? 
                      Like an evil vagabond? 
                      A white person! Ah, are you crazy?... 
                      My name is not Toucoutou. 
                     Then, the philosopher-brother 
                      explains to his exasperated sister that some people of color 
                      who were trying to pass them-selves off as white were exposed 
                      to the contempt of their neighbors. The poet says this: 
                    Oh well, dear Anastasia,  
                      When the Negro tries to be white, 
                      Society will finish him, 
                      You better hide under a tin plate. 
                     On another occasion during 
                      the prosecution, Anastasia, believing she saw advantages on 
                      her side, put on an air of disdain. She threatened her frightened 
                      adversary as indicated in the lines: 
                    She looked at poor Eglantine, 
                      Who was almost dying of strain, 
                      And said to her: "My stubborn one, 
                      You will really know me tomorrow." 
                     Anastasia lost the case. Her 
                      brother came to tell her the bad news, saying that he had 
                      been present and had heard the judgment of the court from 
                      the very mouth of the judges: 
                    I visited the Court Supreme, 
                      To see what they were doing, 
                      I heard the judges and the lawyers say  
                      That we have lost the suing. 
                     But the most popular song Beaumont 
                      composed at the time of the trial of Toucoutou is the one 
                      in which he interprets the spirit of the people. In this remarkable 
                      composition, Beaumont uses all the irony of his joking nature. 
                      After showing how the Negroes would be unhappy if Anastasia 
                      had succeeded, he tells of the prestige and social advantages 
                      she has lost and ends by hoping that the lesson would serve 
                      as an example. Here are the couplets just as they have come 
                      down to us: 
                   
                    
                  
                  If you win your lawsuit 
                  
                   
                          Indeed, O Negress, this is bad; 
                    Bad for those who force it 
                    And the harm cannot be disregarded. 
                  OUR PEOPLE AND OUR HISTORY 
                   Refrain: Ah, Toucoutou, we 
                    know you! 
                    You are a little Mooress. 
                    Who does not know you? 
                    No soap will make you white. 
                     
                    At the theater, if you go there, 
                    Like all white people should, 
                    They will treat you like Jacdeloge, 
                    Who did not pass so well as white, did he? 
                   Refrain: Ah, Toucoutou
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                    When these white lawyers give a dance 
                    Will you be able to go? 
                    Will you, O beautiful devil, 
                    You who love to dance so! 
                    
                  
                  Refrain: Ah, Toucoutou
 
                    I have finished my little song 
                    Because I want to sleep; 
                    But I think the lesson will serve, 
                    For a long time to keep you meek. 
                   Refrain: Ah, Toucoutou
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                     The lesson did not serve the 
                      purpose the poet thought it would. 
                      One can say that Beaumont was the Beranger of the Creole people. 
                   
                    
                   
                    
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