Dear (Master) Holt,

This is the last time that I will ever address you as my master or of as anyone to whom I owe respect and kindness too. For years, I labored under you for free as you benefited off the work of me and my people. But no more. I have finally found a way to freedom and I'm not turning back.

For the first time in my life, I am free to roam the earth as free man. Having to read your the notices about my escape as a pathetic attempt recapture me is sickening. What most unnerves me is not your description of my skills, but that of my appearance. You think that a man can only be defined by how they look, so who am I to you, then? Here I am, a man that is now considered Indian, creole, sometimes even white and it is those times that I am treated with the the most respect. Just because of what I wear and how I speak, many of your peers and friends would never in their wildest dreams consider me a former slave.

Everyday, as I walk amongst people of all backgrounds, I find myself questioning how color can mean so little and so much at the same time. Are we not the same? Does our blood not run red as we bleed? Are we not the children of the save merciful God? Are not all human beings who's only wish is to be treated with some dignity? Despite my dark coloration and softly curled hair, what truly separates me from you? Why are those in power so preoccupied with keeping those who look differently from them from be treated equally? I ask you this questions not in anger, but in confusion and sadness. Can you answer me, Master Holt?

Yours formally,
Charles Roberts

Questions

1)How does one's appearance affect their ability to pass? Why was the clothing, speech and even hair length such a big indicator for whether or not they were slaves?

2)Was Melville's piece a reflection of abolitionist ideal's or just a writing for writing's sake? As students in the 21st century, how does that part of our identity complicate our view of Melville's writing and its intent?