DAVID CROCKETT (HE HATED “DAVY”) MIGHT HAVE BEEN A KING IN HIS WILD FRONTIER

I don’t usually post straight history right out of the books but we recently signed up for Disney + and found ourselves watching “Davy Crockett: King of the Wild Frontier.” Interestingly, at the begiinning, there was a note that said the speech given by Crockett to the House of Representatives was an accurate rendition of what he said. This is a long, more third person rendition.

Crockett was America’s first media star. The press followed him around everywhere. But that speech in Congress was, as he knew it would be, the end of his political career. He already hated Jackson for his treatment of the Creek Indians and this bill appalled him. He felt we had no right to move Natives unless they were in agreement. They were a sovereign nation and deserved to be treated as such. So now you can rewatch “Davy Crockett” again, ignore Jackson (always worth doing) and remember that Crockett hated the nickname “Davy.” He was David, thank you.


Congressional Record Volume 158, Number 10

From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]

REMARKS OF THE HONORABLE DAVID CROCKETT TO THE

HON. DANA ROHRABACHER OF CALIFORNIA IN THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES


Mr. ROHRABACHER. Mr. Speaker,

This description was included in a book titled “Speeches on the Passage of the Bill for the Removal of the Indians,” published by Perkins and Marvin in 1830. The speech was given by Rep. David Crockett of Tennessee on May 19, 1830, in opposition to the Indian Removal Act. Unfortunately, the Congress disregarded Crockett’s objections and passed the bill, which was then signed into law by President Jackson. This is a sketch of the remarks of the Hon. David Crockett, Representative From Tennessee, on the Bill for the Removal of the Indians, Made in the House of Representatives, Wednesday, May 19, 1830.

Mr. Crockett said that considering his very humble abilities, it might be expected that he should content himself with a silent vote; but, situated as he was, in relation to his colleagues, he felt it to be a duty to himself to explain the motives which governed him in the vote he should give on this bill. Gentlemen had already discussed the treaty-making power; and had done it much more ably than he could pretend to do. He should not therefore enter on that subject, but would merely make an explanation as to the reasons of his vote,

He did not know whether a man (that is, a member of Congress) within 500 miles of his residence would give a similar vote; but he knew, at the same time, that he should give that vote with a clear conscience. He had his constituents to settle with, he was aware; and should like to please them as well as other gentlemen; but he had also a settlement to make at the bar of his God; and what his conscience dictated to be just and right he would do, be the consequences what they might.


He believed that the people who had been kind enough to give him their suffrages, supposed him to be an honest man, or they would not have chosen him. If so, they could not but expect that he should act in the way he thought honest and right. He had always viewed the native Indian tribes of this country as a sovereign people.

He believed they had been recognised as such from the very foundation of this government, and the United States were bound by treaty to protect them; it was their duty to do so. And as to giving to giving the money of the American people for the purpose of removing them in the manner proposed, he would not do it. He would do that only for which he could answer to his God. Whether he could answer it before the people was comparatively nothing, though it was a great satisfaction to him to have the approbation of his constituents.


Mr. Crockett said he had served for seven years in a legislative body. From the first hour he had entered a legislative hall, he had never known what party was in legislation; and God forbid he ever should. He went for the good of the country, and for that only. What he did as a legislator, he did conscientiously. He should love to go with his colleagues, and with the West and the South generally, if he could; but he never would let party govern him in a question of this great consequence.

Red Jacket, Native Chief

He had many objections to the bill — some of them of a very serious character. One was that he did not like to put half a million of money into the hands of the Executive, to be used in a manner which nobody could foresee, and which Congress was not to control. Another objection was, he did not wish to depart from from the foundation of the government. He considered the present application as the last alternative for these poor remnants of a once powerful people. Their only chance of aid was at the hands of Congress. Should its members turn a deaf ear to their cries, misery must be their fate.

That was his candid opinion. Mr. Crockett said he was often forcibly reminded of the remark made by the famous Red Jacket in the rotunda of this building, where he was shown the panel which represented in sculpture the first landing of the Pilgrims, with an Indian chief presenting to them an ear of corn, in token of friendly welcome. The aged Indian said “That was good.” The Indian said, he knew that they came from the Great Spirit, and he was willing to share the soil with his brothers from over the great water.

But when he turned around to another panel representing Penn’s treaty, he said “Ah! all’s gone now.”

There was a great deal of truth in this short saying; and the present bill was a strong commentary upon it. Mr. Crockett said that four counties of his district bordered on the Chickasaw country. He knew many of their tribe. Nothing should ever induce him to vote to drive them west of the Mississippi. He did not know what sort of a country it was in which they were to be settled. He would willingly appropriate money in order to send proper persons to examine the country. And when this had been done, and a fair and free treaty had been made with the tribes if they were desirous of removing, he would vote an appropriation of any sum necessary. But until this had been done, he would not vote one cent.

He could not clearly understand the extent of this bill. It seemed to go to the removal of all the Indians in any State east of the Mississippi river, in which the United States owned any land. Now, there was a considerable number of them still neglected. There was a considerable number of them in Tennessee, and the United States’ government owned no land in that State, north and east of the congressional reservation line.


No man could be more willing to see them removed than he was if it could be done in a manner agreeable to themselves; but not otherwise. He knew personally that a part of the tribe of the Cherokees were unwilling to go. When the proposal was made to them, they said, “No; we will take death here at our homes. Let them come and tomahawk us here at home: we are willing to die, but never to remove.”


He had heard them use this language. Many different constructions might be put upon this bill. One of the first things which had set him against the bill, was the letter from the secretary of war to colonel Montgomery — from which it appeared that the Indians had been intruded upon. Orders had been issued to turn them all off except the heads of the Indian families, or such as possessed improvements which the Government had taken measures to purchase from the Indians who had gone to Arkansas.


If this bill should pass, the same plan would be carried further; they would send and buy them out, and put white men upon their land. It had never been known that white men and Indians could live together; and in this case, the Indians were to have no privileges allowed them, while the white men were to have all. Now, if this was not oppression with a vengeance, he did not know what was. It was the language of the bill, and of its friends, that the Indians were not to be driven off against their will.


He knew the Indians were unwilling to go: and therefore he could not consent to place them in a situation where they would be obliged to go. He could not stand that. He knew that he stood alone, having, perhaps, none of his colleagues from his state agreeing in sentiment. He could not help that. He knew that he should return to his home glad and light in heart, if he voted against the bill. He felt that it was his wish and purpose to serve his constituents honestly, according to the light of his conscience. The moment he should exchange his conscience for mere party views, he hoped his Maker would no longer suffer him to exist.

David Crockett

He spoke the truth in saying so. If he should be the only member of that House who voted against the bill, and the only man in the United States who disapproved it, he would still vote against it. It would be matter of rejoicing to him until the day he died that he had given the vote. He had been told that he should be prostrated; but if so, he would have the consolation of conscience.

He would obey that power, and gloried in the deed. He cared not for popularity, unless it could be obtained by upright means. He had seen much to disgust him here; and he did not wish to represent his fellow citizens, unless he could be permitted to act conscientiously. He had been told that he did not understand English grammar. That was very true. He had never been six months at school in his life; he had raised himself by the labor of his hands. But he did not, on that account, yield upon his privilege as the representative of freemen on this floor.

Humble as he was, he meant to exercise his privilege. He had been charged with not representing his constituents. If the fact was so, the error (said Mr. Crpckett) is here, (touching his head) not here (laying his hand upon his heart). He never had possessed wealth or education, but he had ever been animated by an independent spirit; and he trusted to prove it on the present occasion.



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3 replies

  1. Now, that is a man I would vote for. I didn’t know this about him and I admire him for his beliefs.

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