Crispus Attucks and the Boston Massacre

You are standing at the site where, on March 5, 1770, the first person to die for the American Revolution fell. This person was Crispus Attucks, born into slavery, of both African and Indigenous descent, likely Nipmuc. The shots that killed him on King Street are remembered as the Boston Massacre. 

Attucks was born into slavery around 1723 in Framingham, Massachusetts. He likely escaped around 1750. He made his life at sea on whaling ships, one of thousands of men living at the edges of a society that proclaimed liberty while practicing bondage.

When he died on King Street, witness testimony at the trial interchangeably called him “mulatto” and “Indian.” Yet Paul Revere’s famous engraving of the massacre shows no Afro-Indigenous man among the fallen. John Adams, defending the British soldiers in court, dismissed those present as “a motley rabble of saucy boys, negros and molattoes, Irish teagues and outlandish Jack Tars.” 

Because Attucks and fellow victim James Caldwell had no family in Boston, their bodies lay in state at Faneuil Hall. City leaders waived segregation laws to bury him alongside the others at Granary Burying Ground, where they share a headstone today. 

The revolution he died for was not yet ready to include him. His Indigenous identity was not widely recognized until the Native American civil rights movement of the 1970s. March 5 is now Crispus Attucks Day.

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"ATTUCKS"

Jasmine Goodspeed

Attucks
Have you ever wondered what your mother named you for?
Attucks
You were given a deer name
So that you can run
You were given a deer name
So that you can go with grace in all that you do
I give you a deer name
To remind you where you come from
Wherever it is that you go
You are a child of the ones who survived
Attucks
You may go by other names through you life
You may wander where bad spirits cannot find you
And call yourself by names they do not know
But do not forget
You are a child of legacy, of survival
The spirits of your ancestors will give you strength 
From the waters of Shawmut
From the souls lost amidst those waters on Deer Island
Remember who you are
You are sun and earth and sea
You are the revolution
The living resistance of all that they brought with them
You are the new made from the old
Attucks
Crispus Attucks

Jasmine Rochelle Goodspeed(She/They)(Hassanamisco Nipmuc) Is a story weaver with a deep love for community and the arts. She has collaborated with many different tribal organizations in both her own work and in work for the organization Ohketeau, of which she is proudly a member of the founding team. Over the past several years, Jasmine has seen her work grow and weave together its many facets. Jasmine has worked with historical societies and colleges in regard to “New England” Indigenous history and the ways in which the stories of her ancestors might be told. She has seen work as an actor both nationally and internationally. As a writer, she is always fascinated by the way her work takes shape, and is grateful for the places in which she finds her dreams(as well as theatrical passion and historical research) manifest.

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