April 17, 2021

John Stewart Rock, Esq. – Business Owner, Doctor, Dentist, Powerful Speaker & Abolitionist

Once upon a time in Black Entrepreneur History lived an African American man named John Stewart Rock of the 1800s who went on to become an powerful and outstanding speaker,entrepreneur and medical doctor against all odds and dentist as well as dedicated abolitionist.


John Stewart Rock was born in Salem, New Jersey on October 13, 1825, the son of free African American parents John and Maria (Willett) Rock.

When John S. Rock was in his early twenties, he was working with two white doctors as an apprentice and assistant, learning much about the practice and treating patients. This led him to his desire of becoming an physician himself, however, he was declined entrance into medical school because he was a Black person.

Because of this racist rejection, he changed gears to become a dentist after working under a dentist in Salem. He opened his own dental office in 1850 at the age of 24. While his practice was open, he continued to push for admission into a medical school until it finally happened.

He was admitted in the American Medical College and earned his medical degree in 1852, becoming one of the 1st African American to earn a medical degree.

In 1855 Census He was married to Catherine of Pennsylvania and listed as a Physician, and this is also when he founded his own medical practice and treated Black men and women who escaped slavery. He didn’t charge them one penny.

By 1860, he had a child named John Rock, Jr. who was three years old, and he was still a practicing Physician, however, his health had started declining.

His health ended up leading to him closing both his doctor and dental offices by 1861. It was at this time that he decided to pursue his career in law to which he was admitted to the Massachusetts Bar. John S. Rock was one of the first African Americans admitted to the Massachusetts Bar in 1861, and by September 1861, he was appointed Justice of the Peace for Boston. His law office that he founded was located at 6 Tremont Street in Boston, Massachusetts with the title John S. Rock, Esq. Attorney and Counselor at Law.

The Civil War was between the years 1861 and 1865 and as an abolitionist, he helped recruit many African American soldiers to fight against the South. The North won, and when the 13th Amendment was passed making slavery illegal, thus freeing all enslaved people in 1865, except those imprisoned, he was the first African American allowed to practice before the United States Supreme Court.

Unfortunately, his health continued to decline and the United States never got to see what could have been in the life of John Stewart Rock as it pertains to law before he passed away.

His Life as a Speaker

As an abolitionist, John S. Rock was one of the best and most pointed speakers of his time. Atop helping to fight for the rights of Black people wherever they may be, he spoke of how beautiful Black people are in totality, from inside and out.

In one of his speeches that was recorded in The Liberator, he fearlessly spoke for the African American and how hypocritical the white people were who spoke against them. See the full speech below that he delivered on March 5, 1858 at Faneuil Hall in commemoration of the 87th anniversary of the Boston Massacre, specifically in honor of Crispus Attucks who died on March 5, 1770 when he was shot down by the British on King Street[1].

“Ladies and Gentlemen: You will not expect a lengthened speech from me tonight. My health is too poor to allow me to indulge much in speech-making. But I have not been able to resist the temptation to unite with you in this demonstration of respect for some of my noble but misguided ancestors.

White Americans have taken great pains to try to prove that we are cowards. We are often insulted with the assertion, that if we had had the courage of the Indians or the white man, we would never have submitted to be slaves. I ask if Indians and white men have never been slaves? The white man tested the Indian’s courage here when he had his organized armies, his battle-grounds, his places of retreat, with everything to hope for and everything to lose. The position of the African slave has been very different.Seized a prisoner of war, unarmed, bound hand and foot, and conveyed to a distant country among what to him were worse that cannibals; brutally beaten, half-starved, closely watched by armed me, with no means of knowing their own strength or the strength of their enemies, with no weapons and without a probability of success. But if the white man will take the trouble to fight the black man in Africa or in Hayti, and fight him as fair as the black man will fight him there – if the black man does not come off victor, I am deceived in his prowess. But, take a man, armed or unarmed, from his home, his country, or his friends, and place him among savages, and who is he that would not make good his retreat? Discretion is the better part of valor, but for a man to resist where he knows it will destroy him, shows more fool-hardiness than courage. There have been many Anglo-Saxons and Anglo-Americans enslaved in Africa, but I have never heard that they successfully resisted any government. They always restore to running indispensables.

The courage of the Anglo-Saxon is best illustrated in his treatment of the negro. A score of two of them can pounce upon a poor negro, tie and beat him, and then call him a coward because he submits. Many of their most brilliant victories have been achieved in the same manner. But the greatest battles which they have fought have been upon paper. We can easily account for this; their trumpeter is dead. He died when they used to be exposed for sale of the Roman market, about the time that Cicero cautioned his friend Atticus not to buy them, on account of their stupidity. A little more than half a century ago, this race, in connection with the Celtic neighbors, who have long been considered (by themselves, of course) as the bravest soldiers in the world, so far forgot themselves as to attack a few cowardly, stupid negro slaves, who, according to their accounts, hand not sense enough to go to bed. And what was the result? Why, sir, the negroes drove them out from the island like so many sheep, and they have never dared to show their faces, except with hat in hand.

Our true and tried friend, Rev. Theodore Parker, said, in his speech a the State House, a few weeks since, that the “stroke of the axe would have settled the question long ago, but the black man would not strike.” Mr. Parker makes a very low estimate of the courage of his race, if he means that one, two or three millions of these ignorant and cowardly black slaves could, without means, have brought to their knees five, ten or twenty millions of intelligent brave white men, backed up by a rich oligarchy. But I know of no one who is more familiar with the true character of the Anglo-Saxon race than Mr. Parker. I will not dispute this point with him, but I will thank him or anyone else to tell us how it could have been done. His remark calls to my mind the day which is to come, when one shall chase a thousand, and two put ten thousand to flight. But when he says that “the black man would not strike,” I am prepared to say that he does us great injustice. The black man is not a coward. The history of the blood struggles for freedom in Hayti, in which the blacks whipped the French and the English and gained their independence, in spite of the perfidy of that villainous First Consul, will be a lasting refutation of the malicious aspersions of our enemies. The history of the struggles for the liberty of the U.S. ought to silence every American calumniator. I have learned that even so late as the Texan war, a number of black men were found silly enough to offer themselves as living sacrifices for our country’s shame. A gentleman who delivered a lecture before the New York Legislature, a few years since, whose name I do not now remember, but whose language I give with some prescision, said, “In the Revolution, colored soldiers fought side by side with you in your struggles for liberty and there is not a battle-field from Maine to Georgia that has not been crimsoned with their blood, and whitened with their bones.” In 1814, a bill passed the Legislature of New York, accepting the services of 2000 colored volunteers. Many black men served under Com. McDonough when he conquered on lake Champlain. Many were in the battles of Plattsburgh and Sackett’s Harbor, and General Jackson called out colored troops from Louisiana and Alabama, and in a solemn proclamation attested to their fidelity and courage.

The white man contradicts himself who says, that if he were in our situation, he would throw off the yoke. Thirty millions of white men of the proud Caucasian race are at this moment held as slaves, and bought and sold with horses and cattle. The iron heel of oppression grinds the masses of all the European races to the dust. They suffer every kind of oppression, and no one dares to open his mouth to protest against it. Even in the Southern portion of this boasted land of liberty, no white man dares advocate so much of the Declaration of Independence as declares that “all men are created free and equal, and have a inalienable right to life, liberty &c.

White men have no room to taunt us with tamely submitting. If they were black men, they would work wonders; but, as white men, they can do nothing. “O, Consistency, thou art a jewel!”

Now, it would not be surprising if the brutal treatment which we have received for the past two centuries should have crushed our spirits. But this is not the case. Nothing but a superior force keeps us down. And when I see the slaves rising up by hundreds annually, in the majesty of human nature, bidding defiance to every slave code and its penalties, making the issue Canada or death, and that too while they are closely watched by paid men armed with pistols, clubs and bowie-knives, with the army and navy of this great Model Republic arrayed against them, I am disposed to ask if the charge of cowardice does not come with an ill-grace.

But some men are so steeped in folly and imbecility; so lost to all feelings of their own littleness; so destitute of principle, and so regardless of humanity, that they dare attempt to destroy everything which exists in opposition to their interests or opinions which their narrow comprehensions cannot grasp.

We ought not to come here simply to honor those brave men who shed their blood for freedom, or to protest against the Dred Scott decision, but to take counsel of each other, and to enter into new vows of duty. Our fathers fought nobly for freedom, but they were not victorious. They fought for liberty, but they got slavery. The white man was benefited, but the black man was injured. I do not envy the white American the little liberty which he enjoys. It is his right, and he ought have it. I wish him success, though I do not think he deserves it. But I would have all men free. We have had much sad experience in this country, and it would be strange indeed if we do not profit by some of the lessons which we have so dearly paid for. Sooner or later, the clashing of arms will be heard in this country, and the black man’s services will be needed; 15000 freemen capable of bearing arms, and not all cowards and fools, and three quarters of a million slaves, wild with the enthusiasms caused by the dawn of the glorious opportunity of being able to strike a genuine blow for freedom, will be a power which the white men will be “bound to respect.” Will the blacks fight? Of course the will. The black man will never be neutral. He could not if he would, and he would not if he could. Will he fight for this country, right or wrong? This the common sense of every one answers; and when the time comes, and come it will, the black man will give an intelligent answer. Judge Taney may outlaw us; Caleb Cushing may show the depravity of his heart by abusing us; and this wicked government may oppress us; but the black man will live when Judge Taney, Caleb Cushing and this government are no more. White men may despise, ridicule, slander and abuse us; they may seek as they always have done to divide us, and make us feel degraded; but no man shall cause me to turn my back upon my race. With it I will sink or swim.

The prejudice which some white men have, or affect to have, against my color gives me no pain. If any man does not fancy my color, that is his business, and I shall not meddle with it. I shall give myself no trouble because he lacks good taste. If he judges my intellectual capacity by my color, he certainly cannot expect my profundity, for it is only skin deep, and is really of no very great importance to any one but myself. I will not deny that I admire the talents and noble characters of many white men. But I cannot say that I am particularly pleased with their physical appearance. If old mother nature had held out as well as she commenced, we should, probably, have had fewer varieties in the races. When I contrast the fine though muscular system, the beautiful, rich color, the full broad features, and the gracefully frizzled hair of the negro, with the delicate physical organization, wan color, sharp features and lank hair of the Caucasian, I am inclined to believe that when the white man was created, nature was pretty well exhausted – but determined to keep up appearances, she pinched up his features, and did the best she could under the circumstances. (Great laughter)

I would have you understand, that I not only love my race, but am pleased with my color; and while many colored persons may feel degraded by being called negroes, and wish to be classed among other races more favored, I shall feel it my duty, my pleasure and my pride, to concentrated my feeble efforts in elevating to a fair position a race to which I am especially identified by feelings and by blood.

My friends, we can never become elevated until we are true to ourselves. We can come here and make brilliant speeches, but our field of duty is elsewhere. Let us go to work – each man in his place, determined to do what he can for himself and his race. Let us try to carry out some of the resolutions which we have made, and are so fond of making. If we do this, friends will spring up in every quarter, and where we least expect them. But we must not rely on them. They cannot elevate us. Whenever the colored man is elevated, it will be by his own exertions. Our friends can do what many of them are nobly doing, assist us to remove the obstacles which prevent our elevation, and stimulate the worthy to persevere. The colored man who, by dint of perseverance and industry, educates and elevates himself, prepares the way for others, gives character to the race and hastens the day of general emancipation. While the negro who hands around the corners of the streets, or lives in the grog-shops or by gambling, or who has no higher ambition than to serve, is by his vocation forging fetters for the slave, and is ‘to all intents and purposes’ a curse to his race. It is true, considering the circumstances under which we have been placed by our white neighbors, we have a right to ask them not only to cease to oppress us, but to give us that encouragement which our talents and industry may merit. When this is done, they will see our minds expand, and our pockets filled with rocks. How very few colored men are encouraged in their trades or business! Our young men see this, and become disheartened. In this country, where money is the great sympathetic nerve which ramifies society, and has a ganglia in every man’s pocket, a man is respected in proportion to his success in business. When the avenues to wealth are opened to us, we will then become educated and wealthy, and then the roughest looking colored man that you ever saw, or ever will see, will be pleasanter than the harmonies of Orpheus, and black will be a very pretty color. It will make our jargon, wit – our words, oracles; flattery will then take the place of slander, and you will find no prejudice in the Yankee whatsoever. We do not expect to occupy a much better position than we now do, until we shall have our educated and wealthy men, who can wield a power that cannot be misunderstood. Then, and not till then, will the tongue of slander be silenced, and the lip of prejudice sealed. Then, and not till then, will we be able to enjoy true equality, which can exist only among peers.”

The Liberator (Boston, Massachusetts) · 12 Mar 1858, Fri · Page 2

Below is a small clip from what is called “Speech of Dr. Rock” from above which shows how he felt about the beauty of Black people and was never ashamed to say it out loud in front of huge crowds.

“The prejudice which some white men have, or affect to have, against my color gives me no pain. If any man does not fancy my color, that is his business, and I shall not meddle with it. I shall give myself no trouble because he lacks good taste. If he judges my intellectual capacity by my color, he certainly cannot expect my profundity, for it is only skin deep, and is really of no very great importance to any one but myself. I will not deny that I admire the talents and noble characters of many white men. But I cannot say that I am particularly pleased with their physical appearance. If old mother nature had held out as well as she commenced, we should, probably, have had fewer varieties in the races. When I contrast the fine though muscular system, the beautiful, rich color, the full broad features, and the gracefully frizzled hair of the negro, with the delicate physical organization, wan color, sharp features and lank hair of the Caucasian, I am inclined to believe that when the white man was created, nature was pretty well exhausted – but determined to keep up appearances, she pinched up his features, and did the best she could under the circumstances.”

The Liberator (Boston, Massachusetts) · 12 Mar 1858, Fri · Page 2

Death

John Stewart Rock died in Boston, Massachusetts on December 3, 1866 and was buried in Woodlawn Cemetery in Everett Massachusetts[2]. He died of phthisis, or pulmonary tuberculosis, and was recorded at his date of birth as being a lawyer[3].

Sources

[1]The Liberator (Boston, Massachusetts) · 12 Mar 1858, Fri · Page 2

[2]Ancestry.com. U.S., Find A Grave Index, 1600s-Current [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc., 2012.

[3]New England Historic Genealogical Society; Boston, Massachusetts; Massachusetts Vital Records, 1840???1911

The Liberator (Boston, Massachusetts)25 Dec 1857, Fri Page 3

The Liberator (Boston, Massachusetts) 20 Jun 1862, Fri Page 2

The Liberator (Boston, Massachusetts) · 11 Dec 1863, Fri · Page 3

Year: 1850; Census Place: Philadelphia Spruce Ward, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; Roll: 813; Page: 359b

Year: 1860; Census Place: Boston Ward 6, Suffolk, Massachusetts; Page: 888; Family History Library Film: 803521

Photo: By PHOTOGRAPHED BY RICHARDS, PHILADELPHIA – Harper’s Weekly, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=8716216