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The Woman Behind 12 Years a Slave

Brad Pitt will get the credit for bringing the story of Solomon Northup into the mainstream, but a Louisiana woman is responsible for keeping his memory alive until now.

Dr. Sue Eakin was just 12 years old when Solomon Northup’s memoir, “12 Years a Slave,” was handed to her to read. The year was 1931, and Eakin had gone with her father to the plantation of Dr. Haas near present-day Bunkie, Louisiana. Knowing she would be bored while the men talked, Dr. Haas took her to his library and pulled his own’s father’s original copy of “12 Years a Slave” off the shelf.

First written in 1853, the story is the autobiography of Northup, a free black man living in upstate New York. He is deceived by a group of circus promoters who invite him to play a musical gig in Washington, D.C., and wakes up the next morning to find he’s been drugged, kidnapped and bound for the slave block. He’s shipped to New Orleans, assigned his slave name and then sent to Bayou Boeuf plantation country in central Louisiana. For 12 years, Northup struggled to stay alive and maintain his dignity. In his twelfth year, he met Samuel Bass (played by Brad Pitt), a Canadian abolitionist who helped to rescue him.


Eakin was fascinated by Northup’s story and also surprised to realize that she knew the people in his book. After that day, she looked for her own copy but didn’t find it until she arrived at Louisiana State University for college and visited Claitor’s Bookstore. She went on to write her master’s thesis about Northup, and his story became wound up in her own as she made re-publishing it her life’s work.

twelve-years-a-slave-bookEakin co-edited the first authenticated edition of “12 Years a Slave” with Dr. Joseph Logsdon in 1968. Her son, Frank, who is responsible for a new audiobook version of the story, was 7 years old at the time. “I felt that Solomon Northup was my sibling,” he says. “Solomon was always in our household, so to speak. I remember going to courthouses with her [my mother], tagging along where she would get documentation, interviewing people, descendants of the characters mentioned in the original narrative and all that. Solomon was a big part of our family.”

In her lifetime, Eakin would also work to restore the Edwin Epps house, which belonged to the man who bought Solomon Northup and owned him 10 of those 12 years (played by Michael Fassbender in the movie). Today, the house resides at LSU-Alexandria. She also wrote a musical version of “12 Years a Slave,” which is still performed in the Bunkie area, and 40 years after co-editing her first edition of Northup’s story, she published her definitive edition in 2007 at the age of 88.

“She passed away two years later,” says Frank. “It includes the benefit of an additional 40 years of sources that she didn’t have back then, and it’s a very different book because there’s so much more information.”

Throughout her life, Eakin supported the Civil Rights Movement and worked for equal rights for black people in the town of Bunkie. In this video, she tells how inviting a black choir to sing at Haas Auditorium in her town caused a firestorm in the 1940s.

Meanwhile, Frank went on to have a career in the energy industry but says he definitely got his mom’s gene for reading and writing. He’d always wanted to get into the movie business and got a taste while at LSU in mid-1980s. A friend asked him if he’d help his son raise money to get a screenplay off the ground. “I told him I knew nothing about the film industry, and that would be a really difficult sale at that time,” Frank says, “but I met with this young man. He was extremely talented, passionate, and he brought me a screenplay, which was called ‘Putting on Airs.'”

Frank wasn’t successful in raising any funds for this young filmmaker, but it turns out he didn’t need his help. The friend’s son was Steven Soderbergh, and “Sex, Lies and Videotape” made him a household name in 1989. Frank went on to have his career, but in 2003 formed Eakin Films and Publishing, which allowed him to produce a children’s feature film and a book. About four years ago, he heard from a cousin that a company was looking at producing a movie version of “12 Years a Slave.” “Of course, we got these calls every three years or so, and we didn’t know whether to take it seriously, but then new information developed and it looked real,” he says.

frankeakinThat company turned out to be Brad Pitt’s Plan B Entertainment, and Frank (pictured at left) offered them access to all of his mom’s archives and papers. He also helped connect Fox Searchlight with several foundations like Frederick Douglass Family Initiatives and The Eracism Foundation working to combat present-day slavery. “I’m very grateful to both Plan B and Fox for being so welcoming and trusting me,” he says.

Eakin published a consumer version of his mother’s enhanced definitive edition of “12 Years a Slave,” then Fox allowed Eakin’s company and its distributor to acquire the audiobook movie tie-in edition rights, which incorporates Eakin’s acclaimed audiobook performed by Louis Gossett Jr.

An Amazon/Audible Best of 2013 Editor’s Pick, he’s quick to point out that this isn’t your typical audiobook. “Louis Gossett is like magic on audio,” he says. “He wanted to make people feel like he’s sitting across the table telling them a story, and it’s very personal. So, it’s a performance, it’s not just a reading.”

Frank also has high praise for the movie and encourages those interested in Northup’s story to experience it all three ways. “To see that movie … it came out so, so well. It’s profound. I couldn’t help but just cry my eyes out for about the last 10 minutes.”

He believes his mom would have approved of Pitt’s and Director Steve McQueen’s handling of her precious story. “Mom wanted to get the story out to a larger audience, but she was limited in what she could do,” he adds.

Even with the movie in theaters, Northup’s legacy isn’t over. The Smithsonian is planning on including him in its new museum of African American History and Culture, which should be open by early 2015. And both Frank Eakin and Louis Gossett Jr. will be at the Louisiana Book Festival on November 2 to talk about the project.

12 Years a Slave” opened in limited release October 18 and opens everywhere November 1. In addition to Brad Pitt and Michael Fassbender, the cast includes Chiwetel Ejiofor as Solomon, Paul Dano, Paul Giamatti, Sarah Paulson and Alfre Woodard. The movie was filmed in New Orleans Plantation Country. Click here to find out more. 

The e-book and audiobook version of “12 Years a Slave” read by Louis Gossett Jr. are available now. A portion of proceeds from audiobook download sales go to select slavery abolitionist foundations. Visit twelveyearsaslave.org to find out more about both versions, along with Eakin’s life and work. 

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  • Mojo / October 26, 2013

    A wonderful article giving credit to Dr. Sue Eakins for bringing Solomon Northup’s story into the 20th and 21st century. I first read the book in college and now live in the community that Solomon toiled as a slave. I cannot wait until the movie gets to Central Louisiana.

  • Thors45 / November 23, 2013

    Not to take anything away from Dr. Eakin but she had a collaborator named Joseph Logsdon. He was one of my professors at the University of New Orleans. His passion for the subject was no less and used the book for his Louisiana History class so there was a whole generation of people in New Orleans who were well aware of Solomon Northup. I imagine it was that connection that Brad Pitt picked up on.

  • Coco / November 18, 2015

    12 Years a Slave—a biopic about Solomon Northup, a black fiddler in New York who somehow wound up a slave in Louisiana from 1841 until the law rescued him in 1853—is the nearly universally acclaimed frontrunner for the Best Picture Oscar.
    Yet it’s built upon a fourth-rate screenplay that might have embarrassed Horatio Alger. Screenwriter John Ridley’s imitation Victorian dialogue is depressingly bad, reminiscent of the sub-Shakespearean lines John Wayne had to deliver as Genghis Khan in The Conqueror.

    12 Years a Slave is hailed by critics as a long-awaited breakthrough that finally dares to mention the subject of slavery after decades of the entertainment industry being controlled by the South. Yet as cinema encyclopedist Leonard Maltin notes:

    12 Years A Slave is a remake. What’s more, the original television film was directed by the celebrated Gordon Parks. Why no one seems to remember this is a mystery to me, yet all too typical of what I’ll call media amnesia. It first aired on PBS in 1984 as Solomon Northup’s Odyssey, reached a wider audience the following year when it was repeated as an installment of American Playhouse, and made its video debut under the title Half Slave, Half Free.

    You can watch the 1984 version online for $2.99.
    The remake has more whippings, though.

    The message behind the ongoing enshrinement of the rather amateurish 12 Years a Slave is that the cultural whippings of white folk for the sins of their great-great-great-great-grandfathers will continue until morale improves.
    Steve McQueen (an art-house filmmaker who is a black Brit of West Indian background) directs 12 Years a Slave in a sort of minor league Passion of the Christ manner. (Incidentally, it’s obnoxious for anybody involved with movies today to call himself “Steve McQueen” instead of, say, “Steven McQueen.” In contrast, there were two 20th-century writers named Thomas Wolfe, but the second had the good manners to call himself “Tom” to minimize confusion.)

    Some of the appeal to critics is that Northern whites are shown as saints of racial sensitivity in the film’s preposterous first 20 minutes. 12 Years a Slave opens in 1841 with Solomon Northup (stolidly played by the Anglo-Nigerian actor Chiwetel Ejiofor) being effusively admired by his white neighbors in Saratoga, New York. Northup is a model of prosperous bourgeois respectability, always doffing his top hat to his white peers while out riding with his wife and children in an elegant carriage. (Watch 0:24 to 0:35 in the trailer.)

    How could he afford that?
    Well, actually, he didn’t and couldn’t.
    A glance at Northup’s ghostwritten 1853 memoir makes clear that in 1841, rather than being a pillar of this Yankee community, he was an unemployed fiddler dragged down by his own “shiftlessness”:
    Though always in comfortable circumstances, we had not prospered. The society and associations at that world-renowned watering place (Saratoga, the home of American horseracing), were not calculated to preserve the simple habits of industry and economy to which I had been accustomed, but, on the contrary, to substitute others in their stead, tending to shiftlessness and extravagance.

    In McQueen’s often baffling movie, this upper-middle-class family man suddenly decides to run off to join the circus with two fast-talking white men without even leaving a note for his wife. While dining in an elegant Washington, DC restaurant with his new friends, he suddenly takes ill (perhaps from being slipped a Mickey Finn) and wakes up in chains.

    Paradoxically, Northup’s life in slavery is better documented than his murky life in freedom. His poor family never reported or even guessed that he’d been kidnapped. They apparently assumed that vanishing was just the kind of thing he’d do.

    On the other hand, property records show that Northup spent many years toiling on the ramshackle plantation of the notoriously cruel Edwin Epps (played by Michael Fassbender—as always, a compelling movie star). Epps was a manic master who forced his slaves to cavort until dawn whenever he was in a “dancing mood.” Today, he’d be diagnosed as bipolar.

    Northup’s eventual liberation was well-reported in the press and the courts 160 years ago. When word of his kidnapping finally arrived home in 1853, top officials in both New York and Louisiana were dismayed by the trick played upon this freeborn citizen and worked together to quickly have him released.
    (The assistance of pro-slavery politicians, such as Pierre Soulé, a US Senator from Louisiana, is a puzzle to the modern mind. But their reasoning was that slavery depended upon a punctilious regard for documented property rights. Thus, they were publicly outraged that a slave sale had been contracted without proper title.)

    Northup then had prosecuted the slave dealer who had bought him, but the trial never resulted in a verdict.

    Interestingly, the slaver defendant countercharged that Northup had conspired with his white cronies to defraud him of his purchase price by attempting to pull the old Skin Game con on him. One inspiration for the Oscar-winning screenplay for Django Unchained that Quentin Tarantino has lately acknowledged was the 1971 comedy Skin Game, starring James Garner and Louis Gossett, Jr. as traveling bunco artists in 1858. Their most profitable scam is for Garner to repeatedly sell Gossett into slavery and then help him escape.

    Northup’s hometown newspaper, the Saratoga Press, surmised that Northup had been an accomplice in a scam gone awry:
    …it is more than suspected that Sol Northup was an accomplice in the sale, calculating to slip away and share the spoils, but that the purchaser was too sharp for him, and instead of getting the cash, he got something else.

    Indeed, at least one of the con men who sold Northup had previously engaged in the skin game with another black as bait.

    But Northup denied at length in his memoir that he would lend himself to such a dangerous swindle.

    Still, this theory that Northup was a man of raffish character rather than the tediously upright one depicted in 12 Years a Slave might explain another puzzling aspect of his tale: how little help he got from his fellow slaves.

    For instance, the movie explains that it took nine years for this talented man to get his hands on a single piece of paper to write his letter home. That implies that in all those years he had no help from the house slaves in pilfering a sheet of paper. In general, the movie depicts the other slaves as displaying remarkably little human warmth toward Northup. They mostly act like zombies whenever he is around. Perhaps they perceived him as untrustworthy?

    When Northup finally arrived home, an abolitionist politician hired David Wilson, a white lawyer and part-time author, to be his ghostwriter. Wilson wrote Northup’s story in his own style, and they hit it big in the slave-narrative craze that followed the 1852 publication of Uncle Tom’s Cabin. An illustrated edition sold 30,000 copies—not as many as Harriet Beecher Stowe’s novel, but more than enough to launch Northup on the abolitionist lecture circuit.

    Sadly, he disappeared from history four years later. Some say he was re-kidnapped by the Slave Power to shut him up. But those who knew Northup best seem to have assumed that he had become a “worthless vagabond,” as his longsuffering wife’s obituary indelicately phrased it.

    Almost all of this is left out of the movie as being far too interesting for Oscar Bait.
    The book worked up by Northup and Wilson is a decent read. Like 1851’s Moby-Dick, it’s padded out with journalistic reporting on a then booming business: whaling in Melville’s case, cotton-growing in Northup-Wilson’s.

    Unfortunately, adapting 1850s writing into a modern movie script is a difficult task.
    Even first-rate Victorian literature such as the novels of Charles Dickens can be a challenge for modern readers due to the Victorians’ tendencies toward verbosity, sentimentality, and moralizing.

    Although second-rate Victorian writing such as Uncle Tom’s Cabin has come in for more praise with the rise of feminism in college English departments, it’s best filtered through a more astringent, less credulous sensibility. For example, the finest 20th-century staging of Stowe’s bestseller is the wild “Small House of Uncle Thomas” ballet in Rodgers and Hammerstein’s 1951 musical The King and I, in which the Burmese slave girl Tuptim restages Eliza’s escape from Simon Legree to call for her own manumission.
    Third-rate Victorian literature such as Wilson’s as-told-to version of Northup’s memoir is tolerable today if the author understands his limitations. Wilson, for example, likely grasped that he didn’t have a knack for dialogue, so it makes up only a tiny part of their book. And most of the first-person narration is thankfully utilitarian. Only occasionally does Wilson have Northup reminisce in the grand Victorian manner:
    Now had I approached within the shadow of the cloud, into the thick darkness whereof I was soon to disappear, thenceforward to be hidden from the eyes of all my kindred, and shut out from the sweet light of liberty, for many a weary year.

    Readers in 1853 understood that nobody besides preachers and politicians actually talked like that. That was just fancy book-writing. Indeed, on the rare occasions when Wilson quotes Northup’s utterances, the slave speaks in a more plausible fashion, such as, “There is nobody I want to write to, ‘cause I haint got no friends living as I know of.”

    Unfortunately, Ridley’s adaptation takes its inspiration for its made-up dialogue from the worst prose in the book. Since it would be racist for Ridley to show slaves, say, ending their sentences with prepositions, they instead orate pompous speeches toward each other, like Prime Minister Gladstone addressing Queen Victoria. (Not coincidentally, this is one of the very few movies that is rated R for violence and sex but not for obscene language.) As the hero, Ejiofor labors to bring life to these lines, with indifferent success.
    It’s hard to make African-Americans boring, but 12 Years a Slave manages.