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I was so young. So young, doing something I didn't want to do for reasons I didn't
understand. I was snatched from my home, my family, my rights, and forced into a
world where savage cruelty was morally acceptable. They laughed. They laughed at
their cruel ways, said it didn't matter, we were animals, worthless, lazy,
criminals.
Slaves.
My beautiful home in Africa has become just a memory, a rush of bright colours and
warmth and love and freedom. I was happy. For the first few years of my life, I
was so happy, and yet I did not cherish these days, thought they would last
forever. And they would have, save for the cruel greed of the white man.
I do not wish to recall those next few years of being sold and resold, of working
my fingers to the bone just to get spat at, of the constant knowledge that I could
never be as beautiful, as happy, as free as the pale-skinned people who flocked
past the windows, gamboling in the sun. No, I was inferior, an animal, worthless.
I was lucky to be alive.
I was clothed in rags, fed swill fit only for pigs and negros, beaten with fists
and whips and clubs and feet, reduced to a quivering speck of victimised humanity.
In the depths of my despair, I wished I would die.
Throughout it all, I wondered, why us? Were we really so inferior because we were
so different? I found myself believing it most of the time. The black man would
rather kill you than look at you. If you didn't keep a black man where you could
see him he would slaughter your family in the night. The black man is an animal -
he can only be tamed. It is too much to expect a black man to learn anything.
Don't expect a black man's gratitude.
Through it all, I watched, and screamed in my mind, hoping, dreaming, wishing with
all my heart that I would be rescued. I screamed and screamed and screamed, and
the future got darker and darker for me.
I was so young. So young, doing something I didn't want to do for reasons I didn't
understand. I was snatched from my home, my family, my rights, and forced into a
world where savage cruelty was morally acceptable. They laughed. They laughed at
their cruel ways, said it didn't matter, we were animals, worthless, lazy,
criminals.
Slaves.
understand. I was snatched from my home, my family, my rights, and forced into a
world where savage cruelty was morally acceptable. They laughed. They laughed at
their cruel ways, said it didn't matter, we were animals, worthless, lazy,
criminals.
Slaves.
My beautiful home in Africa has become just a memory, a rush of bright colours and
warmth and love and freedom. I was happy. For the first few years of my life, I
was so happy, and yet I did not cherish these days, thought they would last
forever. And they would have, save for the cruel greed of the white man.
I do not wish to recall those next few years of being sold and resold, of working
my fingers to the bone just to get spat at, of the constant knowledge that I could
never be as beautiful, as happy, as free as the pale-skinned people who flocked
past the windows, gamboling in the sun. No, I was inferior, an animal, worthless.
I was lucky to be alive.
I was clothed in rags, fed swill fit only for pigs and negros, beaten with fists
and whips and clubs and feet, reduced to a quivering speck of victimised humanity.
In the depths of my despair, I wished I would die.
Throughout it all, I wondered, why us? Were we really so inferior because we were
so different? I found myself believing it most of the time. The black man would
rather kill you than look at you. If you didn't keep a black man where you could
see him he would slaughter your family in the night. The black man is an animal -
he can only be tamed. It is too much to expect a black man to learn anything.
Don't expect a black man's gratitude.
Through it all, I watched, and screamed in my mind, hoping, dreaming, wishing with
all my heart that I would be rescued. I screamed and screamed and screamed, and
the future got darker and darker for me.
I was so young. So young, doing something I didn't want to do for reasons I didn't
understand. I was snatched from my home, my family, my rights, and forced into a
world where savage cruelty was morally acceptable. They laughed. They laughed at
their cruel ways, said it didn't matter, we were animals, worthless, lazy,
criminals.
Slaves.
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We've been doing so much about slaves and slavery in school at the minute. I began to write this in Drama, and I just wanted to post it up on here.
I honestly feel ashamed at my ancestors for thinking that we have such an advantage because of our skin colour. Anyone who still supports this is cruel, despicable, and utterly, utterly heartless.
I honestly feel ashamed at my ancestors for thinking that we have such an advantage because of our skin colour. Anyone who still supports this is cruel, despicable, and utterly, utterly heartless.
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Thats really cute aw!!!!!!