Location: Louisiana
Slave age: 98
Interviewer’s name: Lupe Melendez
Slave age: 98
Interviewer’s name: Lupe Melendez
I is just doing this cause I is wanting to tell me people how we darkies was treated back in the ole days. It all started in the day I is sold to ole man Tomas and I was separated from me ma and fourteen brothers and sisters. He was the meanest mans that ever walked this earth. He beat me and all the other darkies like drums, like he had no feelings at all. Everyday we work in the fields pickin’ cotton for no pay
. One day I stop to take me a breath because pickin’ cotton was no easy deal for us slaves and ole man Thomas was just looking at me like never before he called out me name and I think me heart stopped. He said “come over here nigger”. Then he grab me by me neck and hair, and tied me to his horses and it pulled me crossed the bumpy field. My stomach was bleedin’ like never before. Then he would whip me by tying me to a tree for no reason just for fun
. I is never ables to used me hands like I is suppose to. I been wishing of the day I could be freed then nobody could hurt me. One day ole man Thomas started looking funny, sick and weak. Then one hopeful day, two weeks later he died and all us darkies was free. Nobody telling us what to do and no more hurtin’. As time past I named myself Lashanda Jackson after my mother and grand father.
. One day I stop to take me a breath because pickin’ cotton was no easy deal for us slaves and ole man Thomas was just looking at me like never before he called out me name and I think me heart stopped. He said “come over here nigger”. Then he grab me by me neck and hair, and tied me to his horses and it pulled me crossed the bumpy field. My stomach was bleedin’ like never before. Then he would whip me by tying me to a tree for no reason just for fun
. I is never ables to used me hands like I is suppose to. I been wishing of the day I could be freed then nobody could hurt me. One day ole man Thomas started looking funny, sick and weak. Then one hopeful day, two weeks later he died and all us darkies was free. Nobody telling us what to do and no more hurtin’. As time past I named myself Lashanda Jackson after my mother and grand father.
1 comment:
this is a good story it was written like a slave would write it. I didn'y like the part that he was bleeding from the stomach I got chills. Next time right it a bit more clear.
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