Post by leopardz on Sept 17, 2006 20:36:13 GMT
So, this is my asessment from my history teacher. I just wanted to see if the first few chapters gave you empathy! It is about a slave who is just about to start the middle passage.
July 1780
We’d heard rumours; it was spreading like a bad disease. People were disappearing, being captured. New products were appearing, pots and pans.
And Guns.
The guns that were causing trouble amongst the tribes and killing with one single bullet.
They were coming to get us. We could hear the thudding of running and screaming echoing, we could see the flames, and feel the fear.
“Run!” Mother whispered.
We started running, my mother, sister and I, I ran left and they ran right. That was the last time I ever saw my mother and Binta.
“Come on, son,” A black man growled.
He was one of us, he would help me.
August 1780
It was swelteringly hot and people were falling often from exhaustion and were flogged mercilessly until they stood again.
The sun blurred my vision; my legs felt like that they would collapse at any second. My legs hit the floor with a thud.
Someone shouted at me, but I couldn’t see them or understand them, it was a cold blooded voice that was not from my tribe.
A sharp pain collided into my back. The pain triggered down my spine. Again and again the pain was unbearable as it hit my back again. I didn’t want to show them my pain but I couldn’t help screaming for mercy and letting water leak from my eyes.
I dragged my body up and carried on marching, my heart pounding, my back more than aching.
The chains rattled around my ankles and wrists and rubbed more of my skin off.
Around the 20th August 1780
After what seemed years rather than a month of walking we reached the River Gambia.
We marched another few miles until we reached a port. There was many boats, but one caught my attention the most.
The biggest ship I have ever seen was dawning the port with a magnificent, but ugly glow, the Lord Ligonier it said in silver.
This ship was truly huge. Enough space for 420 men. Unfortunately
There were over 600 of us, all tied together and more than depressed.
The captain was Davies. He had a stern face and luxurious clothing.
There was a cough, which echoed through the silence.
All the crew members were white and they were already marching solemn people aboard.Then to under the decks
Beginning of September 1780
My space that I was supposed to fit lying down in was about five feet three inches high and four feet four inches wide, it was impossible that I could lie in that small space.
I have never had a nightmare about this, never even thought life could be worse than this. Now I was waiting for my friend, my passionate friend who was sure to take me. Death.
Screaming, weeping and crying rang through the stench of now less than 600 people, I just wanted to hear some kind of happiness. I thought I would never hear laughter again.
I had seen them hurl the bodies overboard, the white men, just like they were rotten oranges. Or worse.
The terror and screaming continued, then I realised it wasn’t just everyone else screaming and moaning, it was also me.
can you please comment on what you read! thanks. When I have finished the next chapter I will pos that as well!
July 1780
We’d heard rumours; it was spreading like a bad disease. People were disappearing, being captured. New products were appearing, pots and pans.
And Guns.
The guns that were causing trouble amongst the tribes and killing with one single bullet.
They were coming to get us. We could hear the thudding of running and screaming echoing, we could see the flames, and feel the fear.
“Run!” Mother whispered.
We started running, my mother, sister and I, I ran left and they ran right. That was the last time I ever saw my mother and Binta.
“Come on, son,” A black man growled.
He was one of us, he would help me.
August 1780
It was swelteringly hot and people were falling often from exhaustion and were flogged mercilessly until they stood again.
The sun blurred my vision; my legs felt like that they would collapse at any second. My legs hit the floor with a thud.
Someone shouted at me, but I couldn’t see them or understand them, it was a cold blooded voice that was not from my tribe.
A sharp pain collided into my back. The pain triggered down my spine. Again and again the pain was unbearable as it hit my back again. I didn’t want to show them my pain but I couldn’t help screaming for mercy and letting water leak from my eyes.
I dragged my body up and carried on marching, my heart pounding, my back more than aching.
The chains rattled around my ankles and wrists and rubbed more of my skin off.
Around the 20th August 1780
After what seemed years rather than a month of walking we reached the River Gambia.
We marched another few miles until we reached a port. There was many boats, but one caught my attention the most.
The biggest ship I have ever seen was dawning the port with a magnificent, but ugly glow, the Lord Ligonier it said in silver.
This ship was truly huge. Enough space for 420 men. Unfortunately
There were over 600 of us, all tied together and more than depressed.
The captain was Davies. He had a stern face and luxurious clothing.
There was a cough, which echoed through the silence.
All the crew members were white and they were already marching solemn people aboard.Then to under the decks
Beginning of September 1780
My space that I was supposed to fit lying down in was about five feet three inches high and four feet four inches wide, it was impossible that I could lie in that small space.
I have never had a nightmare about this, never even thought life could be worse than this. Now I was waiting for my friend, my passionate friend who was sure to take me. Death.
Screaming, weeping and crying rang through the stench of now less than 600 people, I just wanted to hear some kind of happiness. I thought I would never hear laughter again.
I had seen them hurl the bodies overboard, the white men, just like they were rotten oranges. Or worse.
The terror and screaming continued, then I realised it wasn’t just everyone else screaming and moaning, it was also me.
can you please comment on what you read! thanks. When I have finished the next chapter I will pos that as well!
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