My Anti-Slavery Experience

I wake up to the church bells, just like every other day. Walking over to my milkshake shop, Dee’s Drinks, and meeting new people was always the highlight of my day. Even when some people avoided me because of my race. Back when I was enslaved, my mother, Joanne Dee, taught me how to read and write. My mother always believed in me. She taught me to read and write because she knew I was going to grow up and be successful one day. It breaks me that I had to leave her to escape. I am a grown man now, so I dedicated my milkshake shop to mother. I push the thought of my mother to the back of my head as I continue my stroll to my shop. Then, I noticed something peculiar; there was a sign on the front door. The door is brand new because I thought …show more content…
“Same as always, of course I am.” “Do you want to close up shop and leave early and head over to the church?” Asked Ky. “Sure,” I say, but little does he know that all I want to do is stay in my shop and be alone. On our stroll to the church, I see some peculiar things. My favorite barber shop had the same sign my shop had. People seemed to be more on-edge than usual. I passed by my favorite customers house and saw that he was packing up. What is happening to my favorite town? Is this whole slavery situation getting …show more content…
It was as if the air had ran through Antarctica and decided to take a pit stop right here in Alabama. Ky and I walked into the church, and there were less people inside than usual. “I think I'm gonna wait outside for you,” mumbles Ky. Sometimes Ky does the strangest things and I just don't understand “Fine.” I retort. He walks out, keeping his head low. The church owner asked if
I wanted to give my speech early because everyone else decided not to show up. I give my usual speech. I talk about how people who are enslaved can't read or write, how they can't do things humans are meant to do. This speech was different though, I tell about how if this slavery problem keeps getting worse, war will start. I've never said that before. I've always been in denial that slavery will get worse. But still, the same thing happened. No one listens, no one pays attention. I'm used to it now, but it still hurts. After my speech, I go to Ky outside. “I've been doing this for months now.” I explain to Ky. “I'm tired of people not listening. I'm just tired.” “Let me tell you something.” Ky starts, “When I was younger, I had a worse life than I did right now. I cried myself to sleep every night. I didn't want to live