The Slave Monologue

I was sitting on my porch watching the sun go down. One of my father’s servants came out and told me dinner was almost ready. When I stood up to go inside, I heard yelling coming from the garden. “What did I tell you? Either do it right or I’ll find someone else to do the job.” It sounded like my dad. “I’m sorry sir,” the slave said, “It was an accident. It won’t happen again.” “Better not,” mumbled my father. I didn’t know what slave it was, but I did know pops was very upset.

When we sat down at the dinner table, he was still in a bad mood. “I don’t understand how those ignorant slaves don’t know right from wrong! It’s not that hard to plow a garden.” “Now James,” said my mother, “he doesn’t know any better.” “He knows what to do!” Yelled my father. I think he’s had a little too much to drink. He jumps up from the table and stumbles …show more content…
“Teaching him a lesson.” My father’s eyes looked red with fury. I was too scared to move. I wasn’t sure if he was doing it to scare the man, or if he was actually trying to hurt him. My father was never an aggressive man, but I guess something in him just snapped. “Please don’t kill him,” sobbed the slave that was crying earlier. “Shut up,” yelled my father. “Dad, let’s be reasonable here. You don’t have to kill him.” I could feel tears forming in my eyes, but my mom wasn’t crying. “James, I’m calling the police.” My father started shouting. “No!” Before I could stop him, he fired the gun, but not at the slave, at my mother. He hit her in her leg, and she went tumbling down. I rushed to my mother and took off my belt to tie around her leg. “What is wrong with you?” I screamed at my father. “You could’ve killed her!” I don’t know what I saw in my father’s eyes, but something changed. “Oh my.. What have I done?” He started crying. He let the slave go and he ran out the door. I dismissed the ones in the