"Please" Sarah and Joseph said again for the fifth time, and again waited impatiently for my response.
I respond "fine" and am quickly whisked away into my mind filled with memories, some happy and some that I had spent time suppressing, all for them to be brought up again for the sake of storytelling.
It's the year 1848. Filled with excitement, I followed my aunt out to the master's house where something extraordinary was happening. Today one of my friends was to be married to a man from a plantation a short way away, which was a normal event, except for this occasion there was to be a clergy present, and that was unusual. The clergy, I supposed, was probably there because my friend who was a house servant was getting married and their weddings were always above the others. The marriage, of course, had the consent of the both the masters due to …show more content…
The gift of life was thought to be wonderful, but honestly who would want to be born only to become automatically enslaved? The life of a slave was repetitive, forever dragging on as though we were horses attached to a carriage that was constantly whipping and demanding of us, with no end in sight until death. Then the cycle was restarted as a new horse was thrown into the institution. Perhaps one day in eight or nine years this child would be that new horse. The mother, who had just stopped performing her laborious tasks in the field, would return to work soon after a short period of rest for her to care for her child. The baby would spend " a very limited time with [his] natural mother, if any" (Marquis 102). Instead, he would spend time in the nursery until he was of age to work and while growing up he would, like the other slaves, be taught to respect his master for the sake of his own protection. He would learn the consequences of a disrespectful action if he did not take the advice. Soon enough he would thrust by the wicked institution into rigorous
I respond "fine" and am quickly whisked away into my mind filled with memories, some happy and some that I had spent time suppressing, all for them to be brought up again for the sake of storytelling.
It's the year 1848. Filled with excitement, I followed my aunt out to the master's house where something extraordinary was happening. Today one of my friends was to be married to a man from a plantation a short way away, which was a normal event, except for this occasion there was to be a clergy present, and that was unusual. The clergy, I supposed, was probably there because my friend who was a house servant was getting married and their weddings were always above the others. The marriage, of course, had the consent of the both the masters due to …show more content…
The gift of life was thought to be wonderful, but honestly who would want to be born only to become automatically enslaved? The life of a slave was repetitive, forever dragging on as though we were horses attached to a carriage that was constantly whipping and demanding of us, with no end in sight until death. Then the cycle was restarted as a new horse was thrown into the institution. Perhaps one day in eight or nine years this child would be that new horse. The mother, who had just stopped performing her laborious tasks in the field, would return to work soon after a short period of rest for her to care for her child. The baby would spend " a very limited time with [his] natural mother, if any" (Marquis 102). Instead, he would spend time in the nursery until he was of age to work and while growing up he would, like the other slaves, be taught to respect his master for the sake of his own protection. He would learn the consequences of a disrespectful action if he did not take the advice. Soon enough he would thrust by the wicked institution into rigorous