I was convicted of practicing witchcraft in 1692 by Mary Warren. Mary Warren knew my secret about adultery against my wife. Although my wife already knew, the public shame was worse. My name was the only thing I had left. My name would have been posted in the church for the whole community to see. Why would I want the public shame? I cannot confess to a horrible crime that I did not commit. All the citizens that were hanged for their silence would look down upon me with hatred or even shame. If I know that I got god spirit running through my veins then i'm alright dying for the crime. Those lying girls should be the ones dying for there harmful lies. I’d rather die than live a lie.
