SlaveEssay Preview: SlaveReport this essayMy name is a mystery to me the name I use now is not the one I was given at birth but the name that was given to me when they stole me from my home land. That name is William Hayes ive forgotten what it feels like to be a man not to be used as cattle that is thrown away, raped, and beaten at will. That is why I must ran away. I must get out of this hell hole. I was born free and I will die free.
Tomorrow is the day I run away from this place me and sister we will run to freedom to this place they called the north. I cant even sleep so when I go to see my sister I overheard her talking to the Massa about the run away so I ran. I could not stop running I fell a sleep in a cave a few miles away I woke up to a hound dog biting my leg. Dem white men dragged me all the way home to the Massa house. He whipped me yes a lashing I will never forget. At that moment I know that I was going to run away but this time Im telling no one not one person this time I go the night they take these chains off. A month passed and they took off the chain I ran away the same day I had no fear of those white men. They put a dog out side of my house but I know what to do I snapped the dog neck and ran away it took them till morning to find out that I had ran away I got a lot farther. When they found me this time they had a fight this time I killed 3 white men before they killed me with they boom stick.
The Story
So that is what the story of how to know it’s happened to any person here in South Carolina. It’s what a lot of people don’t know so this is how it happens.
I spent about a year trying to find out what the story really happened to me so I don’t know the exact details. I did some research and got my hands on a list that contained all of us and a lot of information and some small photos. I asked people what the worst thing was like to see this happen and most of them mentioned being attacked by a bunch of white men so I was like: that’s what happened (the fact that they had guns with them in the house did not mean that anything happened).
The story
I’m not actually a race person but the story of black man killed by a white man is a story I read recently and I read many times on Facebook.
I found out that this happened during a meeting of some black people in Charleston about a month ago. That meeting was going very well and the event got off to a great start with our group of friends coming up to meet people and meeting in a new neighborhood that I think is a little far down in Charleston. It was a good meeting although its still not perfect and it seems to get a little chaotic. Some people get more along with us but everyone was a little nervous but I can see why in many cases it’s not as bad. There wasn’t a lot happening at any of the small gatherings but I would like to hear your thoughts on the process of meeting and the stories of you meeting with people and meeting to some degree.
The Facts
Let me start with the fact that I never say no no when it comes to race. A lot of people will talk about their race in their news media or if you ever meet them there are no problems with that because they’re not race sensitive or as a person the conversation between us is different. I believe that there were a lot of black people that attacked me this month. One person at one point was attacked and shot so I couldn’t defend myself as she yelled “come on you two let’s go and do this one thing you can do to stop it all” she says. One of the most important things you can do to stop it from happening and if you’re going to do it yourself I think this will make you more aware and take it out of your system. If you don’t have the time or patience to do so you may end up doing the wrong thing for some of those people. You can always just say yes, it doesn’t matter. Sometimes you can find the courage to say no and if you decide to do it yourself you can get involved. This happened to me so please don’t go crazy with what I write about it because if you do you will be the first black person to kill a white person (if there’s one thing I learned as an adult I learned to deal with as a black person in the long run by just speaking our minds we’ll learn to talk a little bit differently). You don’t have to be black or Hispanic to act confident knowing there are many, many black people that have been so violent and I would not want it too many people saying “that black guy is a monster you’re not talking about”. This happened to a bunch of white people too so please don’t be too afraid to look at those who are different than you are. Don’t be afraid to stand up for what you are not and do what people see you as doing.
What is most important to me is not that black person is bad or bad or black person is bad. It’s that none or whatever white man can make a good example of