A New Boy
I was born on a warm winters day, when the sun was at its peak, It was a regular day like any of the other no plain no special. This amazing day was November 17, 1625. I was born in Senegambia, in a small hut which what was the communities hospital. This hut was as small as an ant. That day was when I was given the name Walker Green. My father was the leader of the tribe. He envisioned me to take his place once he can no longer serve.At the age of 5, I was taught how to hunt for food and how to survive and farm. I started to be taught these ways and how they worked. A year later my mother was pregnant with sister Tanya and gave birth to her on February 17,1631 . As she grew older with me she began to talk nonstop and usually annoy me. I still loved her with all my heart and never doubted that for a second.
Then, when i turned six years i started to sometimes help plant with my mother and became good at planting. I was one of the best planters in my community and my father was always proud of that. He was proud to be my father and at that point i grew closer to my dad than i ever did before. A year after that a great tragedy occurred, a group of white men came to my community and took me away from family along with many more people. I was taken to this huge ship filled with people the same color pigment as me. We were placed and packed so close together that we were inside on another. As we hit many waves and the ship rocked back and forth i couldn't keep but thinking about my family and what could have happened to them that i was very nervous, and the ship rocking back and forth wasn't really helping that much. At the end of the boat trip we landed in Virginia, and we’re taken to a market and we were going to be sold. I was sold to a man named Bob Charles for $100, i was taken in a truck to a huge plantation. I worked endlessly night and day and my master worked me to the fullest. I never could rest because he would whip me and my back was very sensitive because i was young. I was never really liked on the farm, and everyone one on the farm was very mean. It was until a new slave was bought that i actually talked to someone. That slave was my sister, she also had been captured and was sold at the market. I was so happy to see her as i wondered what had ever happened to them. I usually kept getting nervous about what could have happened to them, and if they were ok. Now at least i had someone i knew on the farm and i wouldn't let anything happen to her, I was like her guardian angel, because i had missed her the most and the other slaves on the farm weren't friendly. Sadly i didn't do a very good job, in the year 1640 when i was 15 our master Bob Charels cheated on him wife and had an affair with my sister. Once my sister told me i was enraged and destroyed many crops on the plantation, this caused my master to beat me, and whip me.
After a few year gone by and i healed, i grew stronger, and taller, which was a good thing for my master. He wanted to sell me seeing that i'm not respectful to him , and since i was strong and tall he could make a lot of money off of me. He went to the market everything dragging me there with him ready to sell me. He wanted $1000 dollars for me, which not many people had. I wished that no one would have bought me because i wanted to stay with my sister. One day a tall man named Luke Hemington bought me for the price Bob wanted, so i was taken away to a different plantation away from my sister again which was very frustrating. When i arrived the slaves there were more gentle, and friendly, they greeted me in to the plantation. I felt like i was at home because everyone was friendly and had the same color of skin. My master was impressed of my strength and how much cotton i could carry from the cotton farm.
New Allie
At age 21, I met a young man in the same plantation as me named Martin Clinton, which I called Marty. Our relationship was going to go a long way, as we both became best friend because we both had the same goals and dreams. We both thought slavery was a bad thing and we wanted to free the slaves. Our friendship grew stronger throughout the years as we both bonding in many ways. Marty was dark skinned tall man, with short hair that was curly. Marty was not that strong, which is why sometimes he asked me for help carrying heavy loads. I met Marty when my master Luke Hemington bought him and on the first day he came, I walked up to him and talked to him. We started a conversation about how we thought slavery was wrong and how slavery should not be allowed. We then continued talking for a long time about slavery and about our early life.
A year later many rumors were spread about a plantation not so far from ours, where the slaves believed to end slavery like what Marty and I believed. The slaves in the plantation rebelled against their master and attack the master and his family. They rebelled against this undeniable law and killed their master, by stabbing him. This caused disruption in our plantation, the slaves now thought of doing this same act. The slaves in our plantation started to boy cot and rebel against Luke. As the riot grew stronger around Luke’s house, he was enraged and came out to see what is going on. When he came out with a gun and saw Marty and I he shot Marty in the shoulder causing him to fall on the ground harshly. There was blood everywhere and I was whipped on the back. The protest started to calm down as Luke started to scream and scared everyone with his actions. Later that night, Marty's shoulder was bandaged up and so was my back, and I went into a deep sleep. Marty on the other had heard a whisper, a whisper as quiet as mouse. It was white English man; he told me his name was Abec Johnson. He had came from Jamestown and wanted to help slaves escape this brutal life of being enforced to do all this labor.
I was awaken by Marty and Abec only helped us since the master was out next to all the other slaves. Luke did not care about Marty and I because he knew we were worthless now so he didn’t want to look over us. As Abec helped us climb over the tall gray sturdy fence, we went one by one. First I went then Marty went, but Abec was on the other side of the fence so we climbed the fence to get to him. After we climbed the fence, we headed towards Jamestown since Abec promised that there were no slaves there which definitely put a smile on my face. As we walked towards the far end of the plantation we all heard some footsteps, when we turned around we were surprised to see that it was Luke! He grabbed Marty and I while dragging us back to the plantation. Before we were dragged back to the plantation with Luke’s two men, Marty and I saw Abec get shot right in the leg by the master. On that day many things changes, the goals I once wanted before now were stronger, seeing a man get shot to help us was something you don't forget . After that day I never saw Abec Johnson ever again, never to see his kind heart that caused him to try to save us slaves, the colored people.
The next night Green and I stayed awake thinking about how to stop such a heartless law, and I heard a couple of more whispers and so did Green. It was these two women named Samantha Johnson and Rosalinda Baker.Samantha was a store owner and Rosalinda was an indentured servant who worked for her. They both hated slavery and felt bad for what happened to both of us. From now on, both women dug a hole under the gate and gave us food when we needed it. I had a big grin on my face and had said thank you to both ladies for doing such a great deed. Since we were mistreated and had a shortage of food, they gave us food to survive the hard life we had. They told us Abec came in with a bloody leg and asked for help. He told them about our lives and inspired Samantha and Rosalinda to help us slaves. Abec could not come since he could barely move and the master would expect him.
Fight The Good Fight
“Grab the peaches quickly before you get caught!” exclaimed Samantha and Rosalinda. They were helping us by giving us food because we were underfed by our master Luke during our life on the plantation. Marty and I were being fed peaches from Samantha’s husband shop that was being held by Samantha and the indentured servant Rosalinda, they helped me a lot through my life, especially at the age of 38. Although Marty and I were punished for our acts of rebellion and strong beliefs, we still never backed down from stopping slavery. In the year 1663, there was a conspiracy about slaves being released from their slave holders and being sent free, I had told Marty about it and I told him how we should help the slaves escape.
It was late, around eleven at night; both of us had a conversation about how we had decided to dedicate our lives to help slaves escape this plantation to start a new fresh chapter in their life. The next day, we woke up early around sunrise to explain to the rest of the mistreated slaves about our idea to set them free from this cruel prison where we were treated like animals. Everyone on the plantation agreed with this idea and wanted to participate and assist in any way they could. After a few hours of planning and discussion, we decided to first dig a bigger hole from the original hole Samantha and Rosalina dug in the ground that would be big enough to fit the slaves through.
We first let the woman with their children go first since they were they were the most important people that needed to stay alive. After all the woman had escaped and waited on the other side of the fence for their loved ones our master Luke came running out yelling “Stop right there!” He was rushing as fast as lightning trying to stop any slaves from leaving him plantation. Quickly, a dozen of enraged slaves and my friend Marty rushed to keep Luke and his men away from the hole in order for every slave to escape. As we ran I looked back and Marty shouted to me, “Go with the women, children, and men to start a new life as a new family. I’ll be fine here, GO!” Still looking back I saw that Luke’s men had brought whips and started to hit Marty and they rest of the slaves to get out of the way, “POW, POW, POW.” However as fast as a nanosecond, all the slaves including me had run away to another area filled with barren land. As I ran for my life we I got tired and stopped for a quick second. Everyone was depending on me because I was one of the people who started this rebellion. We ran a couple of miles until we saw this forest with a open space of barren land. We decided to make use of it and built houses to stay in. It was never a permanent place we would stay in but it ended up becoming that. The other man that escaped with me gathers supplies and we built huts and small houses. The woman also contributed with the gathering of food and preparing food. Life was amazing because we have run away from our master, we were free, and we didn’t work for anyone we had called this place Greenvile, It was it safer than a bank.
One day I decided to sneak back to where the plantation was and left a letter for Marty in the hole we dug to escape. I knew that Marty would see it and would possibly replay which is why I came back the next day and found a letter. It was from Marty and as soon as I arrived back in Greenvile I opened, it was telling me about life on the farm and how Marty was whipped which caused an acute pain. He also told me that the master still was searching for us and how were never safe. Some slaves apparently thought to have seen Luke around these woods but I knew he would never find us here. At the year 1672 I am still alive and I live my life free away from slavery and envision that the slaves will carry on with my dream of ending slavery!
I was born on a warm winters day, when the sun was at its peak, It was a regular day like any of the other no plain no special. This amazing day was November 17, 1625. I was born in Senegambia, in a small hut which what was the communities hospital. This hut was as small as an ant. That day was when I was given the name Walker Green. My father was the leader of the tribe. He envisioned me to take his place once he can no longer serve.At the age of 5, I was taught how to hunt for food and how to survive and farm. I started to be taught these ways and how they worked. A year later my mother was pregnant with sister Tanya and gave birth to her on February 17,1631 . As she grew older with me she began to talk nonstop and usually annoy me. I still loved her with all my heart and never doubted that for a second.
Then, when i turned six years i started to sometimes help plant with my mother and became good at planting. I was one of the best planters in my community and my father was always proud of that. He was proud to be my father and at that point i grew closer to my dad than i ever did before. A year after that a great tragedy occurred, a group of white men came to my community and took me away from family along with many more people. I was taken to this huge ship filled with people the same color pigment as me. We were placed and packed so close together that we were inside on another. As we hit many waves and the ship rocked back and forth i couldn't keep but thinking about my family and what could have happened to them that i was very nervous, and the ship rocking back and forth wasn't really helping that much. At the end of the boat trip we landed in Virginia, and we’re taken to a market and we were going to be sold. I was sold to a man named Bob Charles for $100, i was taken in a truck to a huge plantation. I worked endlessly night and day and my master worked me to the fullest. I never could rest because he would whip me and my back was very sensitive because i was young. I was never really liked on the farm, and everyone one on the farm was very mean. It was until a new slave was bought that i actually talked to someone. That slave was my sister, she also had been captured and was sold at the market. I was so happy to see her as i wondered what had ever happened to them. I usually kept getting nervous about what could have happened to them, and if they were ok. Now at least i had someone i knew on the farm and i wouldn't let anything happen to her, I was like her guardian angel, because i had missed her the most and the other slaves on the farm weren't friendly. Sadly i didn't do a very good job, in the year 1640 when i was 15 our master Bob Charels cheated on him wife and had an affair with my sister. Once my sister told me i was enraged and destroyed many crops on the plantation, this caused my master to beat me, and whip me.
After a few year gone by and i healed, i grew stronger, and taller, which was a good thing for my master. He wanted to sell me seeing that i'm not respectful to him , and since i was strong and tall he could make a lot of money off of me. He went to the market everything dragging me there with him ready to sell me. He wanted $1000 dollars for me, which not many people had. I wished that no one would have bought me because i wanted to stay with my sister. One day a tall man named Luke Hemington bought me for the price Bob wanted, so i was taken away to a different plantation away from my sister again which was very frustrating. When i arrived the slaves there were more gentle, and friendly, they greeted me in to the plantation. I felt like i was at home because everyone was friendly and had the same color of skin. My master was impressed of my strength and how much cotton i could carry from the cotton farm.
New Allie
At age 21, I met a young man in the same plantation as me named Martin Clinton, which I called Marty. Our relationship was going to go a long way, as we both became best friend because we both had the same goals and dreams. We both thought slavery was a bad thing and we wanted to free the slaves. Our friendship grew stronger throughout the years as we both bonding in many ways. Marty was dark skinned tall man, with short hair that was curly. Marty was not that strong, which is why sometimes he asked me for help carrying heavy loads. I met Marty when my master Luke Hemington bought him and on the first day he came, I walked up to him and talked to him. We started a conversation about how we thought slavery was wrong and how slavery should not be allowed. We then continued talking for a long time about slavery and about our early life.
A year later many rumors were spread about a plantation not so far from ours, where the slaves believed to end slavery like what Marty and I believed. The slaves in the plantation rebelled against their master and attack the master and his family. They rebelled against this undeniable law and killed their master, by stabbing him. This caused disruption in our plantation, the slaves now thought of doing this same act. The slaves in our plantation started to boy cot and rebel against Luke. As the riot grew stronger around Luke’s house, he was enraged and came out to see what is going on. When he came out with a gun and saw Marty and I he shot Marty in the shoulder causing him to fall on the ground harshly. There was blood everywhere and I was whipped on the back. The protest started to calm down as Luke started to scream and scared everyone with his actions. Later that night, Marty's shoulder was bandaged up and so was my back, and I went into a deep sleep. Marty on the other had heard a whisper, a whisper as quiet as mouse. It was white English man; he told me his name was Abec Johnson. He had came from Jamestown and wanted to help slaves escape this brutal life of being enforced to do all this labor.
I was awaken by Marty and Abec only helped us since the master was out next to all the other slaves. Luke did not care about Marty and I because he knew we were worthless now so he didn’t want to look over us. As Abec helped us climb over the tall gray sturdy fence, we went one by one. First I went then Marty went, but Abec was on the other side of the fence so we climbed the fence to get to him. After we climbed the fence, we headed towards Jamestown since Abec promised that there were no slaves there which definitely put a smile on my face. As we walked towards the far end of the plantation we all heard some footsteps, when we turned around we were surprised to see that it was Luke! He grabbed Marty and I while dragging us back to the plantation. Before we were dragged back to the plantation with Luke’s two men, Marty and I saw Abec get shot right in the leg by the master. On that day many things changes, the goals I once wanted before now were stronger, seeing a man get shot to help us was something you don't forget . After that day I never saw Abec Johnson ever again, never to see his kind heart that caused him to try to save us slaves, the colored people.
The next night Green and I stayed awake thinking about how to stop such a heartless law, and I heard a couple of more whispers and so did Green. It was these two women named Samantha Johnson and Rosalinda Baker.Samantha was a store owner and Rosalinda was an indentured servant who worked for her. They both hated slavery and felt bad for what happened to both of us. From now on, both women dug a hole under the gate and gave us food when we needed it. I had a big grin on my face and had said thank you to both ladies for doing such a great deed. Since we were mistreated and had a shortage of food, they gave us food to survive the hard life we had. They told us Abec came in with a bloody leg and asked for help. He told them about our lives and inspired Samantha and Rosalinda to help us slaves. Abec could not come since he could barely move and the master would expect him.
Fight The Good Fight
“Grab the peaches quickly before you get caught!” exclaimed Samantha and Rosalinda. They were helping us by giving us food because we were underfed by our master Luke during our life on the plantation. Marty and I were being fed peaches from Samantha’s husband shop that was being held by Samantha and the indentured servant Rosalinda, they helped me a lot through my life, especially at the age of 38. Although Marty and I were punished for our acts of rebellion and strong beliefs, we still never backed down from stopping slavery. In the year 1663, there was a conspiracy about slaves being released from their slave holders and being sent free, I had told Marty about it and I told him how we should help the slaves escape.
It was late, around eleven at night; both of us had a conversation about how we had decided to dedicate our lives to help slaves escape this plantation to start a new fresh chapter in their life. The next day, we woke up early around sunrise to explain to the rest of the mistreated slaves about our idea to set them free from this cruel prison where we were treated like animals. Everyone on the plantation agreed with this idea and wanted to participate and assist in any way they could. After a few hours of planning and discussion, we decided to first dig a bigger hole from the original hole Samantha and Rosalina dug in the ground that would be big enough to fit the slaves through.
We first let the woman with their children go first since they were they were the most important people that needed to stay alive. After all the woman had escaped and waited on the other side of the fence for their loved ones our master Luke came running out yelling “Stop right there!” He was rushing as fast as lightning trying to stop any slaves from leaving him plantation. Quickly, a dozen of enraged slaves and my friend Marty rushed to keep Luke and his men away from the hole in order for every slave to escape. As we ran I looked back and Marty shouted to me, “Go with the women, children, and men to start a new life as a new family. I’ll be fine here, GO!” Still looking back I saw that Luke’s men had brought whips and started to hit Marty and they rest of the slaves to get out of the way, “POW, POW, POW.” However as fast as a nanosecond, all the slaves including me had run away to another area filled with barren land. As I ran for my life we I got tired and stopped for a quick second. Everyone was depending on me because I was one of the people who started this rebellion. We ran a couple of miles until we saw this forest with a open space of barren land. We decided to make use of it and built houses to stay in. It was never a permanent place we would stay in but it ended up becoming that. The other man that escaped with me gathers supplies and we built huts and small houses. The woman also contributed with the gathering of food and preparing food. Life was amazing because we have run away from our master, we were free, and we didn’t work for anyone we had called this place Greenvile, It was it safer than a bank.
One day I decided to sneak back to where the plantation was and left a letter for Marty in the hole we dug to escape. I knew that Marty would see it and would possibly replay which is why I came back the next day and found a letter. It was from Marty and as soon as I arrived back in Greenvile I opened, it was telling me about life on the farm and how Marty was whipped which caused an acute pain. He also told me that the master still was searching for us and how were never safe. Some slaves apparently thought to have seen Luke around these woods but I knew he would never find us here. At the year 1672 I am still alive and I live my life free away from slavery and envision that the slaves will carry on with my dream of ending slavery!