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Hello, my name is Martin Clinton, or you could call me Marty, I was born on April 15, 1627 in a hut on a plantation in Virginia. My guardian’s names were Katherine Joseph, who was my mother, and my father whose name was James Clinton. My parents were both slaves who worked all day in any type of weather no matter what; it could be extremely hot or frigid cold, our master Johnathan Krill, an Irish man did not care. My family and I were mistreated by people, we had a deficient of food, and we were treated as wild animals being whipped anytime the master pleased to do so. As a child I did not understand what being a slave meant, but throughout the years of my life I began to pursue a goal about ending the law slavery. I was unhappy about the fact that we colored people, slaves, were enforced to do all this labor while everybody else relaxed. Anyway, I was homeschooled by my mother and as a slave I was the most intelligent child out of the other children on the plantation.
Starting at the age of five, I started to work on the plantation with my parents and my mother was a very preventive person while I worked since my mother wanted to make sure I did not get injured by our master Johnathan. At the age of 13, I started to increase my ability of plowing and carrying cotton. I carried heavier objects so my dad would not have to push himself at such an old age of working as a slave. At the age of 14, my father died because he was whipped by Johnathan and sacrificed himself just to protect me, a young child, his young child. After 2 years, my mother died because our master shot her with his gun which was actually meant for an old disrespectful man. I still remember that old man, the hatred I still have in my mind, because of that man my mother is gone. However, my luck had finally changed since Johnathan sold me to another master named Luke Hemington; Johnathan sold me since Johnathan thought I was useless since I was devastated.
At the age of 19, I met a friend, who later on became my best friend Walker Green, or where as I called him Green. Green was a muscular slave mashed up with an intelligent/persuasive personality. Both he and I started a riot to boycott the law of slavery and it did not turn out so great. All us slaves were frightened by what happen, especially Green and I, I was shot at in the left shoulder while Green was whipped on the leg. That night we met Abec Thompson, a helpful fellow from Jamestown who wanted to help us slaves escape. Although, Luke saw us escaping, grabbed both Green and I, dragged us back to the plantation. Our friend Abec was shot in the leg by Luke whose gunshot injured Abec, I felt useless, not able to help my friend out. Back at the plantation, I thought about the terror that occurred how my goal increased to a goal that I would try to accomplish before I died.
These two women appeared by named Samantha Johnson and Rosalinda Baker. They both were informed by Abec we needed help so they agreed to give us food for as long as we needed it. For this both Green and I were very thankful. Throughout the years I survived with my buddy Green and kept trying to end slavery. My life was still the same, being punished by being whipped or shot at just made my life hard, with the company of Green I still felt happy about life, like nothing could bring me down from this happiness. In 1663, Green escaped with slaves to start a new chapter in their life while other slaves and I stopped to prevent Luke trying to stop the slaves from running away. We all were whipped but it was worth it since other slaves had escaped this cruel life. Although, my right arm suffered an acute pain from the punishment we faced but it was not a serious injury, Luke talked about how we slaves would pay for what we did but back then I did not listen. I never did fracture my right arm but my left shoulder was still less functional.
Just in a nanosecond, the most terrible thing happened, first my father’s death, then my mother’s, and then my best friend, a brother to me, died from a gunshot from a cruel man, Luke in the year 1773. I was told this by the murder himself Luke and that had driven me to my highest point, I must end slavery. Green’s town was destroyed; he and other slaves were killed, while I never saw him for 10 years. I am now 50 years old, with a tragic life, but for my friend and family, I will carry on the goal, long live freedom and let all of slavery die.
Ali Saqib
6th-RM 305
PBL
Hello, my name is Martin Clinton, or you could call me Marty, I was born on April 15, 1627 in a hut on a plantation in Virginia. My guardian’s names were Katherine Joseph, who was my mother, and my father whose name was James Clinton. My parents were both slaves who worked all day in any type of weather no matter what; it could be extremely hot or frigid cold, our master Johnathan Krill, an Irish man did not care. My family and I were mistreated by people, we had a deficient of food, and we were treated as wild animals being whipped anytime the master pleased to do so. As a child I did not understand what being a slave meant, but throughout the years of my life I began to pursue a goal about ending the law slavery. I was unhappy about the fact that we colored people, slaves, were enforced to do all this labor while everybody else relaxed. Anyway, I was homeschooled by my mother and as a slave I was the most intelligent child out of the other children on the plantation.
Starting at the age of five, I started to work on the plantation with my parents and my mother was a very preventive person while I worked since my mother wanted to make sure I did not get injured by our master Johnathan. At the age of 13, I started to increase my ability of plowing and carrying cotton. I carried heavier objects so my dad would not have to push himself at such an old age of working as a slave. At the age of 14, my father died because he was whipped by Johnathan and sacrificed himself just to protect me, a young child, his young child. After 2 years, my mother died because our master shot her with his gun which was actually meant for an old disrespectful man. I still remember that old man, the hatred I still have in my mind, because of that man my mother is gone. However, my luck had finally changed since Johnathan sold me to another master named Luke Hemington; Johnathan sold me since Johnathan thought I was useless since I was devastated.
At the age of 19, I met a friend, who later on became my best friend Walker Green, or where as I called him Green. Green was a muscular slave mashed up with an intelligent/persuasive personality. Both he and I started a riot to boycott the law of slavery and it did not turn out so great. All us slaves were frightened by what happen, especially Green and I, I was shot at in the left shoulder while Green was whipped on the leg. That night we met Abec Thompson, a helpful fellow from Jamestown who wanted to help us slaves escape. Although, Luke saw us escaping, grabbed both Green and I, dragged us back to the plantation. Our friend Abec was shot in the leg by Luke whose gunshot injured Abec, I felt useless, not able to help my friend out. Back at the plantation, I thought about the terror that occurred how my goal increased to a goal that I would try to accomplish before I died.
These two women appeared by named Samantha Johnson and Rosalinda Baker. They both were informed by Abec we needed help so they agreed to give us food for as long as we needed it. For this both Green and I were very thankful. Throughout the years I survived with my buddy Green and kept trying to end slavery. My life was still the same, being punished by being whipped or shot at just made my life hard, with the company of Green I still felt happy about life, like nothing could bring me down from this happiness. In 1663, Green escaped with slaves to start a new chapter in their life while other slaves and I stopped to prevent Luke trying to stop the slaves from running away. We all were whipped but it was worth it since other slaves had escaped this cruel life. Although, my right arm suffered an acute pain from the punishment we faced but it was not a serious injury, Luke talked about how we slaves would pay for what we did but back then I did not listen. I never did fracture my right arm but my left shoulder was still less functional.
Just in a nanosecond, the most terrible thing happened, first my father’s death, then my mother’s, and then my best friend, a brother to me, died from a gunshot from a cruel man, Luke in the year 1773. I was told this by the murder himself Luke and that had driven me to my highest point, I must end slavery. Green’s town was destroyed; he and other slaves were killed, while I never saw him for 10 years. I am now 50 years old, with a tragic life, but for my friend and family, I will carry on the goal, long live freedom and let all of slavery die.
Ali Saqib
6th-RM 305
PBL