How I survived slave life in Georgia.

What is a person stolen away from home, having to work for no money. It’s a slave. Now I’m done with the nightmares of slave life. This is my story of my nightmarish time on a plantation.

I was born as a slave on a Georgia plantation. My owner was one of the meanest men who lives. He owned 50 acres of land. He uses half for the plantation and half for his grazing. I went through a lot over there first there was a fire then there was an incident when this man who was 34 got his hand cut off for teaching people the alphabet. We all know the incident that happened so we all knew there not to get him angry or what we would say now is not to get him so steamed up that he could really hurt one of us. I’ve also seen him take his gun out and almost kill one of the slaves back then. So we didn’t mess with him. That was my life on a plantation.

Our homes where made of straw. After 6pm we stopped working and had to put away the equipment. My job was to watch them, but that changed one day. It was 6:56pm, 5 years ago ,and the wind was strong and the weather was bad. So I decided to tell a few slaves to go for there freedom in the north. After that incident I was in lock down from the outside. I had those evil white men guard my door from dusk to dawn. So there I was thinking if those slaves my family would make it off this retched land that we live on. The question was answered when they arrived on a Sunday after a hard days work. They were then whipped in front of us slaves. I remember that Sunday it was as a whip came down on the poor slaves souls. That was the day that I remember as a horrible day in my and my families life. Even though it was over we still fell the whips on our backs. The ones I got when they were running and the ones at the arrival of them. I still have the scars of that day for the rest of my life.

The evil pain that was stricken on our backs or the chopping of our arm was punishment. I’ve watched and remembered so many poor souls get broken when that Death defying thing came up from the fiery pits of hell. It came up and took those souls down in the fiery pits of hell and has taken away there lives forever. It was sickening. I remember a day when this poor slave got his arm cut off for just leaving a little of his job undone. That slave had a horrible look on his face that after it he went into shock. After that I though I saw an evil monster inside our lord. That’s why I freak out when I see someone pick up there arm as they were going to hit someone. That is my nightmares in slave life that picture with the devil himself go into the body of our lord and whip us like that. “oh god I said oh god”.