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Civil Rights Persuasive Speech

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“My people,” I begin, standing in front our nightly fire, “we are gathered here today because our land- the land of our people has been claimed by white men who seem to believe it is their own. Tomorrow at dawn we will fight for our freedom, our land, and our people!” The 600 men I had brought with me erupted into a chorus of cheers and shouts. “Tecumseh! Tecumseh! Tecumseh!” they cried, their voices echoing into the night. “As I had said many times before,” I raise my right hand to calm the crowd, “one stick breaks easily. But a bundle of sticks is hard to break” (Gregson; 4). “United, we stand a chance against the evils of the white men. Divided, we will surely become slaves.” I turn my attention to where many of the younger men sit. …show more content…

You, yourself, will fall. This question I ask you, is will you get back up? Are you willing to give up your life so our posterity may live freely, in peace?” I raise my voice to a near shout, “The only way stop this evil is for all the red men to unite in claiming a common and equal right to the land, as it was at first, and should be yet” (http://www.indigenouspeople.net/tecumseh.htm). “Great Spirits guide us, shadows fear us, will we unite, and we will fight for peace. . . for we are in a time of war,” I raise my hands to the sky as the flames of the fire rise higher and …show more content…

“Is that so?” Chiksika chuckles, adjusting the bow slung across his shoulder. “Indeed it is-” I stopped abruptly. We could just see the rooftops of the town from where we stood. I was immediately disgusted. How could these people live in such bliss when a war was being fought? It made no sense to me. Myself, Chiksika, and five other of the tribes’ men crept into the camp, sticking to the shadows. This raid would be simple, I would light a torch and burn down the building where they stored their repulsive, manufactured food. It was our hope they would return to wherever they came from, low on supplies. Someone hands me a torch. Who, I do not know. My head is in a fog, I cannot even remember my own name. Focus, I tell myself, you cannot get distracted now. I pull my arm back and throw the blazing stick into the belly of the beast. I watch, enthralled by the beauty of the flames as the sacks of grain become alight. A shout wrenches me back into reality. The white men have woken. I witness the lighting of candles, brightening the windows like a house opening its eyes. When the doors of the slumbering town begin opening and slamming shut, we sprint for the safety of the

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