Dear Cousin - Original Writing Essay

Many kids have not been to jail or experienced the loss of a close sibling or parent, and we do not understand the difficulty of being a slave. We can not even imagine that these terrible phenomena can occur. The book Chains by Laurie Halse Anderson depicts two young, black slaves that have survived through the uprising of the Revolutionary War, the immoralities of slavery, and the tragic loss of family members.Throughout the book, Curzon and Isabel suffer through multiple events that have made them chained both figuratively and physically, but the couple of juvenile slaves grow more determined to receive freedom after they go through their hardships.

Slavery has always been the most shocking phenomena of our world. Slavery, by itself seems very unnatural and provokes mixed feelings from the heart of each person. Some faced “slavery” even in the contemporary times. And some people just simply do not understand the possibility of one human being considering another human being its Slave. Slavery is the practice or system of owning Slaves. Nevertheless, there is still much to say about it and a lot of things to recall.Some of the big central ideas that I have found so far in my research are some of the ways Slaves were tortured, why was this portrayed, and what really led to this. Important insights that I have derived from my research topic include Slaves who helped other Slaves become free

If someone were to ever tell my younger self that I would one day be one of five siblings, I would have never believed them. Unquestionably, my siblings are an enormous part of who I am; aspiring me to become an intelligent and an affectionate human being. Life doesn't always hurl obstacles in your way, but when it does, it can turn out to be completely disparate and even fascinating from the original thought. At the ripe old age of eleven years old, I was expected to step up to the plate and take care of my new adopted siblings, David and Alysa. Countless responsibilities, circumstances, and a world of authority and gratitude have shaped me along the way due to that one event. Indeed, I am grateful that my parents went through with the adoption because even though I had an impact on my adopted siblings, they have propelled me to become an exceptional brother, son, friend, and student.

I was a prisoner in his house because I wasn’t allowed to leave the house. The chains on my hand represents me being a prisoner in the house. After dark every night I would be all by myself scared. I was 15 years old at the time and Jamaica wasn’t a place that a 15 years old shouldn 't be all by their self at night. The place was always quiet and the yard was dark. I would turn on the TV 's, the light, and the radio. I was always afraid. I wasn’t allowed to watch television, so there was not much to do.. The only thing I could do was study nor sleep. In the cave I was trapped and could not leave.

At three am in the morning men came into our house. They told us, we had to do as they said. My father and oldest brother refused to abide by these rules and tried to stop these men. Thus, my father and eldest brother were shot and killed. My mother, sister, and I were made to get in the back of a truck while, my other brother was loaded into another. These men had power and control over us and there was nothing we could do to change that without being killed. I would never see my father, or two brothers again after that night. Thus, my mother, sister, and I were sent to a concentration

I never seen my dad or my mom. Somebody told me my mom died to protect me. The master killed her. My dad was sold. I want a family like masters. But master says I is property. I have no freedom. I can’t leave. I can’t see my friends. I am in the fields and they are in the big house. I snuck into the big house once to see them. Master found me. He tied me up and beat me within an inch of my life. He made me go back to work all day and night. I picked cotton until I passed out. When I woke up I was in a wagon and I didn’t know where I was going. I was in heavy shackles. It was hot. I didn’t know what was happening. Now I have a new master. I am at a new big house. I don’t go inside there either. I pick cotton all day. I want to leave and be a free man so that I can do what I want when I

Starting from a slave’s birth, this cruel process leads to a continuous cycle of abuse, neglect, and inhumane treatment. To some extent, slave holders succeed because they keep most slaves so concerned with survival that they have no time or energy to consider freedom. This is particularly true for plantation slaves where the conditions of slave life are the most difficult and challenging. However, slave holders fail to realize the damage they inadvertently inflict on themselves by upholding slavery and enforcing these austere laws and attitudes.

After reading Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave, it is clear to see the true horrors behind the entirety of slavery. It is one thing to learn about it from a textbook or to sit through a lecture, but it is a completely different experience to get an account of how grossly inhumane, frightening, and appalling slavery really was from someone who experienced the terrors first-hand. Reading this narrative provided extremely descriptive details of how slaves truly were treated. Douglass recounted the time where he had often:

My idea of slavery is, that it is one of the blackest, the wickedest things everywhere in the world. When you tell them the truth, they whip you to make you lie. I have taken more lashes for this, than for any other thing, because I would not lie.One day I set the table, and forgot to put on the carving-fork - the knife was there. I went to the table to put it on a plate. My master said, - "Where is the fork?" I told him "I forgot it." He says, - "You d - d black b - , I'll forget you!" - at the same time hitting me on the head with the carving knife. The blood spurted out - you can see. (Here the woman removed her turban and showed a circular cicatrices denuded of hair, about an inch in diameter, on the top of her head.) My mistress took me into the kitchen and put on camphor, but she could not stop the bleeding. A doctor was sent for. He came but asked no questions. I was frequently punished with raw hides - was hit with tongs and poker and anything. I used when I went out, to look up at the sky, and say, "Blessed Lord, oh, do take me out of this!" It seemed to me I could not bear another lick. I can't forget it. I sometimes dream that I am pursued, and when I wake, I am scared almost to death.{Benjamin Drew was a Boston abolitionist who

The documented growth of kinship care has with boldness thrust this subject into the forefront of children in the Child Welfare System. This paper compares the duration, safety, and stability outcomes for a matched cluster of kids placed in kinship care and foster care. Kids in kinship care had considerably fewer placements than did kids in foster care. Children placed in kinship homes statistically show less of a probably to still be in care, have a second allegation of institutional abuse or neglect, be attached the juvenile justice system, and come through jointure. A larger commitment is still needed by child welfare professionals, policy makers, and researchers to create kinship care as a viable out-of-home placement choice for children and families.

My mother was from Guinea; she was enslaved and later than taken to Cuba. My mother was then sold to the Budford family in the southern region of the United States. I was born in 1830 in South Carolina and I was first made a slave by the age of 13 in 1843. I was sold to my first master by the name of Edwin Epps in Louisiana. Solomon and I became friends after he arrived on the Epps Plantation. I was named the queen of the fields because of my ability to pick large amounts of cotton. During the years Epps’s wife Mary became very jealous when Epps’s started to rape me. It started when I was 16. Mary demanded that Epps’s sold me because of these events, but he refused to sell me so Mary started to abuse me too.

It was 1719 when they captured me, Nella Barns, a 12-year-old girl. My story began on a normal day when out of nowhere random men violently tackled me down to the floor and covered me with a big, brown, itchy net. In addition to getting covered I’m was immediately thrown onto the floor and slashed out of the net.From there I was pushed into a line where men started chaining my feet and wrists. Tears instantly ran down my face as my soul faded away, help me, just someone help me.

I am Olaudah Equiano, or Gustavus Vassa. When I was eleven, I was kidnapped from my home in Eboe, which is located in Africa, along with my sister. Soon after being kidnapped I was separated from my sister. In the early parts of my slavery I was in Africa. I was moved about Africa I was brought to a house in which my sister was in. I did not see her for long for I was sold again. After I was sold I was never to see her again.

The Elder Sister is a painting by a well-known French artist William-Adolphe Bouguereau. This work of art was completed by William in 1869. As a result of research made on this painting, it was found that the painting was anonymously given to the Museum of Fine Arts Houston as a gift in 1992. According to the museum, this was a gift of an anonymous lady in memory of her father. Since then this amazing work of art has been a part of the permanent collection of the Museum of Fine arts, Houston; becoming one of the most notable highlights in the museums painting collection. Its dimensions are 51¼ × 38¼ in (130.2 × 97.2 cm) and the frame is 67½ × 55 × 5½ in (171.5 × 139.7 × 14 cm).

I have 3 siblings; two brothers and one sister. My sister “Isha-27”, Little brother “Ishmael-10”, and my older brother “I.B-18”, we all grew up and spent the most of our lives with each other. I think I’ve always known that I was a little different from my brothers and my sister, but it's okay because we are all different in many ways. Now my story on how it's like living with 3 siblings with personalities are all different and how we all like certain things but we all manage to live together in harmony , my older brother is more into sports and my little brother is more into video games; my sister is more into reading a writing and more i'm more into math and science. At times it gets extremely annoying living with them