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Personal Narrative-A Day At Epps Plantation

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It’s been a long day, so hopefully writing some things down will help to clear my mind. This morning we arrived at Epps plantation, I hoped it would be an improvement in comparison to the cruelty of Tibeats. However he proved to be even more inhumane, he provided us all with sack for the cotton picking season and told us about his principles of behaviour. If we don’t obey him, we will be beaten with many stripes. This thought of starting every day with fear makes me wonder what will happen with my dignity for all humanity. We had to start right away with picking the cotton, and that was not even the hardest part because we were wearing the strap that was fastened to the sack around our neck, which made it difficult to breathe. Some of the other workers seem to be natural cotton pickers, because they were able to pick with great rapidity. It was necessary to pick the cotton carefully, in order not to break the branches off the stalks. The punishment for breaking branches was 25 whip leashes at least, so we did not dare to stop working properly. The sounds of whipping were heard from sundown until the lights out. I fear to be caught lagging through the day, I fear to lie down, I fear …show more content…

Epps was holding his whip in his hand, in case someone dared to rest a moment. I imagined it was not safe to contradict him with the truth, so I was silent. He is so barbarous, that he is willing to see us all suffering in order for him to profit from us. My violin is the last tangible connection to my passion for music and life before my enslavement. During the forced performance for Epps, my violin started reminding me of my life which I may never return to. I can compare my sufferings to nothing else than the burning pain of hell. I belief that we will have justice, it may be sooner or it may be later, we have to stay determined to

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