A Slave Tale
I was born in 1834 on a large plantation, that contained over a thousand acres, and over one hundred enslaved souls, located thirty some old miles south east of Atlanta, Georgia. I was descended from imported Africans, and probably from some of the darkest of the native race. Darker than most of my fellow slaves on this plantation. My master is a well-known man, who has deep roots in the state of Georgia. It is rumored that he has property in other states, and he is involved with workings of the government as well. Some of my earliest memories of childhood were of being an unkempt child. I remember my ma trying her might to comb out my hair with everything imaginable to attempt to present an array of neatness. I think that it was a loss cause, because soon after her attempts, I would be back out into the barn playing in the same stuff. I would find myself back into the same demise of her scolding me while she used her instrument of torture on my head. I only had a meager set of clothes. The only attire that I had were a pair of woolen britches that have been covered with patch upon patch. The only way that I knew it was made of wool was the roughness of the material that it rub
The slaves were not to feel at all in front of the master, we are made to be of livestock to him. Beatings and the Slave AuctionsI had heard rumors that the plantation next to our masters' had two of his slaves run away. As far as I can remember, I was working. We would be in the fields way into the night tending to our masters' precious crop. People from all over would come and hear the preaching. It was whispered that Minnie took revenge on Sadie by placing a conjure on her. We had only a short time to harvest the crops. If it had debris in it, the price would come down. The water that I carried was not only for my family, but also for several families. That was over shadowed by the underlying terror of knowing what someone would not be seeing their families again. It had a ten inch round handle on it. That was an on-going job until the day came to start picking the cotton. There was this girl, her name was Sadie. My hopes and dreamsAs I found myself getting older, my spirit was still strong. Conjured meant that she had been poisoned.
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Methodist Church,
Slave Auctions,
Sadie Minnie,
Voodoo Witches,
Zeck Zeck,
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Mack Mack,
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white folks,
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