Para 2- How can we ignore all the horrors committed on these humans? Yes, because they are humans, not to be bought and auctioned and whipped like cattle at a market. So much misery condensed in so little room, it is hard for us to conceive what these men and women went through. Freedom was a privilege to some, but to the slaves, it was inexistent. Generation after generation of blacks were forced into servitude, children, women and men. They were regarded, not as humans, but as things. These people, auctioneers, overseers, traders, tribe leaders, all these men are despicable. They have not only sold their people, their fellow humans, but also themselves. I could never understand how someone could stand back, watch someone’s blood pool the ground, and, I ask again, what for?
Para 3- Why do we stand back and let this evil pass by? I wonder how one act of malevolence can lower whole countries to levels beyond our knowing. Someone called us friends to humanity. How can someone who sells humans be a friend to humanity? Inexpressible tortures and punishments are inflicted on these humans. Friends to humanity? How can you condemn a whole race and call yourself a friend of humanity? I still fail to understand why. Why did we burn their minds with terror and fear? How can we just stand and watch, laughing behind our hands at their ill-fated futures, filled with despair?
Para 4- All these questions, and just one answer. How can we let this happen? We can stop it all by abolishing slavery. How can we ignore all the horrors committed on these humans? We can stop them by abolishing slavery. Why do we just stand back and let this evil pass by? We can step into their paths and help them home by abolishing slavery. It’s the only way to climb from our knees, to pull out of this hole we have dug ourselves into. We should not have the power to control futures and cast a shadow over the lives of so many. We should steal the keys and unlock their freedom and their minds from the cages of man’s will.
By Naomi Sutcliffe
9x1
Miss Smith.
