Black America

I wish to tell you and the world how miserable a slave's life was in the southern states.

So how was life back then when you could wake up everyday knowing that you might get beaten up and tortured?

Well most of us slaves got used to it, I specifically remember one day, at the plantation when the overseer whipped me numerous times.

I am sorry to hear that, would you mind telling us the whole story, so the world might understand how miserable us white men treated you slaves?

Yes, I could tell you the full story I suppose.

Go ahead young lady. I was hiding in the bushes one day, I saw the overseer coming by. I was sadly in his line of sight, and I was asked aggressively “What are you doing here? WHY ARE YOU NOT WORKING? I replied to him, sir my old man accidently locked the door with me inside. He did sadly not believe my honest story and decided to whip me countless times, it did hurt very much. He then asked me again if I could tell him the truth and I told him again that my father accidently locked the door on me, he decided I was lying once again and whipped me even more, I felt like my flesh was torn apart. He asked me how I managed to get out anyways if i was locked in, I replied i pushed a plank off sir and crawled out of the hole. A bit after the overseer saw some keys in my belt, he then asked me if i was locked in with the keys why i did not use them to get out. I replied sir those are the keys for somewhere else, my old man carries the keys for the house door. A young gentleman arrived on his beautiful horse and asked the overseer what I had done wrong to be flogged like this, the overseer told him that i was trying