1. Who are you? (Name, Age)
2. Where are you? (Location in USA)
3. What is the date?(a specific date as well as one contemporary event from the periods to give your narrative historical context)
4. In your experience, does our democratic government establish equality among Americans? (Explain your answer)
5.What are the challenges to equality that you or those around you experience? How are those challenges overcome?
Mike period 2 Sunday school Plantation Maryland Fredrick Douglass 16y 1849
I was born on 1833 in Maryland. My mothers name was Harriet Bailey and I did not know her very well. When I was a baby she was sold to a different plantation. But sometimes she came to see me. The last time I saw here was when I was seven. 2 years later I found out that my mom was dead. When I was ten I was a rich wealthy white boys slave. The boys name was Thomas Auld he lived in Baltimore. Thomas’s mom Sopha gave us reading lessons every afternoon. Soon I became great in reading and spelling. Things were going great until Sopha told her husband about it. He got mad because if a slave learns how to read and reads the bible then he won’t be a slave anymore. Once I left the house I saw white boys on the street I so I traded them bread for reading lessons so he can improve his writing. Later I went back to the plantation and taught other slave how to read and write during Sunday school. The word got around quickly then the next Sunday school the door opened and a mob rushed in. They filled me with bullet holes. I was then brought to a farm owned by a man named Edward Covey. Edward Covey made me a slave and every time someone stopped working he beat them up. A week later I was whipped so many time that I had welts on my back the size of my finger. Two weeks later I passed out working in the fields under the hot sun and then Covey woke me up by kicking me and hitting me with a hickory stick. Later Covey and I got into a fight and it lasted for two hours at the end of the fight Covey walked away with blood. Six months later I escaped to Massachusetts and gave slavery speeches. Later I helped blacks get their rights.
Brad March 24, 2010 Period 2/ S.S Frederick Douglass
Hello, my name is Frederick Douglass and I was born in 1817 in Holme Hill Farm, Talbot County, Maryland. I spent my first six years happily, living with my enslaved grandmother Betsey Bailey, and her husband Isaac, a free black, and a slew of cousins. I knew a little about my enslaved mother, Harriet, and nothing at all about my father, except that he was a white man. I was a tall slave and I taught myself how to read. Edward Covey’s, was my landowner he brutality whipped me, either with sticks or cow skins, every week, and given me little to eat. My owner had leased me out to Covey the year before, to work his fields and perform other hard labor. 1838 New York City At age twenty I impersonated a sailor and escaped from a Baltimore slaveholder who owned me. I fled to New York and fell in love with a girl named Anna Murray and married her in 1838. I was a runaway and now I lead a life of a free man. My nation doesn’t give me any rights as black man—Whether free or slave I still don’t have any rights. I didn’t get to vote, own land, or have an education, but I can teach myself how to read and write and run away from slavery and be heard…I am known for my powerful speeches for antislavery and woman’s rights. “I do not go back to America to sit still, remain quiet, and enjoy ease and comfort. . . . I glory in the conflict that I may hereafter exult in the victory. I know that victory is certain. I go, turning my back upon the ease, comfort, and respectability which I might maintain even here. . . Still, I will go back, for the sake of my brethren. I go to suffer with them; to toil with them; to endure insult with them; to undergo outrage with them; to lift up my voice in their behalf; to speak and write in their vindication; and struggle in their ranks for the emancipation which shall yet be achieved”. I called it, FAREWELL TO THE BRITISH PEOPLE, March 30, 1847. I believe that blacks have rights and I will fight for us to be able to live free. We are human beings and God made us to be able to live free in the world without having to do brutal jobs. They make us have to do work for the white people and have no reward. They wouldn’t give us rights do anything that the white people have. I will try to make everyone and speech to the public and use my gift that God gave me. 1. http://www.fofweb.com/NuHistory/default.asp?ItemID=WE01&NewItemID=True- fofweb.com 2. African Americans during the Civil War/ Written by Philip Schwartz/ Copyright 2006 Chelsea House Publishers in New York 3. http://www.frederickdouglass.org/speeches/ 4. http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/0history/hwny-douglass-family.html Frederick Douglass timeline .
I am John Henry; I was born in Alabama in 1840s. The myth has it that I am the strongest man alive. That’s something to be proud of. I stand 6 feet tall and 200 pounds which is massive for my day. I am 30 years old. I had to leave a beautiful wife and young baby at home since the railroad company bought me. Everyday I work hours and hours on the railroad track and it doesn’t pay off. Its day 397 and I am missing my family at home more than ever. To pass time, I usually play the banjo for me and the boys down at the camp. Good times there until the slave keeper ruins all the fun. My appetite is very large; it’s hard to get enough food around here because of all of us have to eat to work for along time. As of now I am living as a slave in West Virginia. It’s about 90 degrees in the summer and I am still trying to find a good way to cool off. We get water breaks every now and then but we only get a hold of about a cups worth of it. It is 1870 and I am about to make a bet with the officers down at the Chesapeake and Ohio railway that I can hammer through that mountain faster than their little machine. It’s going to take place at Talcott. The tunnel I am going to build on June 8th will be called the Big Bend. Steel drivers, also known as hammer men, would spend their workdays driving holes into rock by hitting thick steel drills or spikes. However I take hours, sometimes minutes if I try really hard. Although I am a human being i do not have any of the rights white people have. I am often mistreated and abused by the officers by getting whipped because I finish my job to fast. I don’t even consider myself an American because I don’t get treated like one and I don’t get talked to like one either. There is now equality here. It is just whites are good blacks are bad. Inside we are still all the same. I see everyday tons of slaves get brutally whipped and battened. There is no respect or equality here. I do not believe there will ever be. At least while I am still alive. This hostile environment towards us slaves is to a point no white man can imagine.
Watts, Linda S. "John Henry folklore." Encyclopedia of American Folklore. New York: Facts On File, Inc., 2006. African-American History Online. Facts On File, Inc. http://www.fofweb.com/activelink2.asp? ItemID=WE01&iPin=EAFolk334&SingleRecord=True (accessed March 25, 2010). Schneider, Dorothy, and Carl J. Schneider. "Americans in the Slave Trade: 1526–1865." Slavery in America, American Experience, Revised Edition. New York: Facts On File, Inc., 2007. African-American History Online. Facts On File, Inc. http://www.fofweb.com/activelink2.asp? ItemID=WE01&iPin=AESch03&SingleRecord=True (accessed March 25, 2010).
Hemple, Carlene. "John Henry The Story." John Henry the Steel Driving Man. U of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, Dec. 1998. Web. 25 Mar. 2010. .
Nelson, S. R. "John Henry." answers.com. Louis Chappelle, 2006. Web. 25 Mar. 2010. .
Schlosser, S. E. "John Henry." American Folklore. N.p., 24 Dec. 2008. Web. 25 Mar. 2010. .
It was January 12th, 1849. I, William Craft, had just gone back from escaping from slavery to freedom. Back in my old life, I still reminisce how I had been treated in the south. Every day I would wake up and be put to work no matter how hard it was. No matter how hard I tried, I was constantly forced to work harder, while having no help from others. It sounds impossible to say that my wife is white, while I am black. Blacks are with blacks, whites are with whites. It’s just the way it goes. As of right now, I am in Pennsylvania with my wife, Ellen, reading a newspaper published recently. It is titled “Singular escape.” In the past year, my wonderful wife ellen helped me escape from my troublesome times back into freedom. Reading this article it makes me feel so joyful and happy to see how Ellen was honored: While reading this article I noticed that it talks about my escape with Ellen and how much of a heroine she was. Everyone was surprised that she could pull something off like this, no one has ever even attempted this act. During our escape, I was praying to god that someone would notice how brave she is and the circumstances I was under before the escape. Ellen is such a helpful person, and I hope that the people that were in control of me earlier read this article. When I married Ellen, she knew that I was a slave right away, and probably was thinking right away about getting me out of the South. Now everything has payed off, I will keep this article forever, and am so happy not only that I was driven out of slavery, but that my wife was honored. And still today, I’m trying to think of how much differently my life will be, since we just recently escaped from slavery. It’s probably going to be like any other white person’s typical life, since we are now in the north. In a year or two, Ellen and I have thought of something. We want to have two children, who will be half black, half white. When they are old enough, Ellen and I will tell them the story of our life before they were born. We would like to tell them this so that they can be inspired, and that during times when hey are feeling pain, we can help them out after experience. Since my dream has come through, I truly believe that Ellen and I will both die very old, knowing how wonderful our life was. Well, after the paper was published, at least!
March 25, 1859 London, England My name is Ellen Craft and I was born in 1826 in Clinton, Georgia. I am the daughter of my slave mother Maria Smith and, my owner, Major James Smith. I spent my first days of slavery serving as a playmate for James Smith’s daughter Eliza and grew to be given as a wedding gift to Eliza and her husband, Dr. Robert Collins at age eleven. They treated me just as a material object rather than an actual person, I was something to be traded and given at will. I was moved to Macon with my new owners at this young age and met the love of my life there at a different plantation, William Craft. I was so upset though, to hear we did not have the ability to live together considering we have different owners. We should have the same rights as the white man and not be separated because we are owned. My husband and I have decided to run away together, to the north so we can finally be together. Due to my lightly colored skin I am posing as a white slave owner and he will be my valet. We took the first train to Savannah, Georgia, boated all the way to Charleston, North Carolina, and another train to Maryland. We finally made contact with abolitionists and stayed with a Quaker family in the slave-free city of Philadelphia. Although we had just made it to Philadelphia we were anxious to move to Boston, the center of the abolitionist movement. After a few days stay, we made the journey to Boston and made contact with more abolitionists. At last, we have a chance to settle down, I got a job as a seamstress and we had somewhere to live together. The north is not as safe as we thought any more, the Fugitive Slave Act was passed today, allowing all owners with escaped slaves to recapture them, wherever they may be. I find that this violates “securing the Blessings of Liberty” because my liberties have been forcibly taken from me. My husband and I weren’t taking any chances; we immediately fled to England and lived there for nineteen years before considering going back to the states. -Ellen Craft Works Cited Africana online. N.p., n.d. Web. 25 Mar. 2010. . eNotes. N.p., n.d. Web. 23 Mar. 2010. . FOF web. N.p., n.d. Web. 24 Mar. 2010. . Georgia Encyclopedia. N.p., n.d. Web. 24 Mar. 2010. .
My name is Harriet Tubman, I was born in 1820. When I was 7, my mistress whipped me for stealing a lump of sugar. When I was 13 I attempted to stop another slave from being whipped. The master got so angry he threw a two pound weight at the slaves head. He missed and hit my head. I have had blackouts ever since then. I have suffered and have seen my family, friends, and just people suffer. I knew I had to do something to help them. In 1849 I went to Philadelphia and found work there. The following year I took a trip through the Underground Railroad and rescued my sister and her two children and was successful. Over a 10 year span, I made 19 trips to free slaves and never got caught. Over the years I discovered techniques to make my trips more successful. I would use a special drug on a baby to make it stop crying. I would also use the mater’s horse and buggy for a quick and quiet trip. All the tricks helped my trips greatly. My journeys made me feel very important. I know how much I helped people because when I escaped I felt incredible. The people I rescued, being friends, family, even strangers had families who I knew appreciated what I did just as much as the ones I rescued. I freed more than 300 people in 19 trips. This movement relates to amendment 13- abolition of slavery, and amendment 14, rights of citizens.
Cited sources
Harriettubman.com
Pbs.org/wgbh/aia/part4/4p1535.html
Nyhistory.com/harriettubman/life.htm
Harriettubmanbiography.com
Hoose, Phillip. We Were There, Too! New york, NY: Folkway music publishers, inc., n.d. Print.
Mike period 2
ReplyDeleteSunday school
Plantation Maryland
Fredrick Douglass
16y
1849
I was born on 1833 in Maryland. My mothers name was Harriet Bailey and I did not know her very well. When I was a baby she was sold to a different plantation. But sometimes she came to see me. The last time I saw here was when I was seven. 2 years later I found out that my mom was dead. When I was ten I was a rich wealthy white boys slave. The boys name was Thomas Auld he lived in Baltimore. Thomas’s mom Sopha gave us reading lessons every afternoon. Soon I became great in reading and spelling.
Things were going great until Sopha told her husband about it. He got mad because if a slave learns how to read and reads the bible then he won’t be a slave anymore. Once I left the house I saw white boys on the street I so I traded them bread for reading lessons so he can improve his writing. Later I went back to the plantation and taught other slave how to read and write during Sunday school. The word got around quickly then the next Sunday school the door opened and a mob rushed in. They filled me with bullet holes.
I was then brought to a farm owned by a man named Edward Covey. Edward Covey made me a slave and every time someone stopped working he beat them up. A week later I was whipped so many time that I had welts on my back the size of my finger. Two weeks later I passed out working in the fields under the hot sun and then Covey woke me up by kicking me and hitting me with a hickory stick. Later Covey and I got into a fight and it lasted for two hours at the end of the fight Covey walked away with blood. Six months later I escaped to Massachusetts and gave slavery speeches. Later I helped blacks get their rights.
Brad
ReplyDeleteMarch 24, 2010
Period 2/ S.S
Frederick Douglass
Hello, my name is Frederick Douglass and I was born in 1817 in Holme Hill Farm, Talbot County, Maryland. I spent my first six years happily, living with my enslaved grandmother Betsey Bailey, and her husband Isaac, a free black, and a slew of cousins. I knew a little about my enslaved mother, Harriet, and nothing at all about my father, except that he was a white man. I was a tall slave and I taught myself how to read. Edward Covey’s, was my landowner he brutality whipped me, either with sticks or cow skins, every week, and given me little to eat. My owner had leased me out to Covey the year before, to work his fields and perform other hard labor.
1838 New York City
At age twenty I impersonated a sailor and escaped from a Baltimore slaveholder who owned me. I fled to New York and fell in love with a girl named Anna Murray and married her in 1838. I was a runaway and now I lead a life of a free man.
My nation doesn’t give me any rights as black man—Whether free or slave I still don’t have any rights. I didn’t get to vote, own land, or have an education, but I can teach myself how to read and write and run away from slavery and be heard…I am known
for my powerful speeches for antislavery and woman’s rights. “I do not go back to America to sit still, remain quiet, and enjoy ease and comfort. . . . I glory in the conflict that I may hereafter exult in the victory. I know that victory is certain. I go, turning my back upon the ease, comfort, and respectability which I might maintain even here. . . Still, I will go back, for the sake of my brethren. I go to suffer with them; to toil with them; to endure insult with them; to undergo outrage with them; to lift up my voice in their behalf; to speak and write in their vindication; and struggle in their ranks for the emancipation which shall yet be achieved”. I called it, FAREWELL TO THE BRITISH PEOPLE,
March 30, 1847.
I believe that blacks have rights and I will fight for us to be able to live free. We are human beings and God made us to be able to live free in the world without having to do brutal jobs. They make us have to do work for the white people and have no reward. They wouldn’t give us rights do anything that the white people have. I will try to make everyone and speech to the public and use my gift that God gave me.
1. http://www.fofweb.com/NuHistory/default.asp?ItemID=WE01&NewItemID=True- fofweb.com
2. African Americans during the Civil War/ Written by Philip Schwartz/ Copyright 2006 Chelsea House Publishers in New York
3. http://www.frederickdouglass.org/speeches/
4. http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/0history/hwny-douglass-family.html
Frederick Douglass timeline
.
Brendan
ReplyDeleteMarch 22, 2010
Period 6
June 2, 1870
I am John Henry; I was born in Alabama in 1840s. The myth has it that I am the strongest man alive. That’s something to be proud of. I stand 6 feet tall and 200 pounds which is massive for my day. I am 30 years old. I had to leave a beautiful wife and young baby at home since the railroad company bought me. Everyday I work hours and hours on the railroad track and it doesn’t pay off. Its day 397 and I am missing my family at home more than ever. To pass time, I usually play the banjo for me and the boys down at the camp. Good times there until the slave keeper ruins all the fun. My appetite is very large; it’s hard to get enough food around here because of all of us have to eat to work for along time.
As of now I am living as a slave in West Virginia. It’s about 90 degrees in the summer and I am still trying to find a good way to cool off. We get water breaks every now and then but we only get a hold of about a cups worth of it.
It is 1870 and I am about to make a bet with the officers down at the Chesapeake and Ohio railway that I can hammer through that mountain faster than their little machine. It’s going to take place at Talcott. The tunnel I am going to build on June 8th will be called the Big Bend. Steel drivers, also known as hammer men, would spend their workdays driving holes into rock by hitting thick steel drills or spikes. However I take hours, sometimes minutes if I try really hard. Although I am a human being i do not have any of the rights white people have. I am often mistreated and abused by the officers by getting whipped because I finish my job to fast. I don’t even consider myself an American because I don’t get treated like one and I don’t get talked to like one either. There is now equality here. It is just whites are good blacks are bad. Inside we are still all the same.
I see everyday tons of slaves get brutally whipped and battened. There is no respect or equality here. I do not believe there will ever be. At least while I am still alive. This hostile environment towards us slaves is to a point no white man can imagine.
Watts, Linda S. "John Henry folklore." Encyclopedia of American Folklore. New York: Facts On File, Inc., 2006. African-American History Online. Facts On File, Inc. http://www.fofweb.com/activelink2.asp?
ItemID=WE01&iPin=EAFolk334&SingleRecord=True (accessed March 25, 2010).
Schneider, Dorothy, and Carl J. Schneider. "Americans in the Slave Trade: 1526–1865." Slavery in America, American Experience, Revised Edition. New York: Facts On File, Inc., 2007. African-American History Online. Facts On File, Inc. http://www.fofweb.com/activelink2.asp?
ItemID=WE01&iPin=AESch03&SingleRecord=True (accessed March 25, 2010).
Hemple, Carlene. "John Henry The Story." John Henry the Steel Driving Man. U of
North Carolina at Chapel Hill, Dec. 1998. Web. 25 Mar. 2010.
.
Nelson, S. R. "John Henry." answers.com. Louis Chappelle, 2006. Web. 25 Mar.
2010. .
Schlosser, S. E. "John Henry." American Folklore. N.p., 24 Dec. 2008. Web. 25
Mar. 2010. .
January 12, 1849
ReplyDeleteRobert
Philadelphia
William Craft
It was January 12th, 1849. I, William Craft, had just gone back from escaping from slavery to freedom. Back in my old life, I still reminisce how I had been treated in the south. Every day I would wake up and be put to work no matter how hard it was. No matter how hard I tried, I was constantly forced to work harder, while having no help from others. It sounds impossible to say that my wife is white, while I am black. Blacks are with blacks, whites are with whites. It’s just the way it goes. As of right now, I am in Pennsylvania with my wife, Ellen, reading a newspaper published recently. It is titled “Singular escape.” In the past year, my wonderful wife ellen helped me escape from my troublesome times back into freedom. Reading this article it makes me feel so joyful and happy to see how Ellen was honored:
While reading this article I noticed that it talks about my escape with Ellen and how much of a heroine she was. Everyone was surprised that she could pull something off like this, no one has ever even attempted this act. During our escape, I was praying to god that someone would notice how brave she is and the circumstances I was under before the escape. Ellen is such a helpful person, and I hope that the people that were in control of me earlier read this article. When I married Ellen, she knew that I was a slave right away, and probably was thinking right away about getting me out of the South. Now everything has payed off, I will keep this article forever, and am so happy not only that I was driven out of slavery, but that my wife was honored.
And still today, I’m trying to think of how much differently my life will be, since we just recently escaped from slavery. It’s probably going to be like any other white person’s typical life, since we are now in the north. In a year or two, Ellen and I have thought of something. We want to have two children, who will be half black, half white. When they are old enough, Ellen and I will tell them the story of our life before they were born. We would like to tell them this so that they can be inspired, and that during times when hey are feeling pain, we can help them out after experience. Since my dream has come through, I truly believe that Ellen and I will both die very old, knowing how wonderful our life was. Well, after the paper was published, at least!
www.blackpast.org/?q=aah/craft-william-and-ellen...
ReplyDeletewww.answers.com/topic/ellen-craft
www.imdb.com/name/nm0185714
www.ovguide.com/celebrity/william_james_craft.htm
Robert
March 25, 1859
ReplyDeleteLondon, England
My name is Ellen Craft and I was born in 1826 in Clinton, Georgia. I am the daughter of my slave mother Maria Smith and, my owner, Major James Smith. I spent my first days of slavery serving as a playmate for James Smith’s daughter Eliza and grew to be given as a wedding gift to Eliza and her husband, Dr. Robert Collins at age eleven. They treated me just as a material object rather than an actual person, I was something to be traded and given at will. I was moved to Macon with my new owners at this young age and met the love of my life there at a different plantation, William Craft. I was so upset though, to hear we did not have the ability to live together considering we have different owners. We should have the same rights as the white man and not be separated because we are owned.
My husband and I have decided to run away together, to the north so we can finally be together. Due to my lightly colored skin I am posing as a white slave owner and he will be my valet. We took the first train to Savannah, Georgia, boated all the way to Charleston, North Carolina, and another train to Maryland. We finally made contact with abolitionists and stayed with a Quaker family in the slave-free city of Philadelphia. Although we had just made it to Philadelphia we were anxious to move to Boston, the center of the abolitionist movement.
After a few days stay, we made the journey to Boston and made contact with more abolitionists. At last, we have a chance to settle down, I got a job as a seamstress and we had somewhere to live together. The north is not as safe as we thought any more, the Fugitive Slave Act was passed today, allowing all owners with escaped slaves to recapture them, wherever they may be. I find that this violates “securing the Blessings of Liberty” because my liberties have been forcibly taken from me. My husband and I weren’t taking any chances; we immediately fled to England and lived there for nineteen years before considering going back to the states.
-Ellen Craft
Works Cited
Africana online. N.p., n.d. Web. 25 Mar. 2010. .
eNotes. N.p., n.d. Web. 23 Mar. 2010. .
FOF web. N.p., n.d. Web. 24 Mar. 2010. .
Georgia Encyclopedia. N.p., n.d. Web. 24 Mar. 2010. .
-jack pd 6
Caitlin S
ReplyDeletepd. 6 S.S.
September 21, 1870
Dear Diary,
My name is Harriet Tubman, I was born in 1820. When I was 7, my mistress whipped me for stealing a lump of sugar. When I was 13 I attempted to stop another slave from being whipped. The master got so angry he threw a two pound weight at the slaves head. He missed and hit my head. I have had blackouts ever since then. I have suffered and have seen my family, friends, and just people suffer. I knew I had to do something to help them.
In 1849 I went to Philadelphia and found work there. The following year I took a trip through the Underground Railroad and rescued my sister and her two children and was successful. Over a 10 year span, I made 19 trips to free slaves and never got caught. Over the years I discovered techniques to make my trips more successful. I would use a special drug on a baby to make it stop crying. I would also use the mater’s horse and buggy for a quick and quiet trip. All the tricks helped my trips greatly.
My journeys made me feel very important. I know how much I helped people because when I escaped I felt incredible. The people I rescued, being friends, family, even strangers had families who I knew appreciated what I did just as much as the ones I rescued. I freed more than 300 people in 19 trips. This movement relates to amendment 13- abolition of slavery, and amendment 14, rights of citizens.
Cited sources
Harriettubman.com
Pbs.org/wgbh/aia/part4/4p1535.html
Nyhistory.com/harriettubman/life.htm
Harriettubmanbiography.com
Hoose, Phillip. We Were There, Too! New york, NY: Folkway music publishers, inc., n.d. Print.