Fiction slave stories

True stories told by fugitive or freed slaves allow modern readers to experience the history of slavery in an immediate and personal way. Nothing can make a reader identify with an author like an autobiography or biography; reading real peoples' experiences in their own words can shape our sense of humility, empathy, and compassion.

Fiction slave stories

There is no doubt in my mind: Elwood Harvey We attended a sale of land and other property, near Petersburg, Virginia, and unexpectedly saw slaves sold at public auction. The slaves were told they would not be sold, and were collected in front of the quarters, gazing on the assembled multitude.

The land being sold, the auctioneer's loud voice was heard, 'Bring up the niggers! When the horrible truth was revealed to their minds that they were to be sold, and nearest relations and friends parted for ever, the effect was indescribably agonizing.

Women snatched up their babes, and ran screaming into the huts. Children hid behind the huts and trees, and the men stood in mute despair.

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The auctioneer stood on the portico of the house, and the 'men and boys' were ranging in the yard for inspection. A few old men were sold at prices from thirteen to twenty-five dollars, and it was painful to see old men, bowed with years of toil and suffering, stand up to be the jest of brutal tyrants, and to hear them tell their disease and worthlessness, fearing that they would be bought by traders for the Southern market.

A white boy, about fifteen years old, was placed on the stand. His hair was brown and straight, his skin exactly the same hue as other white persons, and no discernible trace of negro features in his countenance.

Some vulgar jests were passed on his colour, and two hundred dollars were bid for him; but the audience said 'that it was not enough to begin on for such a likely young nigger'.

Several remarked that they 'would not have him as a gift'. Some said a white nigger was more trouble than he was worth. One man said it was wrong to sell white people.

Fiction slave stories

I asked him if it was more wrong than to sell black people. He made no reply.

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The sale was not for a moment interrupted, and none of the crowd appeared to be in the least affected by the scene. The poor boy, afraid to cry before so many strangers, who showed no signs of sympathy or pity, trembled, and wiped the tears from his checks with his sleeves.

He was sold for about two hundred and fifty dollars. During the sale, the quarters resounded with cries and lamentations that made my heart ache. A woman was next called by name.

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She gave her infant one wild embrace before leaving it with an old woman, and hastened mechanically to obey the call; but stopped, threw her arms aloft, screamed, and was unable to move.

One of my companions touched my shoulder and said, 'Come, let us leave here; I can bear no more. The man who drove our carriage from Petersburg had two sons who belonged to the estate - small boys.

He obtained a promise that they should not be sold.Nov 03,  · Various pictures of slaves from the s, as well as photographs of Mark Twain and black Union soldiers, set to the audio of "Ashokan Farewell" as performed.

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Read the story of Sarah Ashley's life of slavery. Ashley used to pick cotton as a slave in Mississippi. Life In Slavery.


Sarah Ashley, 93, was born in Mississippi. I used to have to pick cotton and sometimes I pick pound and tote it a mile to the cotton house.

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