The African Slave trade was possibly one of the worst culture clashes in American history. Taking place in the 1700's, here we have Americans finding Africans, kidnapping them, selling them, and forcing them to work. During this time, Americans treated Africans like scum, having little value or ability. Here is a story of an African boy and his experience of being taken from his homeland.
14 years old, the last time I saw her. It was always just me and her, Dad was long gone but she never talked about it, and I never asked about it. They came in the night, those pale men with ships, powerful weapons, a language that I'd never heard before. Foreign was the word for these men. They took me along with half of our village, beating us until we were all packed tight on the ship. Mom fought for me, she knew what was going on,they left her "useless" i heard them say. It was almost impossible to know what was happening, these people coming to our village to kill and steal, this village where everyone's taught to love. Who were these people? All I knew was that there were more of them, and I had a feeling they'd all be lined up wherever I was being taken.
After what had seemed forever on the ship, finally getting out was a relief, all though I was absolutely right. There they all were, the small pale creatures. Examining us one by one, and auctioning us off. The selling of a human being? What was this place? Was this how everyone here came to be? Were they to make me pale as well? 40 pounds, that was the value of my freedom.
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