FC: The Journal Of ELizabeth Sue
1: Day 1: I have been taken from my home from one of my own kind. I don't know why my own kind would turn against one of his own people. I am only 16, being taken onto a ship to be sold as a slave. I am frightened and scared I don't know if I will live or die and I don't know if Ill ever be with my family again, I miss my mother and my father and my siblings. I wish I knew why these brutal white men keep us as pets and sell us and abuse us. I am going to stay strong and fight through this and as my father once told me “Where there is dark there is always light. Just look up, even at night the moon shines bright, evidence that not is bleak, although some nights it may seem,
2: just remember these events are unforeseen.” I put my faith and soul into god and my ancestors to keep me strong and break through the darkness for I am the moon at night. Day 10: I have been on this ship for ten days it smells of death and despair, it is not sanitary and there is not a lot of room. I am surrounded by my own people but yet I feel so alone. I feel like giving up and not trying. I have noticed so many people come onto the ship, but not many make it, we are being given very little water and food and we have little room to sleep I sleep on a bed with six
3: other children that were taken from my tribe I am the eldest of us, I am not use to my mother not telling me a story at night before bed or my father kissing my head at night before I sleep. As I lay in my bed I look up at the moon and I know I must go on. Day 30: I have been sold to a plantation owner, I will be on land in a few days as I wait for my arrival to my new home I sit here in the cold being weighed down by shackles, I wonder if working on the plantation will be better than living on this ship, I don't want to leave all these people on this ship I have grown so close to not knowing what will happen to them or If I will ever see them again. I told one of the little children that were taken in my tribe that “Even though we are being held down, and beaten and degraded never forget who you are and where you came from you, you have a strong spirit let that be the thing they never take from you.”
5: Day 35: I have made it to the plantation where I will be working for the white man. As I walk on through the plantation I am noticing a repeating cycle, something I have seen once before and felt before, as I look and see the children, men, women working in the fields with the blazing hot sun with no water. These white men are no different from the white men on the ship, maybe all of them are the same, They all think of us as property and pets, they treat us as if we don't have feelings and emotions they treat us like animals. Tomorrow I start my work in the plantation, but for know I am chained up to a wall in a little cabin next to the plantations owners house.
7: Day 36: I have been working in the plantation all day, I made a new friend her name is Jessie she has been here for 5 years she got taken from her home when she was 11. She was telling me how horrible the big white man was and how she was afraid of him, I looked at her and said I am not afraid of no one not especially not a white man. As I finish my job for today I asked one of the white men for some water since I had been working all day in the plantation, he said that I can have water once I have earned water. I told him in a rather loud voice “I have been working” that's all I got to say before the white man had struck me in the face and told me I will do double work tomorrow. I have never been hit like that before never. I will find my way home, I miss home I want to be with the ones who love me I want to let them know I am alright.
8: Day 40: This will be my last page in my journal, for I am planning an escape tonight to find my family, not knowing where the road leads me I walk on knowing that any place is better than here. I have wrote this journal in hopes that one day someone may find it and know my story, though I wish It was not just mine for many Africans were devastated and lost during this time. But I speak for all of us when I wrote this journal when I say I wrote this journal to let all know not to let the past reoccur. If you are reading this thank you for you have only got a small idea of what it was like during the Middle Passage.