Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Fredrick Douglass










Fredrick Douglass was a renowned speaker, here in America. This is what Douglass said about his first encounter as a field hand: "I left Master Thomas's, house and went to live with Mr. Covey, on the first of January, 1833. I was now, for the first time in my life, a field hand. In my new employment, I found myself even more awkward than a country boy appeared to be in a large city. I had been at my new home but one week before Mr. Covey me a very severe whipping, cutting my back, causing the blood to run, and raising ridges on my flesh as large as my little finger" (Douglass 262). I can relate to that contrasting my own personel experience as a field hand for the first time in my life. My mother sent me to the field when i was about five years old. Mr, and Mrs taylor was my field drivers, they told me that this was Johnson grass, and that this was morning glory, and that this was her cotton. So learn the difference between them now, because if i come back here and see you chopping down her fine cotton, that she was going to introduce me to old glory. Well when she left i couldn't seem to distinguish any difference in either one, they all seem to look the same way. I was just a chopping and thinking to my self, I didn't come out here to chopp no darn cotton, but to be the water boy. Then out of no where i felt a sting like a whip or something, it was Mrs. Taylor lashing me with a belt, boy didn't i tell you that i was gonna introduce you to old glory? I scream moma, but moma wasn't no where to be found. Douglass further says,"Mr. Covey sent me, very early in the morning of one of our coldest days in the month of January, to the woods, to get a load of wood "  (Douglass 262). I will finish this blog with my opinion of what it must have been like to be made to do things that you don't really want to do. I didn't won't to chop cotton, and i was whipped for not being able to distinguish the difference between, cotton, Johnson grass ,and morning glory. Wow what a life!























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