History ; Slave entry.
My name is Rosemary Tocali, and I am 22 years old. I havebeen ‘free’ from slavery for 6 years now, and am gettingmy life sorted out. I now have a partner and a beautifulbaby girl. I am going to be telling you about my lifetimeexperience; that will haunt me forever, as a child born intoslavery. To start at the very beginning, when I was first born. Mymother was a slave to quite a wealthy family. There wasmy mother’s mistress and master. As a child I thought of my mother’s mistress as a second mother as she cared forme and taught me, like a teacher. At the age of 10 mymother became very ill with cholera and was sent away byher master. I did not understand at the time what washappening but they told me she was going to be okay andone day I would be with her again.Later that year I realised that my mother was goneforever, and I would not see her; she was dead. When mymother died her mistress decided to keep looking after meas I would be helpful around the house like my motherwas; as I got older. The year was 1801, and I had startedto realise that my new master was not as nice as I thoughthe was.I was growing more and more suspicious as the years wenton. In 1806; on my 15
birthday I was shocked at whatwas about to happen. My mistress had gone out to a socialgathering after wishing me a happy birthday. I was leftalone to read my book; as a birthday treat. It was just meand my master. It was about an hour since my mistressleft and I knew that something was off, with my master. Hekept on looking at me a funny way, smiling ever soslightly; like he was considering an evil plan. Then it happened he asked me to assist him in hisbedroom to look for something; and as he was my masterI had to obay. He locked the door and then it happened; itwas the most horrible thing that would or could; everhappen. He abused me in a way that should have been