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1625 - A Slave Girl's Tale - L&L Summative Diary Entries
1625 - A Slave Girl's Tale - L&L Summative Diary Entries
I don’t deserve this. Dear Diary, I’m sorry for the tears that have
stained your lovely pages. I feel nothing but grief and sorrow as of now
or eat with this dread that I could be killed at any second. I have been
beaten, bruised, looked down on, and absolutely ridiculed for the
past-I-I’m not sure. The amount of pain I’ve endured within this day makes
it seem like forever. I’ve been on this ship forever. Will this be forever?
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I hope whoever is reading this will come for me. I don’t want to live
a life where I have to hope to escape or hope to die for freedom. Please,
please God, if you can see this, save me. This world, these people- cruel.
through the dirt. Our village chief was sitting in front of me and 20 other
people who were on the platform and then they started calling names. Tens
upon tens of names and they tied us all together and pulled us in a line.
Threatened us with guns, blindfolded us. They kept yelling and shouting and
die.” I didn’t know what was happening. I heard a gunshot far ahead of me.
when I stepped in a squelching warm puddle. The smell of iron stung my nose
and gave him a satchel of gold. Before I was blindfolded the Chief shrugged
at me. Of course he did. He wasn’t being ripped away from his family and
stuffed in the bottom of a ship like a dog. He was being paid. And he
didn’t care about my brother. Jarim (pronounced Ha-reem). He was only 14. I
don’t know how old he is now. He’s probably dead. I hope he is. I hope he
jumped off the ship like the rest of them and managed to escape. Escape
from this boat, escape from this horror, escape from the cruelty of life.
They put all of the girls into the brig; I don’t know what they did with
the boys that didn’t jump. This one girl-I think her name is Naimi- keeps
taking my portion of the sad excuse for food that they provide me and the
others. I want to cry out or tell someone but they wouldn’t care. We were
slaves. I heard the captain use the term a couple times. I guess I won’t
be blowing out any candles for my birthday this year. Happy birthday to me.
-Raina, 16
N/A N/A
Dear Diary, my bruises have gotten worse. You’d think that they’d at
least make sure that the people who were going to serve them would be
intact. I don’t know how long it’s been. I’ve lost count of the days that
we’ve been stuck on here. All I know is that the chalk has run out and
there are at least 10 marks on the walls. The brig smells of rotting flesh.
Three people have died within this captivity. It’s taking every bit of my
willpower not to cry my soul out and beg for the man to shoot. Pull the
trigger like they clearly wanted to. I have no words to describe this. They
partied last night. Pranced overtop of us like we had no worth. Papa always
told me that I was worth more than the stars and the world to him.
Papa...Please come for me. Come before my tears wilt this page into
nothingness. Please...
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Today, a boy came to serve provisions for us. I don’t know but he
just seemed...different from the other white men aboard the ship. He didn’t
have any weapons, he had a soft, cooling voice, and his smile- God, is this
the angel you sent to save me? I know I shouldn’t be thinking these things.
I was just taken into captivity by these people, how could any of them be
child who was crying in the corner. He walked up to him, crouched down, and
yours?” I was surprised. Wasn’t his father, the captain, talking about
never mingling with us? The little boy mumbled back, “J-Jarim.” My heart
knew I was about to cry. Charlie sighed softly and said, “Don’t cry, you’re
gonna be ok. Wanna hear a secret?” And the little boy nodded. Some of the
older people around him leaned in slightly. Charlie said, “I’m gonna get
you out of here. You, and the rest of your people as well. Ok?” A small
smile creeped across the boy’s face and my heart warmed. Naimi started to
cry. “Thank you.” She pressed. Charlie turned to face her and nodded. “Of
course. But for now, you guys should probably eat.” He walked across the
floor placing small bags in front of each person. I was at the end. When
he walked in front of me, he stopped for a second and gazed into my eyes.
He slowly set down the bag and it had a little piece of paper on it. As he
was walking up the stairs I hesitated but said, “Wait you left your piece
of-!” He stopped and turned his head around slightly. He put a finger up to
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am. I have something to discuss with you. Don’t tell anybody, don’t
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-Raina, 16
N/A N/A
I-I can’t stay long. They’re going to start shooting because of me. I
did it. I met Charlie in the kitchen early this morning. I thought we were
fine but someone on the crew saw us. I’m gonna die. I know it. If anyone
sees this, help! And don’t let anyone else but you see this becauseـﮩ٨
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be a “dear diary” today. But if you must know, Charlie showed up like he
said in the bottom kitchen sometime early in the morning. He was leaning on
the scruffy wall which had peeling paint and an attempt of a wood border on
the bottom. The room reeked of alcohol and fish. I crept towards the
He said, “You’re late. 1:30 am.” I was a bit scared because I was
still in danger and I didn’t really know who this guy was except for the
fact that he was nicer than the others. But more than that, it was
offensive for him to tell me that I was late. It’s not like they gave us
access to clocks or anything. I just started crying and fell to the floor.
pulled me into the room and closed the door so that we wouldn’t get
noticed. To our convenience, there was a bed built into the wall. As
and got an ice pack for my head. I started running a fever and began to
hyperventilate.
jerked suddenly.
“No I’m not. I’m not, I’m not..." I mumbled. He pulled up a chair and
sat by me.
“I’m gonna save you. I promise.” My fever went down thank God and I
sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him. I was still cautious though.
really got to know him. His personality, perspective in the slave trade,
and his family history. He told me that his mother was dead. There was a
creak on the floorboards above us. I squealed abruptly and Charlie looked
bicep. He yanked us up the stairs and threw us into the center of the
deck. He yelled for everyone to wake up. The captain came and stood in
“Charles, what were you doing with this ugly slave girl?” And so I
found out his real name was Charles. He was kneeling and he looked up at
His father slapped him across the cheek. Charlie’s nose began to bleed and
I gasped.
“You watch your tongue you ingrate. Know your place.” His father said
“And you. What bloody demon possessed you to even look my son in the
“N-Nothing sir I just-“ I tried to explain but then Charlie with his
“No, stay kneeling before me.” The captain said. Charlie was
persistent.
“Ray..Stand. Up.” His father proceeded to attempt at grabbing
Charlie’s ear but then the cock of a gun stopped him. Charlie slowly stood
“Don’t. Move.”
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He threatened the rest of the crew with the gun and considering that
they all had guns I was wondering why they didn’t shoot Charlie. Or should
I say Charles. No, Charles sounds weird. I stood up reluctantly and choked
on my words.
“Because. I’m the best marksman on the ship. And they all know it. If
someone shoots then I shoot.” The Captain had his hands up and behind his
head.
“Charlie, what in God’s name is this mutiny? Why are you defending
her?” Charlie didn’t respond, he simply narrowed his eyes. The Captain let
“Don’t honestly tell me you like her-!” Then Charlie yelled at him,
“And so what if I do?! What does that matter if you would’ve worked
her and the rest of her people to the death for your own sake?! You’re
cruel. I’d rather be in mother's shoes than to breathe the same air as
“You ungrateful piece of-” A gunshot echoed through the open ocean
air. Charlie shot his father in the ankle causing him to collapse.
“I wish you’d gotten a bit more of mother’s moral compass in the time
you spent with her.” Charlie spat. I thought that was the end of it but I
was wrong. One of the crew members grabbed me from behind and dragged me
below deck. He’s still here. He said that if Charlie didn’t surrender that
he’d kill me and three other slaves of his choice. Charlie’s looking down
through the metal bars in the ceiling, hopefully planning a way to get me
out of here. He told me to hold on. I don’t know how much longer I can.
floor, I jolt. I didn’t realize that I cared about Charlie that much. I
hope he realizes.
N/A N/A
diary. Sorry for the rush but of course you understand that I am at the
brink of certain death. Today was my first experience of true pain. I found
out something about Charlie that I should’ve expected. He may have been
different from a slave owner but in the end they were all the same. I had
all the slaves come upstairs while the guy was sleeping and locked the door
behind us. Quickly after I heard thick raps on the door. Charlie tried to
run up to me and the little boy he had helped but his father (who was
still on the floor) yanked his ankle and dragged him right next to him.
emotionless expression and my eyes began to water. I asked him not to hurt
Charlie.
“But why wouldn’t I? Hasn’t Charlie told you what he did?” The
Captain asked. Charlie glared back at him. I asked him what he did and he
told me everything. He was responsible for the death of a black family and
it was so grave that it drove his mother ill. He rejected their pleas for
a place to stay in the middle of a snowstorm and they all lay dead on his
doorstep. Since then he vowed to never mistreat anyone ever again but I had
“Ray, I’m sorry I-“ But I didn’t let him finish. I got the other
girls and children to take the rowboats. The rest of the crew has mostly
just stepped back. It’s between me and Charlie now. I- I really don’t
deserve this.
-Raina, 16
N/A N/A
*Dear Diary, this is not Raina Osei-Jones. I am the author. This was
the story of Raina, a slave girl who braved the journey to Wethersfield,
Connecticut and fell in love with her master’s son. Slavery was a repulsive
used, and broken during this. Raina was one who managed to escape before
the horror of slave life began for her. In her last words, she said she
didn’t deserve it. Deserve what exactly? She was trying to say she didn’t
deserve to escape. Because there were people who were off far worse than
her, the slaves who died on the bottom of that ship. In the end, she
decided that death was better than bondage. She jumped. Freed herself from
captivity and pledged her life to the ocean. Not only that, her
love-Charles, the master’s son-jumped with her. The cruelty of those events
drove many people to death and not just the slaves. Charles was the only
one in that time who realized that what they were doing was wrong. And so
dear audience of this diary, drink your coffee, lay in your bed tonight
knowing that Raina, a slave girl died safely in the embrace of her lover,
-Author