My Dark History

Hi my name is Dennis Robman I am 98 years old and currently living in Atlanta, Georgia. I am going to tell you the story of my dark history. It was the year of 1947 and I was born into a slave family. I was named Dennis Robman by my parents slave owner. My mom was planning on naming me Thomas but our slave owner didn't alow that. Our masters was named George Patton. He was o0ne of the meanest slave owners who ever lived. When he heard that my mom was having a baby , me, he was real mad. He said that her having a child would cost money because she wouldn't be able to work better. Even by knowing that he still forced my mother to work until she could not even stand. The only days she got off was the three days before I was born and even then our master said that she would get whipped for not going to work. It is said that slave owners would take care for their slaves health so that they would have good workers but our master didn't even care about anyones health except his and his wife. Two weeks after I was born my mom died beacuse of all the whippings, hard work, and lack of food because she saved it to feed me. Even worst was that my dad was sold a couple months before I was born. Since I was left alone I was to be sold but my masteridn't want to sell me because he said that I needed to work off what my mom would have worked if I was to never be born. He placed me with another female slave so that she could take care of me, at least until I could work. That day soon came when I turned 6. I started off by picking cotton in the fields with most of the female slaves. When I started to become stronger and older I was forced to work in loading cotton pales into wagons that whent to sell them into town. Unlike the other slaves that got paid .50 cents at the end of the week, I was never paid anything. that was becaused my master said that I had to work off the work my mother would have done if I had never been born. When the Civil War started my master whent to war to fight for the confederate side. Every day he was gone I always planned to escape and join the war to fight for my freedom for my rights and just maybe I could meet my master and shoot him to death. It was not long before he returned. He came back without a leg and had to be on a wheel chair. I was so happy that he got to suffer. I noticed then that I could kill him in the memory of my mother and run away to see if I could find my dad. So not too soon after that I started to talk with all the slaves that were there to see if they would help me to kill our master and get our freedom. Ofcourse they all agreed and they gave me the appourtunity. One day I got in trouble and got sent to my master to see what punishment he was going to give me. Once there I pushed him off his wheel chair grabbed his knife and stabbed him many times so that he could suffer. I cutt off his head and gave it to his dogs to eat. after that all the slaves killed the guards, burned the house, stole good and money, and we all left the place. Since I didn't know anybody I took my own path to try and find my dad. I was told he was sent to a plantation in Virginia so I headed there. Until this day I have never seen the face of the my father.