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Ebony Sea

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Can you imagine being taken away from your mother father, sisters and brothers in the middle of the night by a stranger? Yesterday, you were free to run ,play ,jump ,laugh and sing with your friends, but now you are shackled by your arms and ankles. You cannot move on your own because you are chained to another child and that child is chained to another child. All of a sudden you are on this boat with hundreds of other men, women, children, and babies,riding endlessly in the dark of the night. You look up and you see someone weak, someone in pain, someone about to die. You are afraid but you cannot run you cannot hide. You hear voices of men and women screaming at the top of their lungs. These men and women who have just been beaten. Suddenly the ship comes to a stop. The men who forced everyone on the boat are now resting, resting from the long journey. They are not paying attention to the hundreds of slaves who they threw crumbs to, who they beat continuously on this passage this long dark middle passage. One by one mothers and fathers start walking and staring straight into the sea. Children are following them. It's as if they are all in a trance. They walk like tired soldiers into the water. One by one they go farther and farther away until you can't see them anymore. The blue sea becomes the sea full of ebony people who'd rather die than live a brutal life as a slave.

Can you imagine being taken away from your mother father, sisters and brothers in the middle of the night by a stranger? Yesterday, you were free to run ,play ,jump ,laugh and sing with your friends, but now you are shackled by your arms and ankles. You cannot move on your own because you are chained to another child and that child is chained to another child. All of a sudden you are on this boat with hundreds of other men, women, children, and babies,riding endlessly in the dark of the night. You look up and you see someone weak, someone in pain, someone about to die. You are afraid but you cannot run you cannot hide. You hear voices of men and women screaming at the top of their lungs. These men and women who have just been beaten. Suddenly the ship comes to a stop. The men who forced everyone on the boat are now resting, resting from the long journey. They are not paying attention to the hundreds of slaves who they threw crumbs to, who they beat continuously on this passage this long dark middle passage. One by one mothers and fathers start walking and staring straight into the sea. Children are following them. It's as if they are all in a trance. They walk like tired soldiers into the water. One by one they go farther and farther away until you can't see them anymore. The blue sea becomes the sea full of ebony people who'd rather die than live a brutal life as a slave.