In The South 1852 (School Project)

From the viewpoint of a white girl...
The dark girls call my house ''The Big House". They tell me I'm lucky to live here. I have dolls and baby carriages. I have plenty of food and water and sweet treats when I ask politely, but I have no friends. Mommy won't let me play with the dark girls, she gets mad when I even talk to them. She tells me they're uncivilized, then makes me sit and cross-stitch or play the piano, then sends me up to me room to play dolls by myself. I've seen them outside my window: running and laughing together with their friends, and yet, they call me lucky.


From the viewpoint of a slave...
All day and sometimes part of the night, we toil in the fields working, plowing, and picking, endlessly. Everyday we rise before the sun to be met by the whip, each forced to work harder than 2 white folk could possibly manage, punished harshly if we cannot. Scars write the story across my back. My story of tears, of pain, of wickedness and prejudice, my story of imprisonment, of back-breaking labor, of hard times and troubles. My scars tell the story of slavery.