International Slave Trade
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My name is Rick and I lived in Eastern Africa and I worked very hard every day. One day the Americans came to my tribe when we were celebrating and we put away all our weapons in a shack but we were ambushed. Lot’s of other men including me were captured and chained by the Americans and we were brought to large pits and then taken to the HUGE boat and we were brought to the eastern coast of America. When we got here we were all given numbers I still remember mine “48”. We were taken up onto a big wooden platform (It wasn’t very stable) and they would call out numbers, then they got to 40 then 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46,47 my heart stopped as the large man called “ Last but definitely not least 48”. I stood on the taller part and he said “100 gold coins anyone” “150 gold coins, SOLD”. Oh no I thought to myself a very skinny man walked up to me and grabbed me by my arm. When we got to a small building he said “ You are very very welcome” “I just happened to save your life you know”. My mind was very puzzled and I said “What do you mean aren’t you going to torcher me”. “No I would never torcher someone no matter what” he said. “Now go free, get a job live a true life” he said he also told me where to go to be safe from the white men. The End