The Unified Confederation of America The Battle of Antietam, the bloodiest day in American history, was won by the confederates during the Civil War. Now, in 2010, a stunted America has placed the African American people in a horrible world. Its 9:53 p.m. My life is almost over. Everything that I have strived for, gone with a bang. My world came to a jaw wrenching halt. I remember when it all started, I had so much hope. All that I believe in, annihilated, destroyed, as I lay here and watch everything unravel. It started out like a normal day, the same nightmares, the same worries. It’s not easy having your mother’s death play through your mind every night, hearing those heart wrenching screams every time the stars come out. Then there’s the thwack of the gavel as the corrupt court system of the Unified Confederation of America lets my mother’s slaughterer walk away scot free. That was the reason for my persistence. That was the real motive for my hatred of the unfair and cruel laws aimed at blacks like me. It wasn’t just that we couldn’t go to school, or we couldn’t have high paying jobs. It was the fact that whites could get away with whatever they pleased while we paid the consequences. After days of planning, something was going to be done. All the blacks were getting together tonight at the old theatre in downtown New York City. We were going to start something, something big. In my wildest dreams I had pictured a revolution, but now I realize how childish my ideas were. There really was no way of uplifting the reign of the white man. Its 9:02 as I approach the entrance to the rundown theatre. Maybe in its day, the theatre was a nice place, but from the way it looked then, I could never imagine anybody daring to step foot in it. The bricks that made up the building were cracked and withered. The place had a sagging look to it as if it couldn’t hold itself up and would collapse at any moment. I enter the building at look at the rows upon rows of people, all watching me. All waiting for the speech that I was about to give. It was a good feeling, standing on that pedestal as I stared out at the mass congregation of black people. This was exactly what I needed for it gave me the courage to continue and say what I needed to say. It was 9:13 when I started. “ You know why we’re here today. We’re here because we’re sick of the corrupt government, how when I walk down the street, people look at me in disgust, as if I’m some sort of wild animal. Well, I’m done with that. We deserve respect!” I couldn’t believe it, the people were enthralled. They were latched on to my every word like it was a lifejacket and they were in the ocean during a storm. It was 9:50 when it happened. My speech was at a close and the people were wild with applause. I thought I had done it, I thought there would be change. Then the sound of a bullet leaving its barrel overwhelmed the crowds’ applause and I was bent over, on my knees as blood seeped from my side. Panic had consumed the crowd. From the windows and doors of the room, Confederation forces had entered and were subduing us. This is where I lay now, on the floor in a pool of my own blood. As I lay here, looking around me, I start to notice what was going on in the rest of the room. The blacks were fighting back. I couldn’t believe my eyes as around me, they were fighting back with whatever they could get their hands on. We were not groveling at the feet of the white man. No, we were standing up for ourselves. I realized there was hope for us yet. There was the clock. 9:56 it read. I only had seconds left. I was feeling weak and woozy. Stars were dancing before my vision. However, I knew that I died for a reason. The cause had been furthered thanks to my efforts. I lay my head back. There was the clock. It read 9:57. The last thing I ever saw. The victory cheers of my people lulled me into my final sleep. I relaxed my eyes with a smile on my face, knowing that I made a difference.
The Battle of Antietam, the bloodiest day in American history, was won by the confederates during the Civil War. Now, in 2010, a stunted America has placed the African American people in a horrible world.
Its 9:53 p.m. My life is almost over. Everything that I have strived for, gone with a bang. My world came to a jaw wrenching halt. I remember when it all started, I had so much hope. All that I believe in, annihilated, destroyed, as I lay here and watch everything unravel.
It started out like a normal day, the same nightmares, the same worries. It’s not easy having your mother’s death play through your mind every night, hearing those heart wrenching screams every time the stars come out. Then there’s the thwack of the gavel as the corrupt court system of the Unified Confederation of America lets my mother’s slaughterer walk away scot free. That was the reason for my persistence. That was the real motive for my hatred of the unfair and cruel laws aimed at blacks like me. It wasn’t just that we couldn’t go to school, or we couldn’t have high paying jobs. It was the fact that whites could get away with whatever they pleased while we paid the consequences.
After days of planning, something was going to be done. All the blacks were getting together tonight at the old theatre in downtown New York City. We were going to start something, something big. In my wildest dreams I had pictured a revolution, but now I realize how childish my ideas were. There really was no way of uplifting the reign of the white man.
Its 9:02 as I approach the entrance to the rundown theatre. Maybe in its day, the theatre was a nice place, but from the way it looked then, I could never imagine anybody daring to step foot in it. The bricks that made up the building were cracked and withered. The place had a sagging look to it as if it couldn’t hold itself up and would collapse at any moment. I enter the building at look at the rows upon rows of people, all watching me. All waiting for the speech that I was about to give. It was a good feeling, standing on that pedestal as I stared out at the mass congregation of black people. This was exactly what I needed for it gave me the courage to continue and say what I needed to say. It was 9:13 when I started.
“ You know why we’re here today. We’re here because we’re sick of the corrupt government, how when I walk down the street, people look at me in disgust, as if I’m some sort of wild animal. Well, I’m done with that. We deserve respect!”
I couldn’t believe it, the people were enthralled. They were latched on to my every word like it was a lifejacket and they were in the ocean during a storm.
It was 9:50 when it happened. My speech was at a close and the people were wild with applause. I thought I had done it, I thought there would be change. Then the sound of a bullet leaving its barrel overwhelmed the crowds’ applause and I was bent over, on my knees as blood seeped from my side. Panic had consumed the crowd. From the windows and doors of the room, Confederation forces had entered and were subduing us. This is where I lay now, on the floor in a pool of my own blood. As I lay here, looking around me, I start to notice what was going on in the rest of the room. The blacks were fighting back. I couldn’t believe my eyes as around me, they were fighting back with whatever they could get their hands on. We were not groveling at the feet of the white man. No, we were standing up for ourselves. I realized there was hope for us yet. There was the clock. 9:56 it read. I only had seconds left. I was feeling weak and woozy. Stars were dancing before my vision. However, I knew that I died for a reason. The cause had been furthered thanks to my efforts. I lay my head back. There was the clock. It read 9:57. The last thing I ever saw. The victory cheers of my people lulled me into my final sleep. I relaxed my eyes with a smile on my face, knowing that I made a difference.