Bio+of+a+Slave+(CG)

Bio of a Slave

My name is Jack Jackson. I was born on the date of May 21, 1855. This is the date that I was born into slavery. When I was a slave I was held in a barn with a bunch of other people, I cannot tell you the exact amount of people because I was not able to count until slavery was over when I was finally able to count, read, and write. What I can tell you is that it was crammed and nobody could get comfortable. This barn was in Madison, Georgia. My owner, John Smith, treated dirt better than he treated me. I did not know until after all of this my owner needed me, that I was very important to him. If I was not around then he would have to do all the work that I did, himself. I had a total of two jobs, a Brick Layer and a Plasterer. These jobs were not fun at all. John would always yell at me if I went to take a quick little brake. I hated him but I could not leave, my mother had been telling me since I was very little that I would get in a ton of trouble if I left or tried to leave. John was a rotten person; he had no respect for anybody except him and his white friends. John would always come in our barn and make sure that nobody was doing anything that they were not supposed to. When I say this I mean, someone was reading and they got caught. John brought them out to the front of the barn and tied their hands to the hooks hanging from the side of the barn; he then whipped them with a strip of leather. It left such awful bruises. I felt so bad for them, but I knew there was nothing that I could do about it. I was excited to finally be free from John. It was the happiest day of my life! I was a slave until 1865. That is a total of ten years of my life that I will never get back. As of right now all I care about right now is that I am finally free.