"Wapow, swish, wapow." As hard as I work, Covey does not care about the effort I put into my hard work, nor does he pay any attention to my pain. All he ever does is whip the innocent slaves just like me. He is just like Cinderella's stepmother, cruel and evil.
1833, on a plantation
I'm starting to get sick from the heat and exhaustion. I lay under a tree, allowing my mind to relax as I take deep breaths. Covey comes over to me and yells, "GET UP, GET UP, there is no time to waste!" I reluctantly got up as he beats me. I am crying on the inside, questioning myself for why do I deserve such treatment!
GET UP! GET UP!
Later that day, I was busy doing my work, then the wind screamed at me to escape from this cruelty. So for my own good, I ran away. I was a sneaky cheetah running through the cornfield, into the woods. He tried to find me, but I was able to run away from him. Running away was for my own benefit.
Come back here Douglass! -Covey
When I came back Covey wasn't mad, he spoke to me very kindly. But the next day he was right back to his cruel self. I couldn't keep it up anymore so I finally stood up for myself. We fought it out, everyone ignored and declined Covey's cries for help. I won the fight fair and square all by myself.
2 days later.....
Everyone was shocked, no one has ever stood up to Covey before. I felt relieved that the pressure was off my shoulders. I earned a title of respect from not only Covey, but also from the other fellow slaves.
I asked the Stairs of Freedom, "Show me the way!" The more success I saw going up the stairs, the more hopeful I got as I realize that freedom is possible in the future. I know now to not act like a slave nor think like a slave ever again, knowing that there is a chance to gain freedom.