My heart broke as I read the words of this essay. The hardships and trials that this young girl went though should not have been endured by anyone. She paints a horrifing picture of the condition of a young slave girl. It is a essay full of emotion.
As I read the essay I found the grandmother very interesting. She had suffered so much, yet thought it all she had kept a positive attitude. When she is talking to her son in jail I feel that it almost the first time that she has ever showed anyone in her family that at one point she didn't have a positive attitude. She talks about her lack of faith at the time. I wanted to know more about her story and how she had come to the place that she was at with her attitude.
Though out the essay I thought it was interesting how the author would stop the story to but in qualifying sentences. She would explain something horrible that was done to her and then say that it wasn't but in there to blame the person that had done it. I think that she did this so that the reader wouldn't feel bad. The audience was for people in the north, who mostly where white. If they felt that she was saying that white people where evil I think they would have felt that she was attacking them, but by putting in these qualifying sentences she calms the reader, makes them feel like they aren't being attacked.
I think the hardest part for me to read was the battle she had within herself over her baby. She didn't want the baby to have to live a life as a slave. She wished for him to die, knowing that it would be an easier way for the baby. Yet, as soon as the baby is on his death bed she wants nothing but for the baby to live. I could not imagine being in that position knowing that the baby has a horrible future, but loving it more then anything and wanting it to live. To me that would kill me to go though.
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