The happiness that you gave me will never go away.
The memories that you gave me will never go away.
Yet for some reason my heart want come form this darkness you placed me in.
I try to forget I try leave but I can’t escape what you did to me.
The love you put on me now that you are gone hurts more then ever thought it could.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Poems Of A Hippie.
The Meaning of life.
By: David Taub
Do what you love
Do what you hate
Don’t do it because you have to
Do it because you still can
Don’t do it because you have to
Do it because you still can
Do it before its to late
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let's go back to the sixties together.
By : David Taub
dance around with a flower in our hair and not a care in the world.
dance around with a flower in our hair and not a care in the world.
let's hold hands and fight for the things we believe in.
let's go back to simpler times, when we could protest and wear funky things.
let's go back and enjoy those freedom rights and stand with pride beside a black man.
let's be considered 'traitors' for wanting to stand with our brothers and sisters
who bleed the same blood we bleed.
let's go back to the sixties together and dance around with not a care in the world
except that you're with me and i'm with you.
let's go back to the sixties together my friendand hold hands
as we sing beatles songs down the street.
i love you my hippie best friend
come visit me soon so we can go back to the sixties.
love of poetry
Love of poetry
Dream
Deep into that darkness, long I stood there wondering.
Framing doubting dreaming dreams no mortal dared to dream before.
Painful love
The love I have for you is truly strong but, the pain you
Give me go on and on.
I want to be with you, I truly do
But, my heart aches because of you.
My love for you will never change, but the pain won’t stay away.
Shadow
I walk down the dark, cold street alone and scared with no one. There’s no one to care but my shadow stayed with me.
I reach to others near yet, no one was there or didn’t even care but my shadow stayed with me.
I asked god, why I am so lonely while my shadow stays with me? He told me with a mighty voice, my child, how are you alone when your shadow stays with you?
Where did you go?
Why did you leave me?
What did I do wrong?
Did I love you too less too much?
What was so wrong?
I took care of you like you took care of me so, why did you leave this black hole inside of me?
You’re the one with my heart, don’t you see?
I can’t stand not being with you, it burns me.
Dark chains
I lay upon the cold chained ground fearing those who fear me.
They not knowing not understanding only what they see.
It confounds me it angers it scares and most of all it sadness me.
They not knowing who I am but what I am why they hate me.
I still lay upon the cold ground chained bond waiting for the time.
That I will be free from the anger they feel upon me.
Lies
I look around lies deist no one to trust no one to believe.
Chaos erupting destruction begins tears pour out the weeping wants to end.
Hate pain it seems to reach it needs to end it needs to sees.
Questions erupt people are scares no one believes the words I bare.
I fear no one can look at me not even a glare for all they would see is a whore who stands to be seen.
I hold my head the pain that I cost yet deep down I laugh how easy it was.
To trick these people to fool there heads with lies and deist.
Dream
Deep into that darkness, long I stood there wondering.
Framing doubting dreaming dreams no mortal dared to dream before.
Painful love
The love I have for you is truly strong but, the pain you
Give me go on and on.
I want to be with you, I truly do
But, my heart aches because of you.
My love for you will never change, but the pain won’t stay away.
Shadow
I walk down the dark, cold street alone and scared with no one. There’s no one to care but my shadow stayed with me.
I reach to others near yet, no one was there or didn’t even care but my shadow stayed with me.
I asked god, why I am so lonely while my shadow stays with me? He told me with a mighty voice, my child, how are you alone when your shadow stays with you?
Where did you go?
Why did you leave me?
What did I do wrong?
Did I love you too less too much?
What was so wrong?
I took care of you like you took care of me so, why did you leave this black hole inside of me?
You’re the one with my heart, don’t you see?
I can’t stand not being with you, it burns me.
Dark chains
I lay upon the cold chained ground fearing those who fear me.
They not knowing not understanding only what they see.
It confounds me it angers it scares and most of all it sadness me.
They not knowing who I am but what I am why they hate me.
I still lay upon the cold ground chained bond waiting for the time.
That I will be free from the anger they feel upon me.
Lies
I look around lies deist no one to trust no one to believe.
Chaos erupting destruction begins tears pour out the weeping wants to end.
Hate pain it seems to reach it needs to end it needs to sees.
Questions erupt people are scares no one believes the words I bare.
I fear no one can look at me not even a glare for all they would see is a whore who stands to be seen.
I hold my head the pain that I cost yet deep down I laugh how easy it was.
To trick these people to fool there heads with lies and deist.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Their Final Meeting...
Sunrise is what I see through the bars of the window in my cell, then a faint sound of keys followed by the jail door opening with a loud un-oiled squeak. “GET UP!” shouts the guard and then pulls me up onto my feet and forces me to walk straight even though the shackles reduce that effort. Fresh air, I sense beyond the wooden door leading outside. The guard swings open the door and there was Elizabeth looking amazing as if this was the day we met. I was embarrassed because of the fact I had not bathed in weeks , dry blood all over my body thanks to the torturing I had endured , and soaked clothes since there was a severe leak in the cell from the roof. At my surprise that did not phase her. You would think we were going to make love by the way we lusted for each other. I asked her how she was feeling then followed that with a question about the kids.
“Are you ready to confess Proctor?” announced Danforth. I was about to reply when Elizabeth stopped me and demanded to speak to me privately. “Are you sure about this John?” she said “I must do what I have to that’s best for my family and friends” I forced myself to say. We paused then kissed like we just stated our “I do’s”. “Danforth I am ready to confess” he quick got the papers drawn and gave me a pen to sign the confession he even dabbed it in the ink for me as if he has been waiting to prove it was me his whole life. I signed it even though Martha and Rebecca were shouting “don’t sell your soul John Proctor you are better then this”. I now realize this was the single most biggest mistake I have even made. “Give in here Proctor” Danforth insisted. “What is the purpose of taking my pride along with my dignity Danforth?”. Is not one of those good enough for him. I have confessed what else does he need from me? I proceeded to rip the paper into small pieces and Elizabeth know from the point what I was doing , and from the corner of my eye I could see a sigh of relieve come over Martha and Rebecca. “ARE YOU MAD?!” a voice yelled at me ,and I just felt so happy all I could do was smile and proceed onto the wagon that was to take me to my death. During the almost never ending journey as so it seemed to the Gallows I could see peoples faces that were in amazement that I was on bored the wagon. I felt as in I was a gladiator that just defeated the lion in the Coliseum the way people were hollering and shouting then I seen the ropes fitted for all three of us and realized that this was it and there is no turning back from this point but I was not the littlest but regretful of my choice so I put my chin out in pride that I was going out like a champion and not a no good traitor. My head was placed into the noose and my feet just barely touched the cracking , weathered wood below me.
Rebecca started her prares as did Martha and not long after I was right along with them in chanting stride.so loud that I didn’t here them coming behind Rebecca and I had my eyes locked on her husband and I seen a part of him die the second the guards hand touched her back then when he burst into tears and started to fall I knew she was gone and I was one step closer to death. Then I felt a tug on my rope when Martha was pushed off the stand and this was no it. Its almost as if the world stopped and I could weave my way threw my past and re-look every single moment from birth till this very instant. I looked out to the crowd of people and all their face began to turn into my children’s faces the really fast every thing came back to normal and I felt fingertips touch my back then more of the finger then the whole palm and my heals began to lift then before I knew it my toes were pealing off one by one then.. then.. th-e-n... .. FIN.
Allthough its all over if I had a chance to do it again I couldn’t pick a better outcome I wouldn’t change a thing god knows I was not a which that is why I am where I am now and not in the other place that the rest are damned to. GOODBYE
Tituba's Point of View
How can you be so mean Abigail? Why are you acting like this? You must not do this Abigail. We were friends for to long to ruining this relationship. Please Abby don’t do this to me. You will regret if you accuse me of witchcrafts I promise you (thinking). “Said Tituba” I never seen the devil in my life. (Crying) I would never do this to Betty. I take good care of Betty; I Tituba will never hurt her. She is lying don’t believe a word she says.” said Abigail” well you would have to prove that she is a witch or else please don’t started this mass.” Said Danforth”
You see last night I was sleeping on my bed. I heard someone singing in my ears. It was getting louder by the minute. I was so scared I ran into out of my room. Running till I lost my breath. Then I could see a woman walking toward me she was telling me that I will never have kids. I was crying but no one could hear me. Than after she told me that she disappeared into the darkness.” Said Abigail”. That is a lie, a lie “said Tituba.” Well is this true Abigail is there anything else you want to say to us “said Danforth” I will not be accused over this nonsense. “Said Tituba.” Are you saying this is nonsense “Said Danforth” yes I am sir this is all lies of Abigail, go on Abigail tell them this not true or else you will regret this for the rest of your life. “Said tituba” Are you threatening Abigail woman. No sir, these are lies you can’t believe what she says.
Danforth the people of Salem want to bring Tituba to court this evening. Well what are you waiting for make an appointment for this evening Hale. At six in the after noon it was getting clod the later it was. When I enter the court it was full with people of Salem . I was so scared; my hands are shaking as if I’ve seen a ghost. Everyone is yelling out my name as if I was ready to be hanged. The minute I lifted my head up to see what’s going on and I saw Abigail I was so furious. I feel as if I was going to burst out of my head. Fire was coming out of my ears. My heart was beating two times faster than usual. My stomach felt sick as if I was going to vomit. I felt as if my head have become like a bell. My legs were struggling to walk that’s how I felt walking into the court when I was Abigail. Every breath that I take is burning into me. Some how I manage to put my head up high, my eyes fixing straight at Danforth.
Tituba did you ever make any contact with the devil? No sir I haven’t. How do you know that for sure? Well sir my mind had always been Godly about everything I do. Then how do you explain what Abigail told us in the room? Those were lies they were never true. Okay! Parris please bring Abigail to the downstairs to the court. “Yes” Abigail the thing’s you’ve said upstairs were lies? Are you questioning what I’ve said in front of God? Well then how do you explain why Betty is laying down on her stomach? So it is true what Abigail were saying. They are no true sir. Those are lies. You have seen the devil and you confessing to god. (Raising his voice) So what kind of ungodly Christian are you Tituba? I Tituba is a godly woman I am not a witch, please believe me Danforth I am telling the truth. Take her right now put her in jail. Till then we will find the day for her execution.
Abigail continues to accuse other people while Tituba is in jail. Abigail told Tituba that she was sorry about everything that happens. I didn’t mean for all this to happen. “Abigail said” She couldn’t stair in Tituba’s eyes because feels guilty. Tituba didn’t blink once. Tituba told Abigail if you say to yourself that is Christian Why start this commotion? You will regret every last minute of this. Abigail Storm out of the room with anger, hatreds, and with guilt. Abigail what will you do now because I remember when you needed me for help, when you needed a shoulder to lean on when no else would. You don’t have no else turn to when you’re suffering. What does it do to you accusing innocent people of Salem because of your lost? It only makes things worse for you. “Abigail says” you don’t know why I am doing this for so please just let it go (bursting into tears). So this is how you want our relationship to go down the drain if hats what you want, then it will be so.
The day had come for me to be executed. I was ready because I have confessed to God and he had forgiven me for I have sin. I will only regret not knowing God at early age. I am asking god to forgive those who doesn’t know what they are doing. Before they hang me I started singing my favorite song. I felt so free from my sin like I been relief from my problems. I felt the wind passing through my hair. Tears of joy are falling like a river. The sun was so bright I felt as if I was already dead. Before my last breath I took one last look of Salem . I could see the guilt in their eyes, didn’t feel bad for them.
Monday, March 16, 2009
An Interview with John Proctor
During the break from the court session I will be interviewing John Proctor. In the court he tries to prove that his wife is not guilty of being accused of witchery. He also tries to prove that all the girls are being fake and all talk nonsense. To prove that he brings in his servant Mary Warren to the truth, she was one of the accusers before who blamed the many people of Salem, Massachusetts. So now let’s hear the real story from John Proctor.
“Here he comes out of the court room right now”
Anna: “John Proctor”, how did it feel when you had to go to the court room to prove your wife’s innocence?
JP: Well, it was really hard for me, but I knew what was coming. I had a feeling that the Abigail Williams girl will go to the end of the world to get what she wants. Then I thought it was a problem between me and her. Why does she have to bring my wife into this? I wonder was she an easy target for her because my good wife fired her. This is when I really started to think. The minute I walked in to the court room and saw that dirty girl I felt disgusted in myself and wanted to run, but I knew I couldn’t.
Anna: When you saw your wife Elizabeth what would you have said if you were allowed to talk to her before she was questioned?
JP: Well I wanted to tell her how much I have always loved her. I wish I could tell her that I didn’t know what was going through my head when I cheated, and why I did that when I have a great wife like you by my side. I don’t want you to put all my shame on yourself because that was my fault, and you had nothing absolutely nothing to do with it. I never intended on hurting her she was so important to me, she was my wolrld, my pride and joy, and the best wife I could have ever asked for. Especially I wanted to tell her I am sorry that I have put her through this big mess.
Anna: If you could really tell off Judge Danforth , what would you have said to him?
JP: Well I had a lot going through my mind, and heck I would have loved to give him a piece of it. I would have said what a bad Judge he has been, that what kind of person believes mindless children and their little stories filled with lies. It would only take a silly Judge as you to go along with them. All of this is causing terror to the town and destroying every ones life. That man was talking trash, and I just got sick and tired of it. Oh how I wish I could give him a mouth full, that man was making me sick. What does it take to be a Judge, what they tell you how to make innocent people be guilt or something well over all I thought that Judge was plain stupid, and should have no right to be what he is now? I am so sorry, but he is so ridiculous you just want to hit him so hard, and put him in your possession so he will know what it is like.
“Okay so thank you for that”
Anna: So, when Mary Warren stepped in, which is also your servant would you expect her to say what she has said be forth the court?
JP: Somewhat I do because that Mary Warren is a good person, but on the other hand I thought she would get scared and start to lie because she wanted to protect her friends. She would never expect her friends to turn their back when she tries to stop all the madness in Salem.
I think what she did was the right thing even if that old stubborn man that calls himself a Judge didn’t believe her. What did he think I put her up to this, probably did? Overall I was very proud of Mary, it takes a lot of courage to stand up to your friends, and she was one heck of a strong girl especially at her age.
Anna: How about when you finally spoke of you and Abigail, what were you real emotions towards that?
JP: Let’s see what I can say. When I first said it I wasn’t really thinking, but it felt good to get that secret off of my chest. That time I was so relieved because I have finally said, and that was one of my biggest worries of all time. Trying to say I felt so sick that the words couldn’t even come out of my mouth I just wanted to go under a rock and hide for the rest of my life, but seriously when it came out I was like “YES”. My heart felt free and at that point I could come out with all the hurt I did. I wanted to cry my eyes out when I finally spoke it was the best feeling ever. You know when you hold something inside you for so long and that little voice inside just keeps telling “Come on you coward, just go on and say it” that’s how I felt at that point. My heart was pounding so fast and hard and when I started to speak it went back to normal and I felt so good. That was my real emotions, but I am the type of person who can’t show them and finally I expressed myself in words.
Anna: Wow that’s very deep.
Remember when they told you to turn around so they can bring in your wife Elizabeth, did you just want to turn to her and see her after so long?
JP: Of course that’s my wife; I was so angry that I couldn’t. The rage went through my veins it was so hard. If she only knew what I have said before she has entered she would have been saved. My beautiful wife would be with me right now in wrapped up in my arms, and I would not let her go, not even for a single second. This just brings us back to that old Judge. Oh if she only knew that goes through my head like a tape recorder that’s playing over and over again, it drives me crazy.
“Okay”
Anna: How about when the girls turned their back on Mary Warren, what did you think about that?
JP: Let’s see, I thought great its going to go down hill from here. I mean everyone seems to believe Abigail and her swarm of army friends. Now it will be me that’s going to be accused of witchery, and I won’t be able to save Elizabeth now. Oh why, why did this have to happen, what really made the girls do this, did they hate everybody that much? Those are the questions I was asking myself. That was just plain craziness, how could things go so bad. At least Mary tried, but Abigail goes over the type.
“I see she is really tricky, she would have fooled me to if I was that stubborn”
Anna: Did you ever at any point think that maybe there is some kind of witchery in Salem?
JP: I would say no not in Salem exactly, but in those evil people who let it get stronger then I would have to say yes. They all let it keep going so there must have been witchery inside of their soul, it was full of it. If they have just put a stop to it everybody would be happy and jolly as they used to be when not a hostile word was said to one another. If you didn’t like someone you would just ignore them, but when one word was heard “WITCH” I knew it was down-fall from there that people are going to go crazy and start accusing everyone. There never was a witch and never will be a witch in Salem. Some may have practiced it, but that’s their personnel business what they do in their personal time and in their household.
Anna: Alright, what would you have done different if you were in Danforth place?
JP: Well, I defiantly wouldn’t all sudden start believing those silly girls and get the perspective from all the people in the village. I would listen to what they have to say, and wouldn’t start listing people for hangings. I would do trials, but as far as a hanging that’s just too far and to ridiculous. Accusing people off the spot now that will give you a bad name in the town and you will be hated. As I said I will listen to what they all have to say and pay more attention to the elders. You don’t know what kind of mess kids can cause, well right now you probably do know, before all of it have started.
“That’s actually a real interesting point”
Anna: How about when the girls turn ice cold, how do you think they were able to pull that off?
JP: Now that’s a really good question. I might now be absolutely sure, but they must have a lot of practice to do that. Maybe even they are the real witches it takes a lot to pull that kind of thing. They were really convincing, but I didn’t believe it not even once I knew what they were trying to do. That was some kind of magic or trick that was very good; maybe they somehow stopped breathing until they had chills. I even had the feeling that the Judge pretended that their skin was cold I never touched them so I surly don’t know, but that’s my opinion on that because this can be a proven fact since I have no proof of it.
Anna: Do you think that Judge Danforth was in a some kind of scheme?
JP: Yes, I do I truly do. He probably just wanted some kind of fame from this. The first Judge to hang a witch what a title would that be. Does he really feel amazed about it to be in such a scandal were it causes a persons life that’s too much tragic for one person to handle. He must feel a whole lot of guilt inside of him. I know how that feels.
“For our last final question for Mr. Proctor”
Anna: When you finally left the court room what did you think of all that has happened in there?
JP: I would have to say that in some ways it was no use at all, but then I felt relieved when I have spoken. That day no ones life wasn’t saved, which is what I was going for so I was disappointed in the whole outcome.
Anna: Okay, let’s thank Mr. Proctor for taking his time to talk to us. It was really helpful, now I understand what he went through in Salem. Well I hope you all enjoyed that and got the truth from someone who had to go through a tragedy like that. So once again I like to thank you and Mr. Proctor for being here with us.
“Thank you so much and I hope the rest of the trial goes better than it did so far”
JP: “Thank you and also thanks for hearing my side of the story and having me here”
“Here he comes out of the court room right now”
Anna: “John Proctor”, how did it feel when you had to go to the court room to prove your wife’s innocence?
JP: Well, it was really hard for me, but I knew what was coming. I had a feeling that the Abigail Williams girl will go to the end of the world to get what she wants. Then I thought it was a problem between me and her. Why does she have to bring my wife into this? I wonder was she an easy target for her because my good wife fired her. This is when I really started to think. The minute I walked in to the court room and saw that dirty girl I felt disgusted in myself and wanted to run, but I knew I couldn’t.
Anna: When you saw your wife Elizabeth what would you have said if you were allowed to talk to her before she was questioned?
JP: Well I wanted to tell her how much I have always loved her. I wish I could tell her that I didn’t know what was going through my head when I cheated, and why I did that when I have a great wife like you by my side. I don’t want you to put all my shame on yourself because that was my fault, and you had nothing absolutely nothing to do with it. I never intended on hurting her she was so important to me, she was my wolrld, my pride and joy, and the best wife I could have ever asked for. Especially I wanted to tell her I am sorry that I have put her through this big mess.
Anna: If you could really tell off Judge Danforth , what would you have said to him?
JP: Well I had a lot going through my mind, and heck I would have loved to give him a piece of it. I would have said what a bad Judge he has been, that what kind of person believes mindless children and their little stories filled with lies. It would only take a silly Judge as you to go along with them. All of this is causing terror to the town and destroying every ones life. That man was talking trash, and I just got sick and tired of it. Oh how I wish I could give him a mouth full, that man was making me sick. What does it take to be a Judge, what they tell you how to make innocent people be guilt or something well over all I thought that Judge was plain stupid, and should have no right to be what he is now? I am so sorry, but he is so ridiculous you just want to hit him so hard, and put him in your possession so he will know what it is like.
“Okay so thank you for that”
Anna: So, when Mary Warren stepped in, which is also your servant would you expect her to say what she has said be forth the court?
JP: Somewhat I do because that Mary Warren is a good person, but on the other hand I thought she would get scared and start to lie because she wanted to protect her friends. She would never expect her friends to turn their back when she tries to stop all the madness in Salem.
I think what she did was the right thing even if that old stubborn man that calls himself a Judge didn’t believe her. What did he think I put her up to this, probably did? Overall I was very proud of Mary, it takes a lot of courage to stand up to your friends, and she was one heck of a strong girl especially at her age.
Anna: How about when you finally spoke of you and Abigail, what were you real emotions towards that?
JP: Let’s see what I can say. When I first said it I wasn’t really thinking, but it felt good to get that secret off of my chest. That time I was so relieved because I have finally said, and that was one of my biggest worries of all time. Trying to say I felt so sick that the words couldn’t even come out of my mouth I just wanted to go under a rock and hide for the rest of my life, but seriously when it came out I was like “YES”. My heart felt free and at that point I could come out with all the hurt I did. I wanted to cry my eyes out when I finally spoke it was the best feeling ever. You know when you hold something inside you for so long and that little voice inside just keeps telling “Come on you coward, just go on and say it” that’s how I felt at that point. My heart was pounding so fast and hard and when I started to speak it went back to normal and I felt so good. That was my real emotions, but I am the type of person who can’t show them and finally I expressed myself in words.
Anna: Wow that’s very deep.
Remember when they told you to turn around so they can bring in your wife Elizabeth, did you just want to turn to her and see her after so long?
JP: Of course that’s my wife; I was so angry that I couldn’t. The rage went through my veins it was so hard. If she only knew what I have said before she has entered she would have been saved. My beautiful wife would be with me right now in wrapped up in my arms, and I would not let her go, not even for a single second. This just brings us back to that old Judge. Oh if she only knew that goes through my head like a tape recorder that’s playing over and over again, it drives me crazy.
“Okay”
Anna: How about when the girls turned their back on Mary Warren, what did you think about that?
JP: Let’s see, I thought great its going to go down hill from here. I mean everyone seems to believe Abigail and her swarm of army friends. Now it will be me that’s going to be accused of witchery, and I won’t be able to save Elizabeth now. Oh why, why did this have to happen, what really made the girls do this, did they hate everybody that much? Those are the questions I was asking myself. That was just plain craziness, how could things go so bad. At least Mary tried, but Abigail goes over the type.
“I see she is really tricky, she would have fooled me to if I was that stubborn”
Anna: Did you ever at any point think that maybe there is some kind of witchery in Salem?
JP: I would say no not in Salem exactly, but in those evil people who let it get stronger then I would have to say yes. They all let it keep going so there must have been witchery inside of their soul, it was full of it. If they have just put a stop to it everybody would be happy and jolly as they used to be when not a hostile word was said to one another. If you didn’t like someone you would just ignore them, but when one word was heard “WITCH” I knew it was down-fall from there that people are going to go crazy and start accusing everyone. There never was a witch and never will be a witch in Salem. Some may have practiced it, but that’s their personnel business what they do in their personal time and in their household.
Anna: Alright, what would you have done different if you were in Danforth place?
JP: Well, I defiantly wouldn’t all sudden start believing those silly girls and get the perspective from all the people in the village. I would listen to what they have to say, and wouldn’t start listing people for hangings. I would do trials, but as far as a hanging that’s just too far and to ridiculous. Accusing people off the spot now that will give you a bad name in the town and you will be hated. As I said I will listen to what they all have to say and pay more attention to the elders. You don’t know what kind of mess kids can cause, well right now you probably do know, before all of it have started.
“That’s actually a real interesting point”
Anna: How about when the girls turn ice cold, how do you think they were able to pull that off?
JP: Now that’s a really good question. I might now be absolutely sure, but they must have a lot of practice to do that. Maybe even they are the real witches it takes a lot to pull that kind of thing. They were really convincing, but I didn’t believe it not even once I knew what they were trying to do. That was some kind of magic or trick that was very good; maybe they somehow stopped breathing until they had chills. I even had the feeling that the Judge pretended that their skin was cold I never touched them so I surly don’t know, but that’s my opinion on that because this can be a proven fact since I have no proof of it.
Anna: Do you think that Judge Danforth was in a some kind of scheme?
JP: Yes, I do I truly do. He probably just wanted some kind of fame from this. The first Judge to hang a witch what a title would that be. Does he really feel amazed about it to be in such a scandal were it causes a persons life that’s too much tragic for one person to handle. He must feel a whole lot of guilt inside of him. I know how that feels.
“For our last final question for Mr. Proctor”
Anna: When you finally left the court room what did you think of all that has happened in there?
JP: I would have to say that in some ways it was no use at all, but then I felt relieved when I have spoken. That day no ones life wasn’t saved, which is what I was going for so I was disappointed in the whole outcome.
Anna: Okay, let’s thank Mr. Proctor for taking his time to talk to us. It was really helpful, now I understand what he went through in Salem. Well I hope you all enjoyed that and got the truth from someone who had to go through a tragedy like that. So once again I like to thank you and Mr. Proctor for being here with us.
“Thank you so much and I hope the rest of the trial goes better than it did so far”
JP: “Thank you and also thanks for hearing my side of the story and having me here”
Sunday, March 15, 2009
The Revelation of Tituba
The small kitchen was warmed by the morning sun. The white sewed curtain were tied up so the sunlight could saunter in and brighten the dark area. The countertop was made of wood and so was the dining room table. The hardwood floor was steal clean after I tiredly cleaned the whole house the day before.
My room was in the basement of the three bedroom woodened colonial. My medium size bed was in the right side of my room and the window was at the left. I stared at the mustard colored sun with peace in my heart. Despite it being small and hidden from all the other rooms, it felt like my secret hiding place. It almost felt like home with my souvenir from Barbados. I had only one hazy picture of me, my parents, and little brother grinning from ear to ear. We were so happy at that time living together as a family. I was 20 years old and working by selling the vegetables my mom grew in her small grassy garden.
Suddenly my happiness came to a complete halt. Slavery divided me and my brother and killed my parents for disobeying their master. Life as a slave was a total mental breakdown I always felt fatigue, lonely, and unloved. But I knew the beginning of my life story just began, when I met Mr. Parris.
Mr. Parris was working as a blacksmith in Barbados, trying to save up his job earnings to start a new life in Salem, Massachusetts as a Puritan minister. I knew these so called Puritans were up to no good when Mr. Parris participated in the slave auction and bought me. He was a respectful, handsome, young man. About 28 years old 6 foot 1 with tanned silky bronze skin, his hair was thick and brown just like his exotic eyes when he looked me into my eyes I blushed his shoulders were broad, and he was very muscular. He told me he was married for two years with his wife and how he loved and cherished her. They had a little girl together named Betty. But then something tragic happened, his wife died of an unknown disease.
When Mr. Parris told me this I felt pity for him and his daughter, he would have to raise her by himself. He told me it’s a small chance of him ever remarrying. Mr. Parris said to me “Tituba I know you’re my slave now but I promise to respect and take care of you if you’re willing to be a mother figure for Betty. I hesitatingly agreed only because. I started to feel attached to innocent little Betty.
I drifted from my day dream when I remembered I had to make breakfast for the family, I quickly hid the picture under my drawer and went upstairs. As I was going upstairs, I could hear someone calling my name it was Mrs. Putnam. When I got to the top of the stairs she grabbed me violently and took me upstairs to Betty’s room. I saw Mr. Parris and Mr. Hale standing over the bed where Betty laid inactive. Abigail was standing across from Mr. Hale and Mrs. Putnam was behind me blocking the door way.
As I stood in the room, every eye was on me and I realized that something was wrong, I looked everyone directly in the eye as if asking them what’s going on because I was truly confused. Cruelly Abigail pointed at me and screamed “Witch! Witch! She’s with the devil.” I was bamboozled by Abigail’s false statement. I said “Abigail you dare not lie” I blared out in anger. Mr. Parris grabbed me painfully by the wrist and dragged me to Betty bedside and said “Take your evil spirit out my little girl. Then Mr. Hale asked me with a compassionate voice if I had anything to confess I said with audacity “I do.”
“After living in Salem for all these years and trying to please this family, I feel rejected. How dare you accuse me of being a witch”, looking directly at Abigail. “ I took care of this family for so long I cleaned, cooked, and washed. And when you were sad Abigail because you felt like no one loved you, I was there to comfort you and cheer you up. I also remember the times when I was in the same predicament and Abigail you were there to make me laugh with you silliness and wit.
As I was talking my anger built up to rage I roared like a lion “And you Mr. Parris! Your surely malice, on the outside your like a sheep but in the inside you are a poisonous snake. Everyone in this village is out to get one another while the innocent are accused for no wrong doing. Many lives are going to be lost while the evil ones enjoy life and the land of the hanged for their own pleasure.” After letting out all my anger I dashed to my room, I could see Mr. Parris chasing behind me but I made it to my room before him. I quickly locked the door then pushed my drawer in front of the door.
I pulled the picture that flew out under my drawer. I grasped the picture like I found gold. I then scampered to the corner of my room, I positioned myself on the brittle floor with my knees bent to my chest rocking back and forth like a scared little child hiding from monsters. I could hear the drumming on my door Mr. Parris saying “Open the door now! No matter what you do you’re going to be hanged!” Boom! The drumming gets louder. I keep rocking back and forth, then looked at the picture and remembered when I used to be happy. Tears began to fall from my red swollen eyes the I began to laugh with joy as Mr. Parris ripped the door open...
My room was in the basement of the three bedroom woodened colonial. My medium size bed was in the right side of my room and the window was at the left. I stared at the mustard colored sun with peace in my heart. Despite it being small and hidden from all the other rooms, it felt like my secret hiding place. It almost felt like home with my souvenir from Barbados. I had only one hazy picture of me, my parents, and little brother grinning from ear to ear. We were so happy at that time living together as a family. I was 20 years old and working by selling the vegetables my mom grew in her small grassy garden.
Suddenly my happiness came to a complete halt. Slavery divided me and my brother and killed my parents for disobeying their master. Life as a slave was a total mental breakdown I always felt fatigue, lonely, and unloved. But I knew the beginning of my life story just began, when I met Mr. Parris.
Mr. Parris was working as a blacksmith in Barbados, trying to save up his job earnings to start a new life in Salem, Massachusetts as a Puritan minister. I knew these so called Puritans were up to no good when Mr. Parris participated in the slave auction and bought me. He was a respectful, handsome, young man. About 28 years old 6 foot 1 with tanned silky bronze skin, his hair was thick and brown just like his exotic eyes when he looked me into my eyes I blushed his shoulders were broad, and he was very muscular. He told me he was married for two years with his wife and how he loved and cherished her. They had a little girl together named Betty. But then something tragic happened, his wife died of an unknown disease.
When Mr. Parris told me this I felt pity for him and his daughter, he would have to raise her by himself. He told me it’s a small chance of him ever remarrying. Mr. Parris said to me “Tituba I know you’re my slave now but I promise to respect and take care of you if you’re willing to be a mother figure for Betty. I hesitatingly agreed only because. I started to feel attached to innocent little Betty.
I drifted from my day dream when I remembered I had to make breakfast for the family, I quickly hid the picture under my drawer and went upstairs. As I was going upstairs, I could hear someone calling my name it was Mrs. Putnam. When I got to the top of the stairs she grabbed me violently and took me upstairs to Betty’s room. I saw Mr. Parris and Mr. Hale standing over the bed where Betty laid inactive. Abigail was standing across from Mr. Hale and Mrs. Putnam was behind me blocking the door way.
As I stood in the room, every eye was on me and I realized that something was wrong, I looked everyone directly in the eye as if asking them what’s going on because I was truly confused. Cruelly Abigail pointed at me and screamed “Witch! Witch! She’s with the devil.” I was bamboozled by Abigail’s false statement. I said “Abigail you dare not lie” I blared out in anger. Mr. Parris grabbed me painfully by the wrist and dragged me to Betty bedside and said “Take your evil spirit out my little girl. Then Mr. Hale asked me with a compassionate voice if I had anything to confess I said with audacity “I do.”
“After living in Salem for all these years and trying to please this family, I feel rejected. How dare you accuse me of being a witch”, looking directly at Abigail. “ I took care of this family for so long I cleaned, cooked, and washed. And when you were sad Abigail because you felt like no one loved you, I was there to comfort you and cheer you up. I also remember the times when I was in the same predicament and Abigail you were there to make me laugh with you silliness and wit.
As I was talking my anger built up to rage I roared like a lion “And you Mr. Parris! Your surely malice, on the outside your like a sheep but in the inside you are a poisonous snake. Everyone in this village is out to get one another while the innocent are accused for no wrong doing. Many lives are going to be lost while the evil ones enjoy life and the land of the hanged for their own pleasure.” After letting out all my anger I dashed to my room, I could see Mr. Parris chasing behind me but I made it to my room before him. I quickly locked the door then pushed my drawer in front of the door.
I pulled the picture that flew out under my drawer. I grasped the picture like I found gold. I then scampered to the corner of my room, I positioned myself on the brittle floor with my knees bent to my chest rocking back and forth like a scared little child hiding from monsters. I could hear the drumming on my door Mr. Parris saying “Open the door now! No matter what you do you’re going to be hanged!” Boom! The drumming gets louder. I keep rocking back and forth, then looked at the picture and remembered when I used to be happy. Tears began to fall from my red swollen eyes the I began to laugh with joy as Mr. Parris ripped the door open...
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