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Slaves report.

 

So you hear from me again.This winter has been long and hard, massa Reinfeldt brings new slaves every day. They are already sick when they come and some of dem has not eaten for days. I gave one sick slave my bread one day but the jailkeeper Engström saw me do it. She took me to jail and I had to sit there for four days. I did not get food them days myself. I was so hungry when I came out. Jailkeeper Engström told that this should be a lesson for me.  Then she went to Stockholm and her warden Bermudez-Swanqvist was in charge. She is a hard woman and she likes when slaves are getting whipped. So there is always a slave gettting whipped every day. Jailkeeper Engström have told warden to follow instructions completely. And warden does. She enjoys it.

Warden Bermudez-Swanqvist

They say that spring is coming now. We all slaves knows that spring is here. Massa Reinfedts fields need to be done for next season of cotton. We work all day, with just a little water and some watery soup. The bread is old and hard to chew. But I put the bread in the soup and then it gets more easy to chew. My teeth are getting more and more bad for every day that passes. But I’m glad that massa Reinfeldt has not seen my teeth yet. If he did, he just takes dem. Sometimes we don’t work hard and fast enough. Warden Engström comes and watches us working. She has her whip hanging in a string at the side of her horse. I’m afraid of that big black horse. Don’t want to come near it.

Some slaves work ’til they die. You can se them die on the fields every day. Many other slaves cry when they see that happeni’n. I look yp in the sky and bend my knees praying to The Lord for mercy. But we’ve seen no mercy yet.  So I just work dem fields and say no more. Not for now.

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Dear Lord.
I pray to you.Set us free. Liberate us from the evil Massa. Massa Reinfeldt and his neighbour Massa Borg are heading for bad times and therefore whip us every day behind our cabin. We go to sleep with blooded backs and our children are taken away from us. Wifey are sick of worry. I can not help her, my body are in chains. Massa Reinfeldt has not fed us for days. A fellow slave has eaten dirt for twoo days now. He can do that, he’s got no teeth. The dirt will not harm him. He looks strange,makes me afraid, we are poor, poor in body and soul, hungry.
Some slaves has esacped, with the posse chasing them, with no luck so the rest of us had to be whipped. A slave told me that he has seen some sheds in the woods, where the fugitives hide.
I dream every night about the sheds, in my dreams they are made of gold.
Dear Lord hear my pray. Set us free. Before we all die…