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Love, Freedom

Love letter of a slave

By Joe PattersonPublished 11 months ago 4 min read
Love, Freedom
Photo by Social History Archive on Unsplash

Dear Marietta,

Today is April 8, 1865. Tomorrow is when the Battle of Appomattox will happen and I will surely fight that battle. They say this will be the battle to end all battles in this civil war. Tomorrow may be the day that we end this war. A war measured in politics, oppression, and bloodshed.

Me and you were slaves since birth. I remember when we first met. We both had been separated from our families at a very young age and ended up on the same plantation where grew up together. I can still remember the first thing you ever said to me on my first day in that field. “Charles I don’t think you gon’ make it one day out here” For some reason I found them words to be a comfort of joy and laughter.

In this time of oppression I never saw a reason to live. A life of bondage was all I ever knew, but then I found you. We were both slaves to captivity, but then we fell in love and found freedom in each other’s hearts. I thank the good Lord

I was dying’, but the voice of an Angel made me laugh. I made sure I made it that day so I could see your pretty face again. After bothering you so much we finally fell in love. Master McCullough allowed us to get married since we served him so well in all our time on that Georgia plantation. Before long we had a beautiful baby girl, we named her Savannah because that was the last place where we both saw our families.

In naming her Savannah we felt like we had gotten a piece of our families back. Though we weren’t free we found joy in all of us being together. When made ourselves very valuable to McCullough by learning how to read and write so we could help him with his business. When this civil war that our southern owners began fighting so hard to win came along we heard that there was a chance that we would finally be free.

Then one day a wealthy man named Wesley had come to the McCullough plantation. He told Master McCullough that he was planning on purchasing some new slaves for his travels up north. The good Lord knew how scared we were at the time, so we prayed day and night that our family wouldn’t be separated.

He studied me for a long time, maybe days. We was so sure that he was watching me so he could take me away until one day he pulled me to the side in private to tell me why he was really there. Wesley told me that he wasn’t a slave master, but that he was actually an abolitionist from up north who was secretly working to free slaves. He would study the slaves to see who had skills that would be useful to the union during the war.

Wesley saw I was well trained in being a blacksmith and using weapon, so he came and decided to buy all of us off of McCullough so we could come work for his family in Boston, Massachusetts. McCullough was only interested in selling. I accepted his offer because our freedom being possible was a chance I had to take. It wasn’t easy to take. Though this is better than what I know I often stay awake at night in fear that I’ll never see you and Savannah again.

I pray to God every night hoping and believing that you’ll still be where I remember every morning. Everyday I hear news about the war and I’m hoping and praying that you and Savannah haven’t been killed in the areas of battle. Though I am more free I actually feel more like a slave because I don’t have you and Savannah here with me.

Though you are still in bondage you and Savannah would be so proud of me if you saw me right now. I have dove a lot to help the soldiers fighting for our freedom. I have befriended many of them and everyday they give me words of encouragement. They tell me that the war will be over soon and that so many of our people have already been freed and soon so will the rest of my family.

You would also be proud of the rest of our people. You wouldn’t believe it, but there are former slaves here who are not only free, but they are soldiers in the war. Our people are fighting for our freedom, giving what little life they have to make our lives better. The white soldiers speak very highly of them and have a lot of respect for what these soldiers have given to the war effort.

Our people have also built wealth and have made successful businesses for themselves. I never thought I’d see the day when a man with our skin color had freedom and wealth alongside white folks. I know it sounds like a dream, but I believe we can achieve this dream.

Though we didn’t want to be separated Wesley promised that he would help me free you and Savannah if I came and worked for him while the war was going on. He said there was a group of people like him who would go to the south and act like slavers like he did and send aid to slaves in the best way they could and they would check on you for me.

He even promised to secretly send you letters from me to let you know how I’m doing and that we were coming back to get you. Well that time is now. I’ve been helping out a lot in this war effort and the soldiers. The war is almost over and freedom is almost here. Hide these letters and share them with Savannah so that she never loses hope. I love you, Marietta and I’m coming back for you.

Love, Charles

Love, Freedom

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Joe Patterson

Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.

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  • Isis Lyons 4 months ago

    This story caught me at a time where i must hold to faith more than ever. Everything is falling apart and i’m just allowing everything to crumble in front of me. What i once knew i gone and there’s a new life awaiting me. Thank you for this story. It helped me grab onto hope even tighter.

  • Imola Tóth8 months ago

    Oh, I can't even imagine how the life of these people must have been, only being able to find freedom in the love of someone else.

  • Marie381Uk 8 months ago

    Exceptionally beautiful 🏆✍️💙

  • Lightning Bolt ⚡11 months ago

    This was captivating, Joe. I enjoyed how you rolled it out. I had moments where I would have a question... and a few lines later, you'd answer it. There was a moment, for instance, where I thought, 'How would slaves be able to read or write?' And then you explained how that was possible. Very well told. I'm still trying to figure out what time period to write about for my own entry. ⚡💙⚡

  • Melissa Ingoldsby11 months ago

    Beautiful and sweet and sad

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