slave story

My name is Morex. I was born in Laredo Texas. I am 93 years old. I will tell you my testimony because i want for people to know that not all of the slaves owners were bad.

My old master had killed my father. My father died because

he refused to whip an slave, so in answer to that Mr. Smith [my old owner]

whip my father in the head and when my f

ather landed on the floor he hit him self on the head with a rock which cause him his death,

that was when i was six years old.

Two years later at the age of nine i saw that Mr. Smith was on top of the roof

watching all of his men working hard, so i decided to go where he was and just out of no

where i decided to push him when he landed on the floor the impact was so big that he

couldn't move his body but just his eyes and every time

i seen him he will look at me trying to kill me with is look, and all i said was

"What goes around comes back around", and i left with my new owner

2 moths after his name was Shelby he was a good man.

We help in the reconstructure after the Civil War ended.

Every day i used to wake up at 6.am to help my master by keeping the house clean

and making the food after that i used to go to church to pray for other

slaves and hoping that this slavery came up to an end,

not just for me, but for my people. Mr. Shelby got a disease and he died

two years after at the age of 85. He thought me all the education he could of,

when he died he left me incharge of his house and other worker he

had which i send free after all.

I went to Africa, to look for my mother which had scaped from Texas together with another 20 slaves.

It was hard to find her because i never been in Africa but when

i finally found her she was very sick, and two weeks after that she past away.

I decied to go back to Texas, when i found out that Mr Abraham Lincoln was the new

president and that the slavery had finished i was very happy because i knew that all of our

dream had become true.