Trail Of Tears
This is kind of like a skit, that my friend and I did for class. We were both Cherokee Indians. I played the mom. We played the to people on the ground with the little boy holding the moms arms.
Son: I remembered watching you fall to the ground. You hit the ground like a stone.
Mother: I was upset. I wanted to kill him, Andrew Jackson. I never wanted to kill someone so badly and for once I actually meant it.
Son: Yes, the devils son he made us move along the Mississippi river to where Oklahoma now lies. We where surrounded by people who lost many, but we soon found out they we would lose our own too.
Mother: Oh yes That horrible trip cost our family. Your father, he was such a brave man he took the fall for others. He fed others, and let himself starve. and then there was your brother…….(couldn’t go on)
Son: He caught that disease that was sneaking around. It was 1838, it was cold and wet. Everyone was deranged. I tried to hold on to my brother and also my best friend, but he couldn’t take it any longer. He died so young only at 10. Maybe I should have been the one to die.
Mother: You should never say that it happened for a reason. I neededyou to be there for me, I couldn’t make it with out you. That day i fell everything came back to haunt me; your brother’s death, your father, the sorrow, and people with empty hearts filled around us.
Son: I held on to with all my life. I couldn’t watch you leave me because if you were gone then I would be one of those people with there hearts filled with emptiness. I had watched many people die, but what would happen if I couldn’t see that anymore, what if i were the one being watched dieing……
