Boston Bravery by Dakota Edgell (children's ebooks online TXT) 📕

It all started years ago. 1763. It was a year all would remember. It started a long line of rebellion and anger towards the British. I was just an aging man at the time. At forty, I was hoping that it would all end. The fighting and taxing. It was a never-ceasing battle. Colonists versus British. It kept developing and turning darker as it went, getting more violent as it went.
My name is Crispus Attucks, and I was shot in Boston in the year 1770. That wound killed me. I died on the spot. Now I look down on the Earth from my place in heaven, examining what mankind has become and how we have developed since my time. And now, I feel it right to tell my story. Even if some do not care or cannot hear me.
Like I have said, it started in 1763. We had been battling the French and some Native Americans. I didn't favor the idea for I was os Wampanoag and African descent, but whoever sided with the enemy must leave or perish. I stayed out of it, trying to keep myself alive. After our winning the war, we gained much land from the French and some from the Spanish. But our winnings weren't enough. We wanted more land. Pushing westward, we fought natives and kept taking more and more, not caring of their negotiations or wants. We just kept going.
The British didn't want another war, having just fought one, and so they passed a bill that would limit our expansion. The Proclamation of 1763. It declared that our people could not move beyond the Appalachian Mountains, or we would be breaking the law. It angered the people, but they obeyed. Why did it anger them? Many people had homes and land beyond the mountains, and that limit pushed them back and took away their land.

Publication Date: 12-05-2011

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