The Boston Massacre
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- Hello, my name is Jonathan Seider, I was an American colonist that lived in 1770 Boston. I had one son (Christopher Seider) and my wife Margaret died shortly after his birth. I loved my new life in America, there was only one problem. Britians scandalous way of taxing us for their problems. To make matters worse, I lived right next to a dirty British loyalist that had owned a chair store. But enough with that today I am gonna be telling the story of how my death, along with five others changed America's fate and played a big role in the revolution.
- The date is February 22, 1770, I had just finished dinner with my son and started cleaning the dishes, it was a cold gloomy evening there was still snow on the ground but bits of the road were visible underneath it. I glanced out the window when putting some plates away and noticed a group of Patriotic Colonists marching over to the chair store angrily, I was confused for a split second then remembered that the owner of the store was an extreme loyalist that often tried to defend British soldiers.
- Loyalists, along with the British are the scum of this earth, I thought to myself. I saw the angry colonizers begin to hurl rocks at the windows of the store breaking the glass, that caught the attention of my son as he hurried over to the window. As the scene was rolling out I decided to continue with the dishes. Suddenly I heard glass shattering behind me followed by the sound of a gunshot.
- I snapped my head around and saw my son lying in a welling pool of blood on the ground. He had been shot in the neck and was unable to breathe, I could hear the sound of him drowning in his own blood. I fell to my knees and let out a loud cry for help, but I already knew it was the end. Over many endless nights with next to no sleep, Jonathan's grieving had turned into anger and lust for justice, All I could think about was killing every British soldier in Boston.
- After twelve endless nights, Jonathan had had enough, and his revenge had reached its limit. He stormed out of his house looking for justice.It had only taken me minutes after leaving my house to find a British soldier dwelling about in my streets. The second I saw him I grabbed a rock and hurled it as hard as I could at him. I turned around and urged other people to join me, just as I had anticipated more people joining. One rock after another more people joined and more rocks were thrown. The soldier cried for help well getting pelted with rocks. Only moments had passed until several soldiers have arrived at his aid. The soldiers lined up pointing their guns right in our faces, I grabbed another rock from the ground and prepared to throw it.
- Suddenly one shot was fired to the left of me, I turned my body over to the soldier standing right in front of me, I looked him right in the eye then down the barrel of his gun, ''Bang!''My death along with four others changed the course of America's future and helped push for independence. My death changed the whole country.
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