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== Name: My name is Omaryan Tyler. I am a fugitive or free slave that escaped via the underground railround. I recently lived in the north western part of NewJersey. I am the bastard son of some slave and my mother died when I was younger. I had three siblings that I never got the chance to know. When I was 19 I ran away from slavery that was 10 years ago so I'm about to turn 30. I'm totally agiants slavery. Acting on this believe is what got me in to trouble.== = =

=A page from the journal of Omaryan= = =

Entry Number 1:
==This all started when they passed the Fugitive slave laws of eighteen fifty. This law, which im sure you have heard of, stated that any fugittive slave that lived free in the north was to be return to the south and to their owner. Of coure this devistated the whole slave population in the North. It also demanded that any white person was to aid in the motion to find these run aways,like me. So now the white men that were once on my side were force to turn against there abolitionist ways. they were binded by law and southern officers to catch any negros regardless of the evidence that says they are really free citizens.== ==== ==For the most part this law devistated the life of all negros. Most of my friends migrated to Canada just to escape the cruel laws. But I foolishly decided to stay behind, thinking that i wouldn't be effected. Suddenly one day when I was walking out of my door i saw a band of five men starting to gather around me. At the head was a Government Official who was appointed head of slave catching. The men around him were former friends of mine those who helped me escape slavery. But i knew now that with the officer their they sould do nothing to save me. So when the officer beckened for me to come, I droped my basket and walked shamefuly towards him.==

Entry Number 2:
==The men then took me and sent me to a building that in many ways resembled a prison the way they had slaves lock up like criminals.They sat me in a room with the officals and demanded me to tell them everything i knew about the underground railroud. At this a laygh and spit right in the officers face. He countered with a quick slap that split my lip in two. The three other men in the room stood up in a menacing way. So i told them about the underground railroad. But i was careful to tell them only what they already knew. I said the way that I escaped was throught the help of abolitionist. I told them that the houses are located along the route frome the south to the north though I don't remember their exact locations. I also told them of the one they call "Moses". Her name is Harriet Tubman she was born in Maryland as a slave. She left her plantation when she found out that her and her family were to be sold. After freeing her self she return to the south to help free other slaves. I was one of them. So far she has maed 18 trips back to the south and rescued mdore than 300 slaves. She even rescued her parents.== == == ==I then looked them straight in the eye and said she is an angel guided by the great lord to free her people and not even you and your sinful ways can stop her. I was again answered by a chorus of slaps and punches. Afterwards I told them about my journey to the north and how Harriet was truly a leader. She was a brave woman and she knew exactly where to go. She kept me going. One time when i told her i was turning back she turned a gun to me and said "ethier live free or die a slave". You can tell which one I chose.==

Entry Number 3:
==When we all got sick of looking at each other we called it quites. As soon as they left I got out a pen and a sheet of paper. I had already decided that I wasn't going to make it out. So at least I could write a short account of my life and what happened. This is probobly what you are reading right now. I hoping that some famous abolitionist, or better yet, a negro man like Fredrick Douglas will get a hold of this and do something about it. I could be apart of history.== ==Fredrick Douglas was the son of a slave woman and he only knew that his father was son white man. He was only seven when his mother died. When he was eight he was sent to Balrimore, this is where he learned to read and write. This skills are what helped shape his life. Agianst all odds he escaped from slavery and used his speeking skills to become a great African American abolitionist. He waws the head of the Massachusetts Anti-Slavery Society. He even wrote his own biography. And now I'd finished mine. I knew the men were going to take me back to slavery in the south so I decided to live by what Harriet said. I'd either "live free or die a slave". Having made this decision I ran and jumped out the window of the interigation room, but I wasn't fast enough to escape the sight of the white men. A single musket shot sounded off. I hti the ground hard but before I got caught i threw this here journal into the bushes on the side and awaited what was to come.==

4. What are some of the long-term effects of slavery that are linked to the people and events of the past?
Some of the long-term effects of slavery is the little bit of tention that is still left between white and black ,