The
Trail of Tears is a path the Cherokee Indians had to go on. How did it begin
you ask? Well it all started with the whites and the Indians trying to
compromise with each other. The whites said that you will have to be like us if
you want any money, land, and if you what protection from us. The Indians
agreed to be like the whites. Some of the Indians did not want to be like the
whites. They learned how to write, read, farm, they went to school, they went
to church, and they had jobs. They wore white mans clothes and lived in homes. A
man named Sequoyah made the Cherokee alphabet even though he didn’t know how to
read or write. They even had their own government system and used the whites
way of government when they made their own, but all these changes were not
enough for the whites for the Indians to be just like them. So they started to
make a treaty to remove them once and for all. The whites wanted their land for
good farming and when gold was discovered there they also wanted gold. This act
was called “The Indian Removal Act”. They said you have two years to move or we
will force you out. The Indians
didn’t want to move, so they came with a plan of their own. They sent John Ross
to speak to the president about it. Well he did get to speak with president
Andrew Jackson, but the only thing he said was “ It’s the GA’s and counsels problem
not mine.” So they sent many treaties of their own, but they only looked at two
of them. After a while of fighting the government John Ross and other people
who were trying to help the Indians had to sign the removal. On the day of 1838
three days after the deadline the Indians were forced out of their homes carrying
only what they had on them. Then they started their trip up west to Oklahoma.
12,000 out of 16,000 Indians died of coldness or diseases. Only a few made it,
but others were not so lucky. That is the story of the Trail of Tears. I hope
you see how wrong this removal act was. Maybe today we will treat the Indians
of today better then we did
hundreds of years ago.
The Trail of
Tears!
I have seen
death
I have seen
war
I have heard
many guns
I have to
learn the ways of the whites
Read
Eat
Farm
Write
Cloth
Life
Church
School
A Government
I want to be
me again
Now we have to
leave the land I love
Some people
have be tread use
Andrew Jackson
too
We sacrificed
our life for him
Be tread by
our own people
Solders
everywhere
They poled me
a way from my room
I had a big
heavy soft blanket on me
Caring my baby
brother in my arms
My mother is
holding my hand
Walked for
many a mile
My feet ace
Body aces
We travel with
out stopping
I cry while my
mother holds me and baby brother close
Travel for 7
months
We are cold
and people are dying
Hard to survive
We make it to
Oklahoma
- Teresa
Dominguez