Joining the fight

It was Saturday, the day was calm, a light breeze refreshed that typical Bahia heat. Isabel was calm, her heart was calm, people went on with their lives, even though it was the year that slavery was abolished, some blacks caught, died, and many revolted causing revolution. That day, pretinha was happy, did not want to know to heat her head about it, but unfortunately if she had to fight, what could she do? And so it was ... About four o'clock in the afternoon, heard if a cry, a confusion, a shouting ... Chico goes to the trunk, Chico goes to the trunk. Pretinha ran, running over the crowd, stood in front of Chico, a tall and strong black one meter and seventy, near him she was gone ... He raised his feet more than he could and screamed to the full force of his lungs ... I I'm going to the trunk with him. The chibata was going to sing on poor Chico's back, right there in a public square, but it stopped in the air. An abolitionist mouse, stepping in front of a slave master ??? Bold you in Negrinha do not fear the danger Do you know who I am? Do you know what I can do?

I don't know ... But if Chico is going to be beaten I'll be beaten too.

Get out of my way, you black girl ... I don't get out, come get me out.

When the chibata was going to hit her face, a white hand came in front of her ... BEAT ME screamed the owner of the hand, his voice deep, strong ... It was the owner of the house where she lived. In me too ... It was Tony, and in me ... It was your mother. Either that, or let go of the chico, the three spoke to him. Red with anger, the owner of Chico turned to him with a look of contempt and said:

Get out of my way, if you come back, you know you are waiting. Chico sat on the floor, sweat running down his forehead, face and wetting his shirt ... Breathing hard, he walked slowly to the fountain along with black and the others, then his destination would be the barn, where were the other freed blacks. They had nowhere to go. There was nothing there, but there was enough to live away from violence. After showering with coconut soap, he washed his sweat-soaked shirt, hugged black, Tony, his mother, their homeowner, and went on his way. From that day on there were some questions in the air ... How many more would have to be saved like this? when would injustice end? When would blacks really be free? Things no one yet understood, but sooner or later these questions would have answers.