The Boston Massacre Analysis

The Boston Massacre

It started as a good afternoon. We were already having diner. Just the four of us, me Thomas Sims, my wife Anna Lee Sims, and my two sons Tom and Mason Sims. IT was quite a fine dinner of wild turkey,wine and bread. One of which only a lower class merchant would have with his family if they were celebrating something that was of huge significance. well tonight we were celebrating the British taking over empty store houses and factory warehouses instead of our shop and our house. then out of the corner of my eye I saw a British patrol. they have been getting more and more frequent as the riots have been getting to be more often and much more violent. this one was no different it was only the 29th taking their rounds. me and my sons have made it a habit and a competition to figure out the groups

of British and their names.

this was not out of the normal i was just a British group on patrol that at this time at night they were right on time. then all of a sudden we heard yelling coming from the quartering house down the street of our house so i go to the window to investigate why there was this much noise at six o'clock at night. Then I see that ;it it was Edward Garrik a tough young barber's apprentice who was known for getting involved in the riots and being one of the first to jump into a fight. He was arguing with a british officer that i didn't know of. Then with a quick movement of the officer's hand he hit him with the stock of his rifle and instantly put him on the ground.“Get the kids to there rooms,” I told my wife. Knowing that things were about to get real ugly. when she returned downstairs there was already a crowd starting to form where Edward had been hit. “Whats going on,” she asked. Instantly I pointed to the crowd that was

forming and told her what had happened. “So what do you think will happen,” she asked.

“Not sure but it can not be good,” I responded.

“I know, but do you think they will start to set fire to the buildings.” She asked

“I don't know,” I responded “but I don't think so their beef is with the red coats not us they might be mad but they still can see that we are all in the same boat here.” I add almost immediately. We sat there and listened to the sounds of the crowd until it finally became audible from the inside of our house. “The citizens were yelling you won't shoot us you blood covered beteel heads.” by now my two sons were asleep and there was nothing that anyone could do about the crowd until there were eight shots fired we saw five lay there helplessly clearly dead and the crowd left the site in a hurry. after that me and my wife to go upstairs to go to sleep and after that i have no idea what happened after that and don't honestly don't care. eight months later i decided that I would testify against the British in court. Beside my effort though most of the officers got off without any punishment at all. although some of the officers that were involved in the shooting were punished weakly with only a brand I still do believe that the families of the people who died in the massacre could be glad to say that one of the members of their family died in order to get the red coats out of boston.