The Stamp Act Analysis

“'tis decreed, by his majesty, that thou shouldst and will pay taxes on anything printed on paper under the Stamp Act of 1765!” Those words declared by the foolish, ignorant twit called a sheriff started this madness.
My family is not the richest in Georgia, especially now that my parents took in our four orphaned cousins, Clement, Ester, Phoebe, and Constance. Now there are six children in this household!
“I am sorry to be obliged to acquaint my Readers, that as THE STAMP ACT, is fear’d to be obligatory upon us after the First of November ensuing, (the fatal Tomorrow) the Publisher of this paper unable to bear the burden, has thought it expedient TO STOP awhile, in order to deliberate, whether any Methods can be found to elude the Chains forged for us, and escaped the insupportable Slavery, from the last Representations now made against that Act,

may be effected. - WILLIAM BRADFORD,” my father read aloud.
“I agree,” my mother stated.
It went around the breakfast table; then it reached me. I pretty much agreed, but one idea was majorly different.
“What if parliament and the king are working together?” I wondered aloud.
“ Don’t say that! You could get arrested for spreading salicious rumors and blasphemy!” the whole table exclaimed.
“I’m just stating a suspicion. Last time I checked, that wasn’t a crime!”
“Amos go to your room now! Maybe that will teach you not to spread conspiracy theories!”
While I was sulking, I wrote a letter to the Sons of Liberty. I explained my situation and claimed I had valuable information relating to the king and parliament. I knew this was risky, but this was a risk I just had to take.
A fortnight later, a message had finally come. A roll of parchment was taped to the side of our house. I was lucky that was the first one home! The message said, “ Meet us at the tavern a fortnight from now.“ What risky business! To pass time until the meeting, I dug up every dirty secret I could find on King George III.
The day has finally come!

Tonight I shall meet with the Sons of Liberty. I will share the information I have gathered over the past two weeks on King George III. If my information is useful, I will walk out alive and intact; if not, I will be alive but I don’t how intact I’ll be.
When I arrived at the tavern, I quaked with fear. With my vivid imagination, I could only imagine the worst and most gruesome scenarios. I hope I leave the tavern with all my bodyparts!
Phew! That was a close one. I gave my information to the Sons of Liberty, and even they thought that the king and parliament working together was blasphemous. Then, I told them that King George had gone through at least on prime minister,saying he was ineffective, so how do we know that our current prime minister isn’t in effective as well. This shows that our king’s judgement isn’t the best anyway. I had an even dirtier fact that I decided not to share because it could land me in jail for life.
At supper the next evening, we discussed the Stamp Act again. I brought up the fact that I had met with the Sons of Liberty.
“ You did what?!” my father

exclaimed.
“I met with the Sons of Liberty,” I stated calmly.
“But why?” my father questioned, “The tax doesn't even affect us that much!”
“You wouldn’t understand,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Go to your room! Now!”
“Look, I know I made a mistake, but I am done with those scumbags! They want nothing but violence!” I pleaded.
It was no use. I made a mistake that wouldn’t be fixed easily. After my father had cooled down a bit, we discussed what we should do. After hours of debating, we came to a unanimous decision to just wait it out and stay undecided, even if a war started. We would wait it out and take care of each other, because the only thing we had was family. I guess that’s goodbye! For now anyway…