Tuskegee Descriptive Writing

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The wind whispered outside my flower curtains. My Rosemary garden swayed to the noiseless tune. I sit quietly watching their soft movement, the flowers I worked hard to nurse. The rest of my yard remained parched, with time it had given defeat to the hot Alabama sky.I glared at the cracked dirt, cursing it for giving in to the pressure, praying I won't do the same .I sip the cool lemon ice tea, the cubes of ice brush on my dry lips. It won't be me. I whisper to myself. I traced the crevasses of the white envelope. Opened, it rested on my lap all afternoon. On the top left corner of the envelope, in bold ink it read: "Harvard University". Below it in slanted handwriting it said," To Miss Eunice Verdell Rivers Laurie". I had received the letter on the morning of September 27 of 1977 when I had woken up to grab the daily paper. Shaking I tore open the lid, the smooth cover unveiled the white letter inside. Still standing in front of the rusted mailbox I stared at the blank words in front of me. …show more content…

Eunice Rivers We are addressing you to inform you that a group of our brightest students have taken fancy to the work and research you did at Tuskegee. They along with others would like to interview you at your convenience for the Black Women's Oral making of history Project... I stopped reading to the racing of my own heart. I retired from my work in 1965. 11 years had gone by for me to receive medals of high praise, see families transformed, yet I am a villain to everyone else. Everyone outside of Macon county Alabama saw me for something I refused to become.Forty years of my life I had given to caring for those men like my very own, because we were bound to the same fate, had someone remained silent, had I remained idle. "A traitor to my own race" I was once

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