African Society Newsprint- A Clipping written by a Black Loyalist & former slave named Tylissa Roy #1

So here we go. I am finally going to tell you exactly what happened to me so many years ago when I was a slave to some nasty british administrator,  a rebel's slave to one of 'em 13 Colonies uppity fellow, and finally a Black Loyalist and free woman.  Well, slaves are never really free. No matter what, you still fear at the brisk call of a white woman and wake up from nightmares where the whites are separatin' you from your children. 

I personally don't wanna tell ya'll about the years as the British Administrator's slave. It was so terrible, but  eventually I was sold to that man there with them 13 Colonies when the British were losing the war. The uppity Colonist man, Mr. Riley, promised me freedom, which I got when the American Revolution ended. I, 

with several thousand other former slaves, went north to Nova Scotia, where life was still very tough. The first goal we had of course was to build shelter. That was not easy. They did not give me and my family supplies quickly, we usually got it last. We were forced to scrounge for our own scrawny supplies until we received the hearty cut lumber from the British.  Our land was not ideal, as it was rough and jagged, filled with rocks and debris. The older boys and younger men in my family had been forced to work for numerous other settlers in town. The wages they bring home are despicable. I do cleanin' and washin' for other folks, and my meager income barely put the dishes on the table, never-mind the food! We earned about the same as slaves, but at least we are free and no one can hurt us no more. I think.