Draft for the role play/ freedmen

To the men who conduct our freedom
We the sharecroppers who have dug into the depths of soil;
our hands filled with dirt, scars, and blood serving the white men. Although we
sweat from working to the bones our lives are in no repay of sufficient sleep,
food, or water. This generation had continued for centuries and our people are
suffering.
We are freedmen of servitude and citizens of the United
States who legally hold rights equal to white men. Abraham Lincoln
We the sharecroppers come before you, the fathers who hold our
future, in concern of an obvious and injustice issue that continues without a
spoken word of your people. Hot days and cold nights we dig into the earth’s
soil; our hands covered in dirt, scars, burns, bruises, and blood to plant
seeds and harvest crops. Despite our fatigued bodies, we have worked to live without
choosing whether or not we want to or not. The conditions of our homes, food,
and water are pitiable and diminutive. Do we not deserve better? Are we not of
equal men? Are we not freedmen as mentioned in the 13th amendment?
We are sharecroppers who were granted 40 acres of land by federal authorities,
however did not follow through. Instead we are sweating and working to create a
large crop field as payment of our home and food loans.
Our people are entitled to the equal civil rights of white
American citizens. Radicals of the government we ask for your support for
justice. We have suffered long enough. You had granted protection of our
rights, but we have not yet seen any assistance promised.