My Final Address before I say goodbye:

In the year 1867, calm discussions were enough to shift an entire nation towards compliance, whereas 74 years earlier, my screams for help were barely a whisper in the wind. Isn’t it odd how the voices of the minority seem to be drowned out by those of power? This was something I hoped to be changed after the many pieces of Canada came together to form a unified whole. 

I was never really involved in Confederation. It was more like a game to be watched; the different parts of Canada being the players that fought one another, and the goal being the solution to their disagreements. I overheard my master talking about Canada all the time. The rebellions, the Durham guy, the Act of Union, and now, as of yesterday, the Constitution act. July 1, 1867, the day that the long struggle between the separate parts of Canada was resolved. Whether this union was for the better or the worse, I cannot tell at this point. All I can do is hope that this “New Canada” will work out. It is up for time to see whether they will keep their word and agree to listen to the voices of the people, or if they’ll result to putting their own wants above others. 

Personally, I hope that my old home is the start of an amazing nation. I pray that the diverse cultures will be able to cooperatively make agreements as ‘the New Canada’, and that those who have been discriminated against in the past, will be appreciated. I am against the society which thinks that it is fine to degrade people because of their skin color, that the minority has no say and no right, and that language, traditions, and everything else that makes up a culture, should not be shared. I am against everyone who believes that slavery is fine, and I’m battling the lifestyle of being put below everyone else. I have a name. It is Chloe Cooley. They don’t seem to know though. Well, they don’t need to, since they already have a name for me: slave. 

I know what it feels like to be stepped down upon, and I wouldn’t wish for anyone else to receive this treatment. Although I have no power, I give my full support to those that work towards making a difference in this world, and creating a nation that will have equality and freedom. I hope that this new, unified Canada will live up to its potential.

In the end of the day, I may have not had much of an impact on Confederation, although they have put up a plaque dedicated to me and my fight against slavery.

Photo courtesy of www.archives.gov.on.ca

I wish to be remembered as the start of a change. I wish to be remembered as a fighter that strived for everyone to have equal rights, and for the abolishment of slavery.

Two of my journal entries were discovered. If you would like to read the entries from March 14, 1782 until July 9th, 1793, click here. If you would like to read the entry from February 10th, 1841, click here.

I retweeted this because I can relate to this lady. I do not wish for anyone to receive this treatment because of their skin colour.

I retweeted this because this man is an inspiration to all the people currently enslaved in America.

I just escaped my slave owner and I’m on the run to Canada! #talonsconfed

— Josiah Henson (@attendedfruit) March 25, 2015

On March 14, I cried for help as I was being sent away over the Niagara River to America.

I overheard the news about that Durham guy from my master.

I later realized that although he changed many things, he had not affected slavery.