A beautiful dream.

We were given the task to write a text connected to the movie "Mississippi burning" and the segregation in the U.S during the 1960's. In this blog I will pretend to be a girl living at this time, and tell about a terrible as well as a beautiful dream. I'll also reflect on the relationship between the black and white people. I hope you like it...

Dear diary.


I had a dream last night, a beautiful dream. I don't remember a lot of it, but what i remember, I'll never forget.


So in this dream, there was a man. A white man, who slowly walked against me. We were in the town, but noone else was there. It was all empty, exept form me and the man. I remember that i became afraid. I had no idea of what he would do to me. I thought of terrifying stories. Stories about white men that abused black children, and forced them to do everything they were told to.


My legs wanted to run. I wanted to escape, before he stood there, right in front of me. Before it was too late. Then, when I was supposed to turn around, lift my left leg and run as fast as I could, I realized, that I was stuck. As if someone had glued me to the ground. My mouth opened. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out of it. My thoughts were all in a huge kaos. A kaos whitch grew bigger and bigger, making a noise that drowned every other sound. Including the steps of the white man. He'd now started to move faster, and I just stood there. Helpless. Scared that this would become my last day. Scared that I had to die, only 12 years old.


I didn't know that it was a dream. Everything felt so real, even though I could't make a move or a sound. Even though all I could do was waching the man getting closer and closer. I really thought i would die. That he would take a revolver up from his pocket, or maybe a knife, so that he could kill me in the most painful way. Then, instead of this, the most unexpected thing happened.


" I'm not going to hurt you" The white man said, standing only one meter in front of me. He didn't make a move now, he just looked at me. I had finally managed to close my eyes when he said this, and the sentence repeated itself in my mind several times. A warm hand landed on my shoulder. I was still unable to say anything. Not because no words would come out of my mouth, but because I couldn't find them. My mind was empty. Carefully I opened my eyes, meeting the look of the white man. "Don't be afraid", he said, " everything will be fine."


I call this a beautiful dream. When I woke up, I still had a wonderful feeling, until I realized that something like that never would happen in real life. It's weird how we can be such enemies, when we're all humans. It's weird that the one with the lightest skin should be the prettiest. The greatest. The most powerful. I really believe this is weird, but who knows? Maybe this will change once, and that everything will be fine.


I had a dream last night. A beautiful dream, and maybe it once will come true.