Elisi, the matriarch elder,sat at the edge of the village solemnly ,contemplating the future her tribe with trepidation. It was the 1830’s and something was definitely up, the white men population was growing, and fast. They were greedy and wanted more land to flourish in prosperity, becoming rich.The Cherokee tribe was a peaceful tribe and were content where they were. But Elisi feared change was coming.
On a normal sunny day a single child sprinted through a bustling crown of natives carrying an important message from the chief, her orders were to deliver it to the town elder, who the people of her nation would consult for any problems they had. The child, who was out of breath, rapidly came to a halt at the deserted edge of the village bearing a message. “ Elisi,” she said respectfully, “ the white men have come and want us to move to a new land far, far away!” The wise Elder looked at the child for a moment and then replied, “Sit down” The little girl sat beside her on a rock, “ see this earth we are sitting on?” This is the earth our ancestors have been living on for centuries”. “They have nourished and taken care of this land and we are not going to leave it” she proclaimed. “Tell them we have no intent of leaving”.
The little girl kissed her grandma respectfully then ran back. As the child was running back, she stopped for a moment and thought if this would change anything in the future of her Cherokee tribe. A moment passed by and the child pushed her thoughts behind and sprinted back to the chief who was awaiting her arrival. She told the guards outside the reply from the elder,they thanked her and then she was dismissed. Although she left when asked,the daughter of the chief snuck around the back and listened carefully, trying not to make a sound. By the time she got to her regular hiding spot, the chief was telling them that the had no intention of moving, and that was final. When the child turned around and saw the men, their faces were not white anymore, they were bright red burning with anger.
The pale men did not come back for a while and we thought everything was calm and peaceful again, well all of us except for Elisi. She was troubled that something devastating was about to happen, and warned that we should prepare for it. No one believed her because this was our land, and no one could force us from it, could they? But we had to tell her that we agreed with her, because she was the town elder, and was not to be disrespected.
One day as I ran out of the door wanting to tell me grandmother I finished my first quilt! When I arrived, I stopped and stood still for a moment, soaking in the strange unfamiliar sounds I was hearing. My ears twitched like a rabbit waiting for a movement or sound, then out of nowhere I heard someone cry, “STAMPEDE”! I grabbed my grandma quickly and pulled her in close behind the tree waiting for the wild horses to pass, but all that came were tame horses with pale men riding them!
They told us to get up, get packed, and start moving or they would use their weapons. The rest of the day was a blur. All I heard was crying, gunshots, and the panicking voices of my frightened tribe. I asked my mom where our new home would be, but she didn't know, nobody knew.
Over five thousand Cherokees perished on this perilous journey, and walked for one thousand two hundred miles. With starvation, whooping cough, typhus, dysentery, and cholera they struggled through the harsh terrain to only get to a place where they would barely survive, but in the end be moved again. So overall the Indian removal act is a stain in the American history and will never be forgotten.