The long, hard journey of the Cherokee from Georgia to Oklahoma in1838

My family and my friends families are gathered together and told to walk at the point of a bayonet

THEY LEAD US UP TO A STOCKADE. THERY HERD US INTO THIS PEN LIKE WE ARE CATTLE

NOTHINF SEEMS REAL. I DONT KNOW WHAT ANY OF THIS MEANS😩

WE WALKED FOR MANY DAYS. I DONT KNOW HOW LONG IT HAS BEEN CINCE WE HAVE LEFT. EACH DAY WE START WALKING A LITTLE LATER. THEY BURY THE DEAD IN SHALLOW GRAVES

MOTHER. IMKEPT TOUCHING HER, AS HOT TEARA STREAMED DOWN MY FACE. SHE COULDNT LEAVE ME. SHE WOULENT LEAVE ME

NONE OF THEM CARE ABOUT ME OR My PEOPLE. ALL IMSEE ISMTHE COLOR OF THEIR SKIN AND I HATE THEM