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Nicola Clowes The Barlow RC High School
16th August, 1819. Our Mother was a strong believer in the end of poor inequality. As a child at the age of six, I was not educated as to how my elders saw the way we would be created. Clothed in broken fabrics and feeling like a bruised family, due to the way we worked hard for little pay.
Twelve armed, strong soldiers on top of black horses. Looking over us like we were a piece of rubbish, picked from the ground itself.
It was a peaceful atmosphere and the sun was shining. The sweet sound of children’s laughter and the sense of belonging.
I would say the whole of Manchester was there, 80,000!
But today my family and others will now be heard. Walking towards St. Peter’s as a proud group of individuals. Banners up and our dignity even higher.
Four people climbed up on the raised platform, all of whom were strong minded people ready to tell the city of Manchester their thoughts on the end of poor inequality.
Their slurred speech powered over us. Until our representative, Henry Hunt began his speech. Which we knew would go down in history. My hand tightly clutching my homemade banner. While my Mother held my opposite hand, the speech continued, “This is a peaceful pro-democracy in our home town.”
All of a sudden the sky seemed to darken, almost black. Crows preying over us, the sound was foreboding. A bang went off. Looking into the distance to see the soldiers galloping towards us. We were pushed from side to side.
