Personal Narrative: Can T The Law

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A flash of light, and suddenly, noise. Everywhere there was noise. That was the time police officers broke into our home, searching for criminals. But in truth the only criminals that day were the ones that broke into our home just because we were different. Five years ago to this day, the police came to my home to find us. Our parents had committed the worst crime years before, a crime against the society. They had married, and had children.
That’s the biggest possible crime, interracial marriage. That’s what they had done. That’s why they stormed our house. That’s why they searched for evidence in our home, to further condemn them. That’s why my siblings and I had to run. That’s why that day will forever be engraved in my mind, and my …show more content…

Running around thinking they’re royalty.” “I think it’s time to tell the children.” our father said.
We gathered and listened while our parents explained. They had been raised and married in Pennsylvania. They had left due to problems with their community. They had peacefully left. However there had been whites that were suspicious of our father’s ethnicity and our parents’ marriage. Those people weren’t confirmed KKK members, but hated blacks. Now a search had been organized, our parents were in danger. Punishment for interracial marriage is death by lynching for blacks and life in prison for whites. A month later they arrived. It was early morning, the sun wasn’t out. They knocked, yelling for the door to be open. My mom rushed to us, giving us directions. Dad went to get his gun. The house was woken up by screaming and yelling. Then a flash of light, and suddenly, noise. Everywhere there was noise. We screamed. “What’s happening?” yelled my older brother. “Children I need you to go and.." mom. “What, go where? Said my older sister. “Children, you better listen to your mother. Some bad folks are heading

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