My Thoughts About The Historian s Work - 2013 Words

I. Account for why and when the author decided to do the work and what he encountered while doing the research. What are your thoughts about the historian s work? I started this book with preconceived notions and ended up with emotions that make the ocean in a hurricane look calm. The author started this book on the right note with me; I felt I would get a fairly unbiased historical account of the situation, although at times he seemed to provide and inner voice for Nat Turner. â€Å"When I wrote this biography of Nat, I tried to tell his story with empathy and accuracy. Through the Technique of dramatic narration, I wanted to transport readers back to Nat’s time so that they might suffer with him and see the world of slavery and the Old†¦show more content†¦How the author started the book, as well as the actual content, had me believing he was all about the historical content and its impression on history. At the end however, reading his Epilogue, I was left with a bad taste in my mouth about his actual character. I have been told by numerous people with the old mindset (grandparents generation), that in the South â€Å"white people hate blacks as a group but can name several individuals that don’t fit their prejudice (friends), and in the North it is the exact opposite. Yankees are not prejudice on the black community as a whole, but do not have any black friends.† I found this theory to be an interesting one, but again I ha ve heard it from more than one person, so I wondered if it actually held weight to it. I felt the author gave this idea some weight. Oats gives some wishy washy account of traveling back in time in his mind to put himself in the setting. He states, â€Å"And will and Sam and the other horseback insurgents swept into the yard, leaped from their mounts , and broke into the house with axes; and I could hear the gunshots and the decapitated cries of the dying people; I became one of Francis’s slaves who stood in inert terror in the shade of the barn, all the while Fredrick Douglass’s words echoed like thunder in my head (all are brutalized, all)†¦ and then I ran, I ran all the way back up the path to where my car was parked, and my wife,