Stamp Act Monologue

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Oh I remember it well, just a year after that horrid Sugar Act, the Stamp Act is forced upon us. It’s so irking really, causing flames of rage to boil over in the colonies. The tension between the colonies and the British is practically palpable. Tax after tax, law after law, gosh it’s such a burden. I remember the night so clearly, the angry conversation that spurred at the dinner table. Oh father was angry at supper, mother too! I remember father talking about how utterly atrocious this act was and mother silently agreed; but I could see the rage written all over her face, the frustration that clouded her eyes. My small brother, however only a few years younger, understood well what was happening. He shouted and spat about what monstrous creatures the British were, that if the French and Indian War had never happened these problematic taxes wouldn’t have happened either. Father ranted and raged about how pointless they were, just looking for a way to milk money out of us colonists. Why he said the colonists didn’t even have a say! No! Of course not! Why would we? After all, King George the III seems to be turning into quite a tyrant, and the colonies like less and less of a dream. And I, beginning …show more content…
this silly, pointless, infuriating act was quite clever. To put a tax on something so common, so simple, something used in everyone’s daily lives. Paper. Paper of all things. I admit the idea is smart, but the British are becoming more and more vindictive; more and more demanding. Us colonists, obeying to their every demand, answering to their every whim, like a tree bowing in the wind; we felt hopeless. To say the least we we’re so violently affected by these laws and taxes many colonists began to form an underground society. The Sons of Liberty. I approve, I just want these burdensome British to be gone. I want to be free. All the while, why I continued to be lost in my own thought my family we’re spitting angry whispers; I began to listen in.