Christopher Columbus Dialectical Journal Essay

Alas, in the midst of our exchange, Columbus became extremely furious. His pale skin went from white to boiling red in rage. I had no clue why he was so frustrated, when just a second earlier he was the happiest person on earth. He shouted at his men, but I couldn't understand a word he said. The only thing I knew was that we had done something wrong, so all I could say was, “Sorry,” over and over again.
* * * It was the break of dawn, and the sun was barely peaking through the woven straws of the bohío. Yuisa and the children were still sound asleep beside me. As I walked outside, I saw very few people up and ready to start the day. Panning the island, our guests were nowhere to be found. “I guess they're still asleep,” I thought. Out
I then tried a different technique. I went completely relaxed. Being thrown off by my lack of resistance, the men loosened their grasp, and in that split second, I managed to escape. “HELP! HELP!” I shrieked, as I ran for my life. The only response was the screaming of other men, for I was not the only one in the midst of being captured. As the men grabbed my legs, causing me to fall to the sand, I could see other men being dragged along with me, all by the same group of men with whom I had shared dinner and to gave our belongings. They all had one destination – the rowboats. Once there, they tied us up and stuffed cloths into our mouths. They shoved us into the rowboats one by one, with no remorse whatsoever. To think, we had welcomed these people with open arms, only to be treated this way in the end. All the uproar woke everyone up, but it was too late. Columbus and the Españoles had paddled us far off the shore. All I could see through my tears was Yuisa desperately trying to swim out towards us, but it was no use. The last thing I heard was her voice screaming my name as we were raised onto one of the