They were all tied and looked as his group did—beaten, confused, and scared.
Soon Jayvyn’s group was pushed into the great fenced-in area. The ropes between them were removed, but their hands remained tied. Once inside, he saw the captors separating them into new groups. One contained men, one contained women, one had boys of similar age and size, another had girls.
Jayvyn briefly caught a glimpse of his mother and little sister as they were led into the corral. He called out once, but his view was blocked as they were separated into different groups. He hadn’t even been able to speak to them since the moment they were taken. Everything had happened so fast.
Groups of white men moved through the pen, taking everyone’s clothing away. With shears and razors, they cut and shaved off all their hair. Some put up a fight, but those who resisted were immediately and severely beaten with clubs. Some didn’t get up but lay still where they fell.
They were defenseless against these white monsters, who would brutally kill if provoked.
Soon, they were left standing completely naked and shaved amongst each other without a shred of dignity. Jayvyn was mortified with embarrassment for himself as well as others.
Groups were being forced down a narrowing, fenced corridor toward men with hammers and tools sitting by hot fires. Their ropes were being removed, and strong iron rings hammered around their ankles. A short chain then connected one captive’s ankle to another’s. The men had their
Peter D Brown, Author 