John Hancock set down the plate and we began walking once again. “Tell me, how are we viewed in England?”
This was one question that I was eager to answer. Perhaps the rebels would realize their mistake when they discovered what was in jeopardy. “Half of them want Britain to withdraw her support to leave us to the savages. The other half think the king has been lenient for too long, that he should crush this rebellion once and for all.”
“Since you have been so good as to explain England’s sentiments, allow me to explain those of your countrymen.” Hancock stopped and turned toward me. “They are tired of being treated like wayward children in need of a good whipping in order to correct their bad behavior. These colonies are no longer babes-in-arms; we have been growing and standing upright on our own feet for more than one-hundred years now. We are of age, but Britain still refuses us the rights of adulthood that belong to Englishmen.”
I did not know how to respond to this. For the first time, a rebel had said something that struck a chord deep within me. I had often felt my father scolded me like I was still George’s age. Sometimes, all I wanted was to hear my father speak to me like an equal. Could this be how the rebels felt? This I would have to puzzle on before making a judgment.
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