The bricks of the Bastille came apart by my hands. I saw the crimson color of blood flying from the bodies of the First and Second Estates. I awoke to the revolting smell of blood spilt for many mornings. “Fight for your rights of liberty and freedom, France! You are its spirit, you alone can overthrow this cycle of oppression,” I yelled to the peasants. These are the dramatic scenes of a decade of a bloody revolution that were seared into my heart forever. I thought becoming a Jacobin would lead to a republic where everyone would have equal rights. The idea of an exciting revolution and a new life was so tantalizing that I had to join the Jacobins. How incorrect could I be? The revolution was ineffective and only brought bloodshed, terror, and fear. No one was given a new life except Robespierre, and only because he became another dictator, worse than the one he had disposed of. King Louis XVI was a ruler who thought that he was above every French citizen. He took all of the taxes and turned it into the most beautiful palace I have seen. He walked among beautiful gardens, large fountains, and sparkling, golden rooms, while I walked in a city of dirt and dust. He was too lazy to run his country properly and develop a true system to solve France’s debts. Thus, resentment was created in the Third Estate and more specifically, awakened …show more content…
I marched alongside the 6,000 women and the French army. When the royal guards wouldn’t let us in, we killed two, and placed their heads on pikes, so the King and Queen could see our message. The women were vicious and their screams of fury were heard throughout the palace. However, the extravagant King calmed everyone with his fanciful manners and diplomatic speech. I was unimpressed by his quick distraction. We made the royal family walk on our hard roads all the way to Paris, so they could see the consequences of their expensive lifestyle and stupidity of their