"I just don 't know what to do anymore", said father as he sat and shook his head. "Those lobster backs are controlling our lives! The way we live!" He now shouted as his anger grew. It was March 22, 1765, and my father had gotten word of the new law at work today. He worked as a merchant, and when he had gotten a new shipment of paper learned that Great Britain now put a tax on every document of paper in the US. Great Britain was in a financial drought because of the French and Indian war, and had resorted to taxing us for their faults. The law did not benefit Americans at all, only the British. He grew more furious still. "Well I 'll tell you what, I 'm going to march over to that tax collectors house and I 'm going to do a bit of talking with my fists!" This was when my mother decided it was time to step in. "Now James you know you can 't do that! Those redcoats would beat you so quick you might not even get a hit in." "What should I do then Elizabeth? Just sit here and let them take food out of our mouths?!" My father shouted back. I knew that I shouldn 't be hearing them argue. I should have just ducked my head and went to my room. But this time, I decided to speak up. "I agree! Father is right!" The tone and loudness of my voice surprised even me. "I heard the other kids talking at school, …show more content…
*** As the days continued people progressively began to grow enraged at the tax. Tax collectors were driven out of their jobs at an alarming rate, but alas, Great Britain would not get rid of the tax. It both infuriated and fueled us colonists to push harder, to be as much of a nuisance as possible to the British. Times were dreadful, but our spirits were as tough as nails. Then, on March 20, 1766, nearly a year later, the Stamp Act was repealed. The people were thrilled! The public was jubilant that they wouldn 't have to pay a conventional tax on all of their paper documents anymore. This would keep the pacification until