La Quete Monologue

Although this happened years ago, I must get it off my chest. I knew it. The second I heard mothers shriek on that Tuesday morning while reading a letter with tears running down her face, I knew what it meant. My first instinct was to give her a hug and not let go. I did not want young and innocent Sam and Rosa to hear her so I told her to compose herself as I tried to myself as well. I don’t even know why I’m writing this since you are dead, but I have to express myself even if it is simply through pen and paper. How could you be gone? Why has god taken you away from us when we need you so bad? To this day, I have so anger and grief built up in my heart and it still can’t possibly be real. You were supposed to return and we were supposed to
Surrender. La Conquête (Conquest of 1760). We became a British city. Yes, you gave your life for us, the French, to the surrender to the English in the end. You might be wondering what sparked me to talk about this in 1770, when it all took place in 1763 (Cornelius, 2016). Since hearing the news about your passing, I haven’t been able to bring myself write anymore. However, the other day when I was passing through an art gallery, I had spotted this one painting that gave me sudden goosebumps. It was called, “The Death of General Wolfe.” You may have died in the Battle of the Plains Abraham where the British Army General Wolfe was also killed for all I know, but this was such a pivotal moment at the end of our New France in Montreal. The illustration shines a heavenly light on General Wolfe making him like look a Christ-like figure as he is killed, with British soldiers, and even a doctor, rushing towards him and in sudden shock (National Gallery of Canada, 2011). To the left of the painting, my eye caught the attention of a runner. He seems to be waving a captured flag to the people in the front of the painting. To me, this signifies when us, the French, were defeated and Wolfe would been seen as a national hero (Annand,1964, p.46). Well not for me. The city that I loved so deeply and all the civilians within, our life would be changed forever. The shift in power from the king of France to British generals such as Murray, Burton, and Gage
Citizen. Who am I? What am I a citizen of? If you asked me this the last time I wrote a letter, I would say French-speaking inhabitant, and a Montreal citizen. Simple wasn’t it, well not anymore. When you go from a New France to British city, there is so much uncertainty in the air, that many French soldiers and administrators immediately left the colony and returned to France (Cornelius, 2016). Well not our family, we waited for everything to unfold. Even though you are not with us, I know you will always be looking over us but I am sure you wouldn’t want to see what our city has become. I remember going on and on about the infrastructure in my last letter to you, but this time I want to address the laws, regulations, and policies that are put in place by the British that has affected our city life. Okay maybe one last thing about structures. The Cheateau de Ramezay, otherwise known as the residence of a French governor, became the headquarters of a British general (Grabowski, 1996). I know our surrender and British defeat was done in a somewhat peaceful way, but in a way, it feels like they’re trying to erase our historical importance. Also, the Treaty of Paris was signed in 1763, signifying the end of the French and Indian War between British and France (Cornelius, 2015). What did this mean for us? Well almost immediately, the English proceeded to organize a Royal Proclamation, provisional administrative system, new governor, civil courts were established, and