The Stamp Act Informative Speech

“Taxation without representation!” This James Otis saying had been running through my family's head all day long. The speech was so inspiring, so fascinating, it is like a bell after it has been rung. The sound continues out into the open, leaving the colonist in despair. “This tax is outrages!” I look into my fathers fire lit eyes as he screams this over and over, each time with a different tone. “Honey please calm down. Come sit, we will have a family discussion.” “Julia! We do not need to have a discussion. We need to fight!” I hate hearing mom and dad fight. It doesn't usually happen, but when it does, it's bad. The Stamp Act, that is what they are calling, is dated to go into effect on November first of this year (Fradin). That is five months from now. They are going to require us to buy a stamp for all of our printed documents. Papers, newspapers, wills, and even my playing cards that Alex and I use. “Charity,” my mother ask aloud to me, “what do you think about this?” “I am with father! Britain should be thanking us for helping them in the French and Indian War?”(Fradin) I see my father pic up his torch out of the corner of my eye. “Otis! What are you
Many things will change today. People will change, things will change. Life will change. Father is infuriated. He will be all day. Everyone just sits around waiting for news. The room is tense. No one moves a muscle, except for father who is pacing back and forth. I can hear everyone breathing, and they can hear me. Then there is a knock on the door. Father walks over and opens it. It is a man. He seems out of breath. “Please excuse me. I was assigned to tell the town the news, since we can't print newspapers. The Stamp Act was put into effect a couple of hours ago. Thank you.” Then the man leaves. Father slams the door. “I am going to ring that parliament up by their neck!” “Father! Calm down.” He glances at me and then calms