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Tea in the Harbor

Francesca M

Tea in the Harbor

Let the Boston Tea Party Begin!

          Meet King George III. He was the evil man who taxed the colonies for the things they loved the most. Meet the colonies. They rose up and tried to put a stop to the tea tax. This protest was called the Boston Tea Party.

King George III

The flag of the colonies


Playing cards

          The taxes really had an effect on my family. We’re really poor because my parents love tea and molasses. The Tea Tax and the Molasses Act made both of those things extra expensive. My parents don’t smuggle Dutch tea like everyone else though. They love King George. They think the taxes are necessary and are willing to pay them.





Parchment paper



          England taxed us because they were low on resources from the Seven Years' War and needed money to get more. They produced the Stamp Act taxing our paper and playing cards and the Molasses Act taxing our molasses, sugar, and rum. But neither of those were as important as the Tea Tax which taxed our tea. 


          Here’s how importing tea worked. A ship brought chests of tea into the Boston Harbor. The workers on board had 20 days to unload the tea, pay any taxes they needed to, and sail away. After 20 days, if they were not gone, the workers on the ship would be taxed. The Dartmouth, the Eleanor, and the Beaver expired on December 17, 1773. Their due date was in a couple of days, and they were not gone. 


Tea chests

          It was December 16, 1773 and the word in town was that 1,000 men dressed as Mohawks [Native Americans] would climb onto the three ships, the Dartmouth, the Eleanor, and the Beaver, and dump all 342 chests of tea into the Boston Harbor as a protest to the taxes. I thought it was a pretty cool idea, but I didn't know what my parents thought. When I told Mom I wanted to participate, she said, “I can’t believe you would want to be a part of that abomination!” I thought she was joking, so I told Dad. 

He said, “You will never do that!” I guess Mom wasn’t joking. I was so angry, I stormed out of the house and ran to my Auntie Sarah's house two doors over. She was part of the Daughters of Liberty, an organization that helped to make things that people were no longer buying from England.

Woman at a spinning wheel

Mohawk/Native American

          Very noisily, I burst through the door. "Auntie Sarah, I need you," I panted, tired from running. Auntie Sarah looked up from her spinning wheel. She sighed.

          "Spit it out," She said. I inhaled.

          "Why do Mom and Dad have to be so stubborn? Why are they so different? Why can't they just smuggle Dutch tea like everyone else? Why do I have to have the weird parents-" I would have gone on, but Auntie Sarah stopped me.

          "That's it. Your mother and father are excellent parents and they aren't weird. They just have a different opinion than everyone else. Let me tell you something about your mother," I sat down on a chair next to her. "When we were young, your mother was quite the patriot. She participated in every protest she could get her hands on. It was fun for her. One month after her tenth birthday, the French and Indian War started. The battle was brutal. Your mother didn't know who to side with. The disliked the French, but she also disliked the British. In the end, she sided with the British. That's why she's sided with them today." Auntie Sarah stopped.

          "Okay, but why won't she let me to the protest? It's not a war," I asked.

          "Well, I can't say for sure, but my guess would be that she thinks it could turn into a war and she doesn't want you hurt," Auntie Sarah explained. She turned back to her spinning wheel and ran her hand along the wood. I decided she needed to be left alone. I quietly stood up and walked out of the door.

The Daughters Of Liberty

The little caption there says 'A Patriotic Young Woman' 

          My house was as quiet as an empty library when I got back. When I climbed the rickety stairs, I heard Mom and Dad arguing in their room. "Can't we just let her do it? You can see she wants to!" Dad asked, near yelling.

          "What if this turns out violent? What if it starts a war?" Mom snapped back.

          "It won't. I'm not positive, but it just doesn't seem like the thing that would start a war." Dad countered.

          "Please. Don't let her do that protest." Mom said.

          "Alright." Dad whispered. I was so mad. I was on the brink of doing the protest, and Dad had to give in now! I stormed into my room and locked the door behind me.

          I stared out of my window at the sunset. It was a blanket of pink and orange in the sky. The sun was still shining bright, even though it was almost time for the moon to take its place. I turned around and looked at my bed. Suddenly, I was sleepy. I guess I missed the comfort of my bed, the coziness of the sheets. Whatever it was, it made me want to climb into bed. But I knew I couldn't. I had to do the protest. Then I heard banging on the outside of my door, followed by Mom saying, "Alice, dear, we have to talk with you. Unlock the door and come out of there." I ignored her and looked for another way out. The Dad came into the picture.

          "Alice, get out here. NOW," He demanded. I still ignored them. I looked around frantically and saw my bed. A light bulb went off in my head. I tore the layers sheets off of my bed.

          "Alice, open up," Mom called, banging on the door. I started to tie the ends of my sheets together to make a long, blue rope. I threw one end out the window and tied the other end to the curtain rod above. I tugged it to make sure it was secure and sat on the window sill. I took a deep breath and slipped out, suspending myself only by my hands on the rope and my feet on the side of the house. I clutched the rope and exhaled. I slowly maneuvered my way down the building, the cold breeze whipping my hair. I could hear my parents still yelling outside my door. I kept going, down, down, down. When I got to the bottom, I smiled and ran to the dock where the three ships were.

Diagram of a ship

Mohawk/Native American Headdress

The Boston Tea Party

          I got to the wooden dock and looked around. No one was there. I turned around to see about 1,000 townspeople dressed as Mohawks quietly running toward me. I gasped and ran to the side, allowing them to pass by me. They climbed onto the ships and started dumping chest after chest of tea into the Boston Harbor. I was shocked. I started quietly and slowly walking up the dock. I was about to set foot on the Beaver, but a man in a feathered headdress stepped in front of me. "Sorry, ma'am, but I'll have to ask if you'll stay off of the ship. We're doing very important work here." He told me. I nodded and he walked back onto the ship.


          It was incredible. The workers on the ships did nothing to stop them. I was mesmerized, but I knew Mom and Dad would eventually break down my door. When that thought crossed my mind, I turned on my heel and ran as fast as I could back home. I burst through the door and up the stairs. Mom and Dad were still banging at my door. I started panting and they turned around. "Alice!" They exclaimed in unison. Mom and Dad dropped to the floor next to me. They put their arms around me and squeezed.

          "We're so glad you're safe." Mom whispered in my ear. I put my head on her shoulder and sighed. My door was not broken down.

Boston Tea Party

Boston Tea Party

Boston Tea Party



           It's about a year after the protest and Boston is deserted. King George III just passed the Boston Port Bill, making us pay for all the tea that was dumped. No one is happy about it, even my parents. It's not a great time to be in town. No adult is working, no child is playing, and no human being is happy. The Daughters of Liberty are no longer meeting and Auntie Sarah is seeking employment anywhere she can. Mom and Dad seem okay, but they are down in the dumps. Nobody wants to do anything anymore. The rope is still hanging out of my window, reminding me of the protest that wasn't as successful as everyone hoped.

Boston Port Bill

King George III

British Parliament


          The Boston Tea Party was an event in history that effected a lot of people in Boston. It was the least violent of the protests the colonists did because it didn't kill anybody. No one was seriously hurt either.

The colonies got angry

Seven Years' War

The Boston Tea Party Told in Pictures

England was low on money and resourses

Boston Tea Party!!!!

Tax the colonies

What Happened After The Boston Tea Party?

The Boston Tea Party led to the passage of the Intolerable Acts, also called the Coercive Acts. These acts included the Boston Port Bill, which closed Boston Harbor until all the tea that was dumped was paid for. They eventually did this, over a period of time.


Who Organized The Boston Tea Party?

The Boston Tea Party was mainly organized by the Sons of Liberty. This group included some famous people like Samuel Adams, Paul Revere, Benedict Arnold, and John Hancock. The Daughters of Liberty made clothes and found substitutes to the things colonists were no longer buying, but they did not organize the Tea Party.

Benjamin Franklin's cartoon

Why Is The Boston Tea Party is Important To History?

The Boston Tea Party is important to American history because it led to The American Revolution which gave us our freedom. The Boston Massacre of 1770 and the Intolerable Acts of 1774 also led to the American Revolution.

American Revolution

    Why Did The Boston Tea Party Happen?

The Boston Tea Party happened because the colonists were angry with the taxes King George III had placed on them, They were also angry because they didn't get a say in Parliament on what laws should and shouldn't pass. The taxes had been going on a long time and the colonists wanted to do something about it.

Tea chests in the water

How Did the British Parliament Work?

          The British Parliament was the British government system. It has 2 houses, the House of Commons, and the House of Lords. The upper house is the House of Lords. The Members of Parliament (also called MPs) would take their seats in the House of Commons to discuss new laws for the British nation. The colonists were angry because they did not have a representative in this debate. That is partly why they did the Boston Tea Party.

British Parliament

Who Was King George III?

          King George III was the king of Britain and Ireland until 1801 when the countries joined together. He died of a mental illness and a disorder called porphyria. Porphyria symptoms include aches and pains. King George III's full name was George William Frederick III. He also had 15 children.

King George III

What Was The Seven Years' War?

          The Seven Years' War was a seven year long war that started two years after the French and Indian War. The war was between France, Austria, Russia, Sweden, Spain, and Great Britain. Great Britain lost this war and they had used a lot of supplies in the process. It was fought for territory.

Seven Years' War

Who Were The Daughters Of Liberty?

          The Daughters of Liberty were a group formed in 1765 to help citizens make boycotting British goods easier. They made clothes, food substitutes, and other things. The Daughters of Liberty made life much easier during the time Boston was boycotting British goods. 

Daughters of Liberty

Why Was Tea Important Then?

          Back in the 1700s, tea THE beverage. That's all the colonists drank. That's why King George III taxed the colonies on that and not any other beverage. Also, back then, tea was the equivalent to coffee now! Imagine waking up and instead of having your morning cup of coffee, having a cup of tea!