Diary of a Disenfranchised Person in Colombia July 21, 1810 Dear Diary, My name is Felipe Diego Rivera, but most people just call me FDR. I am a 22-year-old slave at a little sugarcane plantation just outside of Bogota, and I am apparently experiencing the greatest thing that has ever happened to this place known as New Granada. However, it is odd, although there was a large uprising in Bogota yesterday, an event to be proclaimed as Independence Day, it seems as though nothing has changed. I’m not free, I am not "independent," so what is the difference? Anyway, I decided to write this diary because maybe someday someone will read it and feel the same things I am going through, maybe someone will acknowledge that I was even alive, that I was a person. I am a person. My owner is a pretty pow