Crispus Attucks was the spark that lit the revolution—the first to bleed for the birth of a nation. A runaway slave turned fearless agitator, he stood unarmed yet unshaken before British muskets on that cold March night in 1770. When the smoke cleared, it was his body that lay first on the cobblestones of Boston, a silent cry that thundered across the colonies. Attucks’ death was not a tragedy—it was a rallying call. He became the face of resistance, the blood-stained prophecy of the war to come. In his courage, America found its voice. In his fall, a revolution began.
