February Writing 1. A Variation Of Poems 2. Out of Control (Jerome Singh and My Semi-done Novel) 3. Medgar Evers Report 4. Brown VS. The Board Of Education Case Study
It hums; it wiggles, and practically jiggles It glows and glimmers casting a dangerous silver radiance on your face You place your finger on its glassy skin You keep placing your finger, jamming your passcode into the machine All you see is black dots, but you don’t know it’s a passcode to a whole other world A world full of apps, gadgets and gizmos You turn it off and jam it in your pocket. Oh, how envious I am of you.
As the Cup slams down and the rhythm stops I have a sudden urge to join in… To learn, the compulsive rhythm that has captured nations A cup and a song As I learn the rhythm my hands are automatically repeating the rhythm I start singing Jubilant and exultant Now… That song is my kryptonite So familiar yet I want to forget it Someone is always captured in it’s grasp It’s gotten boring.
The Valuables Box
As a saunter to my bag and grab my valuables I have a sinking suspicion that my valuables aren’t safe Who’s the real culprit, can I trust anyone? Is this valuable box just a façade? Lure us into a safe feeling and… BAM! It’s all gone… Who can I really trust...
The Valuables Box
The Valuables box is my savoir A place where my items can rest in peace Safely The valuables box is a place worth thousands of $$$ Making it something to guard with all your heart. No one would want his or her valuables going missing So the valuable box is safe And it’s under lock and key.
Love, Peace, Happiness, And a Volkswagen Van, Is what you need to be a hippie, Fighting the system, Is what you need. Live life to the fullest Be a Hippie.
Ti Dye Pretty eyes Dreads and Beads Colorful Nehru Jackets Dark shades And long hair Be a Hippie if you dare.
Make peace not war Build love not hate. Keep calm, Carry on. RECYCLE BABY!
A Hippie’s Perspective
Waiting for tomorrow Preparing for today Anticipating for the paycheck Money, money Money Is all on his mind Corrupt and cruel Money Money doesn’t make the world go round But he thinks it does He thinks about it day and night When he’s not thinking about it he using it Part the ‘Establishment’ The man Is what he is.
Out of Control (Free write)
Out Of Control
All the while, I think about my past. I see flashbacks about my family… the raging fire, the hardened blood, the lone shack on the prairie, and the mirrored knife … I regret meeting her. Who is she? Well, she is the girl of my dreams, or at least she was. Weird… right? Anyways, I’ll tell you my story. It all started at the Senior Prom of Ryan Paul High School, the only high school in Little Haven, California…the 80’s theme prom.
. 1: The Meeting...
I met her at the party with my best friend, Jack Williams. As usual, all the girls were trying to get me to dance with them, but I was denying all of them. I was preoccupied…I was just staring at a girl I’ve never seen before. A new girl, by her looks… Blonde hair, blue eyes, typical girl next-door, American girl… She twirled around the dance floor, smiling at the ground, no one to dance with. I gladly took her by the hands. She tried to shove me away, but stopped. “Hi,” she said shyly, staring at the ground. Her footsteps were swift and light, while mine were slow and clumsy. “Hey. My name is John Dough.” I said. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” She replied, “No one names their kid John Dough…that’s sounds like the name the police give to dead bodies.” “Yep, I’m John Dough, the mysterious guy...” She grinned, flashing her pearly white smile, her face lit up while her golden skin looked flawless in the multicolored disco lights. Her long red dress swirled around her. “Well anyways, I heard that you are pretty cool around here, the girls seem to like you. I hope we could, you know, get to know each other.” She seemed surprised when the girls were throwing themselves at me, begging to dance with me. I was going to dance with one of them until, I saw her. I was about to ask where she moved from, until Ben, the self-absorbed douchebag, decided that flirting with all the cheerleaders wasn’t enough. He sauntered towards me…or towards her; all the girls were hoping that he was coming to them. I protectively stepped in front of her. There we were. Me, the 5ft 7 dude VS. Ben, the 6ft 5 jock. He grabbed her and pulled her towards the
wall. Her fidgeting hand wasn’t enough to get out of his grasp. The next thing I know, it turns out that I knocked Ben out cold and everyone stared at me. Silence… As I come to grips with reality, the murmuring starts, the pointing finger, the shocked faces and the stoners cheering me on. I unclench my fist and feel the beads of sweat trickle down my bloody palm. I look around and all I see is her, leaving. Her crimson nails tighten around the cold metal door handle of the blue front door with the Ryan Paul High mascot, a raven. I run up to her and grab her arm before she leaves. “You’re leaving?” I ask panting, “Yep, to much drama,” “Hey, I didn’t catch your name,” “Cecelia, my name is Cecelia.”
. 2: Cecelia
Cecelia, Cecelia, Cecelia. Cecelia. I can’t stop thinking about her. All I can say about her is… WOW. Perfect. Amazing. I have the honor of meeting her today at “Ryan Paul High School,” the only high school in Little Haven, California. The first day after the prom, an eventful night, the best night. I couldn’t sleep. What is Cecelia doing? I peered out of my window to the pearl house on the left, the one that was rotting away. The white picket fences crumbling and being eaten alive by millions of termites, the one where the poor paint job on the house if peeling, the house littered with bottles of beer, that vacant house I would always play in when I was young, being Captain Awesome, fighting off the dirty gross cooties. I grinned when I thought about those days. As a peer of a see a short, faired skinned, bald man stumble outside drunk, the door slams behind him he yanks the “For Sale,” sign off the dead grass and chucks it at the street, he screams at the door, trashing and cussing till the door is opened and he is served another Bud light. Poor Cecelia. If only I saw that as a warning.
3: A False Encounter
There she was her blonde hair tied in a side braid, she wore a floral tank top and bleached flare jeans. She strode down the corridor…was she coming to me? I jumped up, all giddy inside…I waved, why did I wave? I looked so strange. She strutted towards her glistening, green locker. She awkwardly fumbled with the black lock, trying it on her locker. It fitted…she took the lock
off and opened her new locker. As it creaked open, a note zipped past Cecilia’s face. It landed at my feet, and I bent down to get it. As I opened it, I could see the author of the notes name, backwards. I’m not really good at backward reading, but I knew what those two words said. Jack Williams. I was about to rip the piece of paper apart, but I thought of reading it. It said, “Hey C.C.! I hope you can meet me at the gym in the free period. Jack Williams.” Cecelia rushed at me and took the note from my hands. “I don’t know where that came from!!” She speedily said. “Then why does Jack even know your nickname?” I blurted. “I…I…I,” she stuttered. “Whatever. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.” I sighed. “Sorry. I am truly sorry. It will not happen again,” she muttered. I don’t know if Cecelia thought she could trick me, but I saw the shadow of a smirk on her face. I just walked away. I thought going away from her was as easy as pie, but the very next day, I couldn’t stop my feet from dragging my body towards class number 148, Cecelia’s homeroom. When I got there, I still couldn’t stop. I continued to walk towards her desk, the one in the front, middle of the row, the center of attention. I still couldn’t believe myself. After I vowed to not see her again, I still stood next to her.
4: The Confession
I soon realized that my legs carried me to the right place. It turns out the Cecelia was planning everything, all along. I figured that out, when she suddenly walked up to the front of the classroom. As suddenly as she stood up, she opened her mouth. She said, “I will be leaving. Where? I don’t know. But, this is just a foreshadowing. I hope you all will respect me more, and this message is directed to one person. A person that thinks he in a relationship with me.” She glared at me like I was an ugly, really ugly, like seriously ugly. I realized that I wasn’t supposed to be there. I quickly scurried towards my first period class, Science. With Jack, that guy. The cruel, manipulative son of a gun…
I sauntered into the AP Science classroom with Ms. Valdez. She is…pretty, BUT NOT AS PRETTY AS CECELIA, but pretty. Her luscious brunette hair was tied in a tight bun and he red dress was covered with the tacky oversized lab coat and the plastic goggles strained her almond shaped eyes. According to my used-to-be-best-friend she is a demon on the inside, but I don’t trust anything that slimy son of a gun says. Ms. Valdez’s red stiletto pumps slammed onto the floor and all the students immediately ran to their seats… Most of the kids did, except for Jack. He was to busy flirting with Amy Clark the head cheerleader… The only reason she’s in this class is because he dad basically funds everything at this school. “JACK!!!” Ms. Valdez’s voice echoed across the room. Her eyes were burning with rage. “Y-y-yes, Ms. V-v-valdez!” Jack said quietly, quite sounding like he was talking to himself. “JACK! COME HERE, RIGHT NOW! Everyone is seated just you aren’t. What do you expect me to feel about that kind of action? Go to the office. Right. Now.” “Yes, Ma-am,” Jack immediately said. I couldn’t stop chuckling. Mr. I-love-science got into trouble, during his favorite class? Well, that’s a good change. CH
5: Fly on the Wall
I saw Cecelia in the hall looking… different, her glow was gone, she looked like a mess and her eyes were welled with tears. She gave me a dirty look and grabbed Susie Sue, Susie’s maraschino cherry lips curled into a cruel grin and her pearly whites were so visible, that they were blinding. No one, and I mean no one, is as noticeable than Susie Sue, the fashion tycoon Agnes Sue’s daughter. Susie wears the newest, flashiest clothes that the expensive Sue Outfits’ designing branch made. The flashiest outfit so far that Susie wore, was the one-piece sparkly, silver dress, complete with 9-imch stilettoes. Wherever she walked, all the eyes were focused on her. Now, as I looked at her, I found out she kind of looked like Cecelia, just Asian. Anyways, my mind urged me to talk to her. I don’t know why, maybe because she looked like Cecelia, but my body obeyed. “Hi…”I said, awkwardly. I couldn’t start a good conversation with her, just because we didn’t know each other that much. We just knew each other. “HI!!” She said. Susie was the more energetic type, the more talkative type. Actually, she is the more annoying type. She can start a conversation with anyone. Even with that nerd Danny, a.k.a. Homework Machine. Everyone uses Danny as a homework do-er. It works like this you invite him to the party of the year you got him doing your work for a year, or if you give him a beer he’s yours for a week. He sorta likes… girls, especially Susie, he always tries to… take a peek at her and with the clothes she wears it’s easy.
“So, this is my first time talking to you. How’s your relationship with the girls these days? Let me guess, it is going as well as normal. Right? Yes? I knew it! I talked to Jack the other day, and he said you were snickering at him when he got in trouble during science, his favorite class. I have to admit, that is a reasonable reason to laugh at him, but that is really impolite. If I were you, I wou--” I shoved her. I shoved Susie Sue. I shoved Asian Cecelia. That’s All For Now…
Medgar Evers Report
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Medgar Evans was born July 2, 1963 Megdar Evans was a native in Decatur, Mississippi Evers dropped out of high school at 17 to join the army Evers fought in the Battle Of Normandy but realized that because of his skin color he had no freedom. Evers served in WWII when he came home he decided to finish high school and graduated from Alcorn A & M majoring in business administration. Evers married his class mate Myrlie Beasley on December 24, 1951 Before Evens was a member of the NAACP was a salesman for T. R. M Howard’s Magnolia Mutual Life Insurance, Evers helped organize RCNL (Regional Council of Negro Leadership) boycotts In late 1954 Evers was elected as NAACP’s first field secretary for Jackson, Mississippi. Evers first big boycott organization for the RCNL was protesting how service stations didn’t let black people use the restroom, the boycotters distributed stickers with slogans “Don’t Buy Gas Where You Can’t Use The Restroom” Evers applied to the segregated University of Mississippi Law School Evers was one of the key people to desegregate schools In December that year Evers became NAACP’s first field officer June 12, 1963 Medgar was coming back from a meeting ��with NAACP (National Association for the Advancement of Colored People) lawyers just a few hours after, President John F. Kennedy’s speech
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supporting civil rights. As Evers left his car he was shot by a white supremacist Byron de la Beckwith. Evers was one of the key people to desegregate schools Evens was involved in the creation of many boycotts and set up local chapters for the NAACP. Evers civil right work and investigative work made him a target of many white supremacists. Weeks before his death, the aggression towards Evers grew. His public investigation into the murder of Emmett Till, his role in James Meredith’s efforts to enroll black people in the university of Mississippi, his vocal support of Clyde Kennard and his role in many boycotts made him a protuberant black leader. On May 28, 1963, a Molotov cocktail was thrown into his home One June 7, 1963, Evers was nearly run down by a car after emerging from the NAACP building. After Evers was shot he staggered 9 meters (30 feet) before collapsing. Medgar Evans died 50 minutes later a local hospital.
• After Evers died his wife Myrlie Evers-‐Williams, continued his work
Brown VS. The Board Of Education Brown VS. The Board Of Education
• In 1951, a class action suit was filed against the Board Of Education of Topeka, Kansas in the United States District Court for the District of Kansas. • The plaintiffs were thirteen black Topeka parents on behalf of their children • The lawsuit called for the school district to desegregate • Separate elementary schools were operated by the Topeka Board of Education under a 1879 Kansas law which permitted (no required) districts to have separate schools depending on your skin color • The plaintiffs were recruited by the Topeka, Kansas NAACP (National Association for the Advancement of Colored People) • Among the Topeka NAACP leaders were McKinley Burnett, Lucinda Todd and Charles Scott • The named plaintiff, Oliver L. Brown, was a African American parent a welder of the Santa Fe Railroad, a assistant pastor at a local church • Brown was convinced to join the lawsuit by Scott, a childhood friend. • Brown’s daughter Linda, a third grader, had to walk 6 blocks to get to her bus stop, so she could ride to Monroe Elementary School, her segregated black school one mile away. While Sumner Elementary, a white school was seven blocks form her house. • As directed by the by the NAACP each parent enrolled their child to the closet school to their home. They were all denied and directed to the segregated schools
• The Kansas case ‘Oliver Brown et al. v. the Board of Education Topeka, Kansa,” was named after Oliver Brown as a legal strategy. The NAACP lawyers believed that having Mr. Brown as the head of the roster would appeal more to the U.S Supreme Court Justices. • The thirteen plaintiffs were Oliver L. Brown, Darlene Brown, Lena Carper, Sadie Emmanuel, Marguerite Emerson, Shirley Fleming, Zelma Henderson, Shirley Hodison, Maude Lawton, Alma Lewis, Iona Richardson and Lucinda Todd. • The district court ruled favor to The Board of Education. But when the case was cited to the U.S Supreme Court the case of Brown VS. Board of Education consisted of five cases, ‘Briggs v. Elliot (filed in South Carolina), Davis v. County School Board of Prince Edward County (filed in Virginia), Gebhart v. Belton (filed in Delaware) and Bolling v. Sharpe (filed in Washington D.C.) • All the cases were NAACP sponsored. The Davis case was the only case originating form student protest • The Davis case began when sixteen-‐year-‐old Barbara Rose Johns organized and led 450-‐student walkout to Delaware Supreme Court. All the other cases the plaintiffs lost because the jury had found discrimination to be lawful • In spring 1953, the Supreme Court heard the case but was unable to make a decision, so they asked to rehear the case in the fall of 1953. • There was special attention to weather the Fourteenth Amendment’s Equal Protection Clause prohibited operations of public schools for blacks and whites. • The justices supporting desegregation had a hard time convincing the others justices who finally agreed and the vote was unanimous. • Oliver L. Brown won the case, schools around the U.S.A were desegregated.