Dialogue

Dialogue

(Martin Luther King and Marcaje` Saulter-Manning)

Marcaje: Hello Dr. King, It is my honor to be face to face with you and to have this opportunity to interview you. You are truly and Icon and your Legacy will dwell in me forever.

Dr. King: Well thank you and it is my pleasure. I haven’t gotten a chance to do an interview since 1968. So feel free to ask me anything.

Marcaje: Alright well everyone here it is Dr. King and I, coming live to you from Heaven`s living room. Alright Dr. King So being that you lived thru a rough time for African Americans in America what was the most influential day that you took the most from during your fight for freedom in the civil rights movement?

Dr. King: Every day I took away something different and I learned something new throughout each experience. The time I want to share with you is the March on Washington for jobs and Freedom. And as you all know I was a big believer in equality and Freedom. I was overwhelmed to see how many people showed up. Back in 1963, 250,000 people stood in front of me as I gave my speech, “I have a dream”. After that day I knew change was coming rather it was that day, 10years from then or 60 years from then one day I would see where colored people could use any bathroom and drink out of any water fountain they wanted to. That day where the color of your skin didn’t matter. I think that was the day where I believe change began.

Marcaje: Would you please do the honors and let us hear your speech Dr. King?

Dr. King: Alright, you’ll have to cut me a little slack I haven’t given this speech in over 45 years. Here I go: I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.” I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.

Marcaje: (Wiping tears and sniffling) Dr. King all my life I’ve dreamed to hear that speech. I’ve dreamed to be face to face with you and I cant tell you how much this moment means to me. I just want to tell you that your work has truly paid off and America has truly came along way but we still have more to grow. I wish you could be on Earth to see how much time has changed. My grandparents are white, they adopted my dad when he was just a baby and that is amazing to me.  I thank you, I thank you, and I thank you for this opportunity to be here with you and although I just met you. I‘ve loved you since the first day I heard your name and what you did for my people. Thanks again.

Blog #4 Saying to much

Man he sure says too much..... Don't you hate it when somebody calls there self-joking and the joke becomes offensive? Like the jokes about being a "THUG" or being a "GANGSTA", or being from the "GHETTO". Then they go into detail about how they supposedly lived this "FAKE" thug life and they’ve been shot before. Just because I’ve gotten shot he’ll look over to me for confidence in that rude joke. I’m not a “THUG” nor do I think it’s funny. When they see a room full of Culture, but you and a few select other students are the only minority students in the room and out of everyone he chooses to come up to you and call you "SISTA",”GANGSTA”, “BROTHA”, OR “THUG”. How do you define joking from being serious? How do I know he's not serious? Or when he tells me he'll do whatever just because I’m his "SISTA". I don’t want privileges just because my skins color.  Is it cool or is it just saying and doing too much?

I like him so I never thought of it like that until a previous student brought it to my attention that he just says far too much and he described to me the things he use to say back when he was in V.O.I.C.E.S. in 2008. Sometimes when you say too much it can become offensive. Does he go up to anybody else and go "YO, WUD UP HOWS EVERYTHANG IN THE GHETTO?" Like seriously, I live in a more up scale neighborhood and my parents have worked hard to get to where we are and if they heard some of those stereotypical “saying to much” jokes they would become highly offensive.  There’s other ways to communicate with each other than being rude and crossing boundaries. I’ve never told him my true feelings about how I felt because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. In reality sometimes he’s hurt my feelings to think less of me, to think less of my whole race and my whole culture based on what some of my race does, when every race has bad people or “THUGS” in it.  

(Just some examples) Or like when we first come to class and he’ll just simply suppose to be giving out directions, he’ll go into a complete different story and tell us something that has nothing to do with us and nothing that pertains to us and it just takes up a lot of time that could be used to do something else.

(Just some examples) Calling Mrs. Hodge the love doctor, that wasn’t very funny. It was just saying too much.

Blog#3: The Ghost with the Ardent, Burning Eyes: He only wants Believers"

The Ghost with the Ardent, Burning Eyes: He only wants Believers

          Just two months ago my family and I moved here to Connecticut. My father took a job offer and him and my mother decided to move the whole family. If I was the Authority in this decision we’d still be in North Carolina where we belong.

            The house we live in was built in 1902. The floors creek and cold winds blow through the hallways. Before we lived here nobody has lived in this house for over four decades. Now somebody tell me why my parents think it’s okay that we live in here? I never believed in ghost until we moved here and I came in counter with a man with “Ardent, Burning Eyes”. He lives in my basement and no one believes me. No one believes that at night he won’t let me sleep. I even brought my parents the papers on the history of the house that says a man was brutally murdered in this house and his body was never discovered. He talks to me all night he makes loud noises. No one can see him nor hear him but me. He said he needs the soul of a little girl so that he can live on thru me. He the reason I’m writing this paper because in nine hours if I don’t get someone to believe in my story he’ll get my soul and he’ll forever live thru me. I’m hoping you’ll believe me. I’m only 11 years old my mom and dad tells me I need to quit making up things. They won’t move. They don’t believe in ghost. I guess it’s superfluous that I even try to get someone to hear me out. No one will believe me. I tried to convince my mom that the dank feeling in are hallway was the man with the “Arden, Burning Eyes” walking by but of course I’m just a 11 year old girl what do I know. All I want is a chance. Chances to have someone believe me so that we can set his soul free. That’s all he wants is believers. Someone to know the real story of what happen to him so that his soul can be at peace. He doesn’t want to walk this lonely earth any more. He wants to go to his final resting place. Now time is ticking and I have 10 minutes left. Will you believe me and spread my word, will you just stop reading and tell someone, time is running short and my story in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. THIS.IS.MY.HORROR. STORY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   

Blog#2 "Women Rushed to the Hospital with a Massive Booger that continued to grow"-Article from the Onion

WOMEN RUSHED TO THE HOSPITAL WITH A MASSIVE BOOGER THAT CONTIUED TO GROW:

 Last night ambulance was called to a home in the South Side of Minneapolis. It had been reported that a women who goes by the name of T.Hodge was having a hard time breathing after suffering from a ferocious head cold, when ambulance arrived at the scene they could tell that something was clogging the left side of her nostrils but they weren’t for sure what it may have been so to get a closer look they rushed her to HCMC in effort to save her life being that her breathing was getting harder by the minute. The ambulance drove faster and faster and within 5 minutes she arrived to the emergency room at the hospital. By this time this “thing” had become massive. It was hanging and it looked like it was green and gross to say but slimy. Although it seemed too big to be what it looked like, the ambulance crew team were wondering if that’s exactly what it was “A BOOGER!”. 

After waiting in the emergency room for what felt like hours, this “Thing” was now dragging the ground. Finally the doctors came to T.Hodge room in amazement starring at her for at least 5mins. Dr. Jonas was shocked he had never seen something so big and so green hanging from someone’s nose. T.Hodge described her experience as a horror she was afraid Doctors wouldn’t know what it was that was growing at a quick rate from her nose so becoming frantic she begin to ask questions and before she could get her answer another doctor came in and yelled out “it’s a BOOGER !!!!!!!!!!! YOU CANT BREATHE BECAUSE YOU’RE BOOGER IS BLOCKING YOUR AIR WAYS AND ITS GROWING BECAUSE YOU HAVENT CLEANED YOUR BOOGER NOSE GROSSSSSSSSSS ITS TONS OF BOOGERS THAT ARE ADDING TOGETHER TO MAKE ONE BIG ONE”  To help T.Hodge be able to breathe again he brought in a big machine that was apparently use to suck thing out of weird places so he put that right to the end of that nasty booger and put it out of business. The doctors asked T.Hodge to promise she’d always clean her nose even when she didn’t feel like and she’d rather just let it weird things grow nasty.

Blog #1 " This was some Adventure huh?"

"This was some adventure huh ?"

"This was some Adventure huh?". Wow that really was an adventure, now that I sit back and think about it. Spring break, my 7th grade year to be exact. I was going on a road trip with my mom,my step dad, my little brother, my two cousin,my aunt and uncle, and a very good friend of mine. We were driving all the way to News Port News, Virginia to visit my cousin who had just been stationed in there. I think we left Minnesota at about 4 a.m. Our first stop was in Chicago, Ill we stopped at a rest stop just so we could all stretch our legs out and get something to snack on. From there we drove to Ohio. Ohio was our final stop until the morning. 13 hours away from minnesota I must remind you. So when we got to our hotel all the kids got out and we went up to the hotel room while my step dad and my uncle were unloading the two cars. Once all the bags were up my step dad and my uncle came in. As everybody was grabbing there bags and suitcases, I realized that I didn't see mines so I began to panic. I asked my step dad where was my bag and he said he had brought all the bags that had been in the van up to the room. Knowing that he had to have been mistaking so I rushed down to the van with my fingers crossed hoping and praying my suitcase would just be hiding and I would find it when i went down there. I searched the car in and out then becoming hopeless so I went back up to the room with crocodile tears in my eyes. I told my mom my suitcase had been lost with everything in it and the only thing i had on were pajamas and slippers. My mom told me there was no way my suitcase could have been lost when we didn't go anywhere. Then I the light bulb in my head suddenly came home and I had remembered that I never brought my suitcase down to the loading area and my step dad told us to bring them down but for some reason i thought he would go up stairs to get my bag. When I confirmed with everybody that I had left my suitcase with everything in it everyone fell into laughter but me. I was just now figuring out that my suitcase was gone when I was 13 hours away from where my suitcase was. I was out of everything. My tooth brush, my clothes, my under wear, my socks, my shoes, my everything. I was sick. An I thought my trip had been ruined. So we found the nearest Walmart and we brought me panties, a tooth brush, some flip flops and two jogging suits. My mom dread the fact that she had to go out and buy me seven outfits for the seven days we would be there until the light bulb came on in her head. She remembered that she had accidentally forgot to lock the front door and she remembered that my cousin worked for an airport. So she called my dad and she had my dad go to my house, go get my suit case out of my room and bring it to my cousin. My cousin had my luggage fed ex'ed first class to my cousin who we were visitings home in Virginia. I think it took two days to get there so in fact my Spring Break trip had been saved after all. "This was some adventure without a luggage huh?"

Final Blogg #10

Wow that was a really good poem.

Well I didnt really learn much I just related to what the writer was saying. I wasn't really surprised at anything. I just was confused on the race of the writer. Yes im satisfied. I thought this was a wonderful poem. The problem i came across was this is true. Thats how people really do when its a person from a foreign country.

We are now just about finished with our documentary. I'm a little excited. i cant wait for the viewing.

Blogger #9

My group is finishing up the last touches on our doc. Yesterday we went to the u of m and did some fliming.

I learned about Cuba's Diario de la Marina. The right to express ideas, Nothing really suprised me. I dont have any questions about the article it wasnt really intresting to me.Ye im satisfied with what I learned, because it just talked about there freedom. I came across the roblem that I simply couldnt focus on it. The problem was that there unjust in Cuba. And with there laws it starts alot of conterverse .................