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Incident
by Countee Cullen

Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.

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Scenes from Freedom Writers

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Not So Different Clip
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PahVp7p3XHg

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Holocaust Survivor
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjGIJPE8B8I

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Loud Outside
Another bell,
another line,
this time outside.
Every part
of the rainbow
surrounds me,
shouting, pushing.
A pink boy with white hair
on his head
and white eyebrows and
white eyelashes
pulls my arm hair.
Laughter.
It’s true my arm hair
grows so long and black.
Maybe he is curious
about my long, black arm hair
like I was curious
about the golden fuzz
on the arm
of the rescue-ship sailor.
He pokes my cheek.
Howls from everyone.
He pokes my chest.
I see nothing but
squeezed eyes,
twisted mouths.
No,
they’re not curious.
I want to pluck out every white hair
to see if the boy’s scalp
matches the pink of his face.
I wish this
but walk away.
September 2
Afternoon

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No More
First day back
after Christmas break,
I know I’m supposed
to wear everything new.
I don’t have
anything new
except for the coat,
and a hand-me-down dress
still wrapped in plastic.
It’s beige with blue flowers
made from a fabric fuzzy and thick,
perfect for this cold day.
Best of all
it’s past my knees,
perfect for a cold bike ride.
Pem is wearing a new skirt
falling to her calves, as always.
SSsì-Ti-Vân’s new white shirt
looks stiff as a wall.
As soon as I remove my coat,
everyone stops talking.
A girl in red velvet comes
over to me. Don’t ya know
flannel is for nightgowns
and sheets?
I panic. Pem shrugs. I can’t wear
pants or cut my hair or
wear skirts above my
calves; what do I care
what you wear?
.......
The red-velvet girl points to the middle of my chest. See this flower? They only put that on nightgowns. I look down at the tiny blue flower barely stitched on. I rip it off. Nightgown no more.
January 5

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Story Background
http://www.filmeducation.org/pdf/film/StandDeliver.pdf