Clementi Ave 5 Blk 381, #06-392
Singapore 120381
Dear Mr Jones,
I am Wang Shaodian, from Singapore. From your recent news report, I gathered that you are having a hard time in the city of Tokyo. There was shortage of food, and you had to be constantly fearful of the nuclear threat, and also of the tsunami. Yes, I agree full heartedly that life there is incredibly hard, and therefore I am writing this letter you encourage you to fight on against the possible advancing nuclear threat, despite the shortage of food.
The title of your news report suggests the ominous truth. But I would like to tell you, to encourage you, to give you hope. I do not want the beautiful and majestic metropolis of Tokyo to be destroyed, and the spirit of the Japanese to be flushed down by the colossal tides. Neither do I want it to be engulfed by the looming cloud of nuclear radiation.
I want you people to stand tall, to stand proud in the face of adversary, like a Great Oak Tree. The wind blows, but you will never fall down. The fire burns you into damp black coal, but after a while you will see the same old tree standing at the exact same spot, so grand, and so young. Rain, snow gradually cover the entire surrounding landscape, but the tree will still remain standing, lone , calm, and strong.
That is the human spirit. That is the human passion, the human instinct to survive.
A single human being is a lone candle. A large group of human beings would be a forest fire. They bring warmth, they bring hope. Their radiant light shine through the murky, dubious future. Their warmth encapsule every single human being, like a rocket, one that would lead the human race out of its current crisis.
And I want you to be the lone candle. The one that would lead to a forest fire. The one that would touch every single human being, even every single animal in the devastated city of Tokyo. The one that would tide the city over its crisis. The one that you neighbours currently need.
Give them the eternal light. Give them hope, and they will all survive.
And, trust me, one day, you would see light shining so brilliantly, so beautifully from the equally brilliant, equally beautiful city of Tokyo. And I mean literally.
May your candle light the dark room in your house. And then the entire city of Tokyo.
Thank you
Wang Shaodian
PS. Do not take this seriously, thanks
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The rainbow
The rainbow is beautiful, yet deadly. Throughout history, millions were sacrificed because of this particular mixture of colours. It is one of the main reasons for the emergence of the contemporary world. A learner of history would most definitely be allured by its seductive pleas. And so, more and more will die under the multicoloured blade of this mysterious wonder, and the shade of red will become darker...
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
This is quite noob.
Note: This is merely a story.
Silence. The room was so silent that one could even hear a pin drop. The only source of noise was the clock on the wall ticking. Everyone seated in the room were staring at him, curious to know what would be his answer to the question posted to him. 50 pairs of eyes were all staring at one person. The person was a tall middle-aged man, seated on a chair in front of all of them. His head was bowed, and no one could see the expression on his face. However, everyone could feel it. If the Mars would give you a triumphant feeling, this particular person would give you a feeling of defeat, and loss. It was like as though he had the aura of defeat. Only someone who had experienced defeat equal to his would be able to empathize with him. And of course, no one in the room, perhaps not even a single one in the world, could.
The 50 people in the room waited, their interest never seeming to vanish. Then, after what seemed like eternity, the man lifted his head up, his handsome features completely covered by the expression of grief. His tear-rimmed eyes were bloodshot, and his face was so contorted in anguish that he did not even look like a human being. Then he opened his mouth and spoke. "For me, it is a moment of anguish. All my life, my whole adult life, I” He could not resist any longer, and broke down into tears. “I believed in Malaysian merger and unity of the two territories. You know that we, as a people are connected by geography, economics, by ties of kinship... It literally broke everything that we stood for.... Now, I, Lee Kuan Yew, as Prime Minister of Singapore, in this current capacity of mine do hereby proclaim and declare on behalf of the people and the Government of Singapore that as from today, the ninth day of August in the year one thousand nine hundred and sixty-five, Singapore shall be forever a sovereign democratic and independent nation, founded upon the principles of liberty and justice and ever seeking the welfare and happiness of the people in a most and just equal society." It did not sound like a speech at all. It sounded like the song sang at the funeral. The people in the press conference could not hold back their tears either. Soon, rivulets of tears were spotted on the floor. The clock stopped ticking too.
The man was none other than Lee Kuan Yew.
After the press conference, Lee Kuan Yew did not go home. He went to the beach. He sat down on the sand and sighed. He did not feel that he was sitting on sand. He felt like as though his was sitting on mud, and that he was trapped there permanently. He glanced up at the jet black sky in hope of inspiration, and his reply was the completely black, boundless cage which he was trapped in, condemned forever he was. There was no hope, just like there was not an iota of light in the gloomy sky. He glanced at the sea, hoping to find land, but none there were. The cold wind blew. His hair was blown back by the wind. His shirt, too. It was like as though they were trying to abandon him, to escape from this world of impossibilities. He wanted to, too. But he couldn’t. If the problems were the wind, there was a massive and incredibly heavy rock on his back, almost pinning him on to the ground, forcing him to face the problems. He sighed, again. He could not escape from these responsibilities, even though he would love to. He finally said this question out loud, looking at the abyss above, “What should we do?” And he still did not know. He thought he never would. It was helpless, and hopeless. He looked around for a source of inspiration he thought he would never find.
But he did. Somehow he did.
The cold wind grew bigger. The waves got bigger, too. He suddenly had a random thought. Why wasn’t this beach destroyed, even until now? The waves are so big! He realized something. This is a Singaporean beach! The land of Singapore was not destroyed by these great waves, so does that mean that Singapore is destined to survive? His jaw dropped. It took him long enough to understand this simple concept. Somehow, just somehow, it will survive. I’m sure it will. He paused for a while. Then, he let loose a roar, a roar of sheer joy. He did not have the physical strength of a lion, but this roar was certainly louder and much more powerful than that of even 10 lions.
Because he represents the lion city!
The cold wind got colder now. But coldness was the last thing he felt. He was sweating all over.
Because of his fiery passion!
He suddenly felt proud to be serving the Singapore he is living in.
He did not sleep that night. Who could?
Dawn. The Sun rose up, slowly yet steadily. The red giant seemed to bear the same shade of colour as the red in the Singapore flag. We all know that, when a Sun is going to rise up, nothing will stop it.
And it turned out that Singapore was destined to survive.
Silence. The room was so silent that one could even hear a pin drop. The only source of noise was the clock on the wall ticking. Everyone seated in the room were staring at him, curious to know what would be his answer to the question posted to him. 50 pairs of eyes were all staring at one person. The person was a tall middle-aged man, seated on a chair in front of all of them. His head was bowed, and no one could see the expression on his face. However, everyone could feel it. If the Mars would give you a triumphant feeling, this particular person would give you a feeling of defeat, and loss. It was like as though he had the aura of defeat. Only someone who had experienced defeat equal to his would be able to empathize with him. And of course, no one in the room, perhaps not even a single one in the world, could.
The 50 people in the room waited, their interest never seeming to vanish. Then, after what seemed like eternity, the man lifted his head up, his handsome features completely covered by the expression of grief. His tear-rimmed eyes were bloodshot, and his face was so contorted in anguish that he did not even look like a human being. Then he opened his mouth and spoke. "For me, it is a moment of anguish. All my life, my whole adult life, I” He could not resist any longer, and broke down into tears. “I believed in Malaysian merger and unity of the two territories. You know that we, as a people are connected by geography, economics, by ties of kinship... It literally broke everything that we stood for.... Now, I, Lee Kuan Yew, as Prime Minister of Singapore, in this current capacity of mine do hereby proclaim and declare on behalf of the people and the Government of Singapore that as from today, the ninth day of August in the year one thousand nine hundred and sixty-five, Singapore shall be forever a sovereign democratic and independent nation, founded upon the principles of liberty and justice and ever seeking the welfare and happiness of the people in a most and just equal society." It did not sound like a speech at all. It sounded like the song sang at the funeral. The people in the press conference could not hold back their tears either. Soon, rivulets of tears were spotted on the floor. The clock stopped ticking too.
The man was none other than Lee Kuan Yew.
After the press conference, Lee Kuan Yew did not go home. He went to the beach. He sat down on the sand and sighed. He did not feel that he was sitting on sand. He felt like as though his was sitting on mud, and that he was trapped there permanently. He glanced up at the jet black sky in hope of inspiration, and his reply was the completely black, boundless cage which he was trapped in, condemned forever he was. There was no hope, just like there was not an iota of light in the gloomy sky. He glanced at the sea, hoping to find land, but none there were. The cold wind blew. His hair was blown back by the wind. His shirt, too. It was like as though they were trying to abandon him, to escape from this world of impossibilities. He wanted to, too. But he couldn’t. If the problems were the wind, there was a massive and incredibly heavy rock on his back, almost pinning him on to the ground, forcing him to face the problems. He sighed, again. He could not escape from these responsibilities, even though he would love to. He finally said this question out loud, looking at the abyss above, “What should we do?” And he still did not know. He thought he never would. It was helpless, and hopeless. He looked around for a source of inspiration he thought he would never find.
But he did. Somehow he did.
The cold wind grew bigger. The waves got bigger, too. He suddenly had a random thought. Why wasn’t this beach destroyed, even until now? The waves are so big! He realized something. This is a Singaporean beach! The land of Singapore was not destroyed by these great waves, so does that mean that Singapore is destined to survive? His jaw dropped. It took him long enough to understand this simple concept. Somehow, just somehow, it will survive. I’m sure it will. He paused for a while. Then, he let loose a roar, a roar of sheer joy. He did not have the physical strength of a lion, but this roar was certainly louder and much more powerful than that of even 10 lions.
Because he represents the lion city!
The cold wind got colder now. But coldness was the last thing he felt. He was sweating all over.
Because of his fiery passion!
He suddenly felt proud to be serving the Singapore he is living in.
He did not sleep that night. Who could?
Dawn. The Sun rose up, slowly yet steadily. The red giant seemed to bear the same shade of colour as the red in the Singapore flag. We all know that, when a Sun is going to rise up, nothing will stop it.
And it turned out that Singapore was destined to survive.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Im not sure if this is acceptable as the short story...
The scene was like a scene in hell. The entire battlefield was enshrouded in smoke. Unpleasant, ear piercing sounds of firing of guns were heard. Occasionally, one could see fire erupting from below, like a small volcano eruption, and it was usually accompanied with a loud ‘boom’. If one were to take his eyes off the smoke covered sky, he would see men lying lifeless on the floor in a pool of scarlet blood. Cuts and bruises were seen everywhere in their body, on their wimpy arms and mutilated faces. They all showed one expression before their death, however – pride. In the epic clash between the two titans, humans were seen as mere ants that were tossed casually away.
Distinctly, one could see that there was a barrage on the right of the battlefield and the invading army marched from the left. The barrage looked like a long grey sinister snake, and the army from the left looked like a sky blue sea serpent. They were, of course, the French and German armies.
Young Hitler was in the midst of this titanic clash. Although he had seen and fought many wars before this one, he could not believe that the atmosphere in this particular war was so intense. He saw many comrades of his lying dead on the ground, blood staining their grey coats red. He growled in obvious resentment, “Those French Froggies. I would like to see how dirty their blood is.” Then, he continued on his merciless shooting, even more so now since he wanted to avenge the death of his comrades.
However, the longer the war was fought, the worse the situation seemed for Germany. More and more frequently could Hitler hear the ominous ‘boom’, clearly despite the din. Huh, those French losers could not win via melee, so they used this despicable trick. Then, he found out that his location suddenly became darker, and, instinctively, raised his head up to see what it was. He saw a biplane soaring about him, like a winged dragon, slowly descending to seal their fate. Another one of those lousy French planes. Suddenly, he leapt back in shock. The French biplane had dropped a bomb right next to him.
He then heard an archaic voice. It was old, but still had that uncanny clarity and sooths him. It also sounded majestic. Leave now. He was surprised, but thought that it was merely his imagination. Furthermore, he would never leave this battle, because he knew that if he did so he might put Germany in an even direr situation. At that point of time, soldiers of both armies were fighting for their lives in that battle, and his comrades desperately need his assistance. But the voice came back again and again. In the midst of this battle, Hitler actually stood immobile for a moment, legs rooted to the floor. He stared blankly ahead, without noticing that a bullet had just whizzed past him and missed him by an inch. For that moment, it was like as though his action packed surroundings were merely empty space, and all his attention were diverted at what was ahead of him (which was empty space). By then, countless bullets have already whizzed past him, and a few bombs were dropped beside him, but none seemed to him to be as important as the blank and empty space in front of him. Then, unconsciously, he really dropped the gun in his hand went away.
He was in a daze, and instead of running away, he actually walked. He was staring straight forward, his pupils dilated. It was as though he became a zombie. He looked like as though he was bewitched, enchanted. Only until he heard a loud ‘bang’ from behind him did he finally snap out of his trance. He leapt backward in sheer shock. He turned around and, to his surprise, saw that the exact spot where he was standing had been bombed. About a dozen of his comrades were lying dead on the floor, in scarlet pools. He shivered involuntarily and thought: If I hadn’t unconsciously moved away I would have suffered the same fate as them. He found it odd of him doing such things, and tried his best to recall what had happened before. He did not remember himself moving away, and paused for a moment, wondering what happened. Then he remembered the archaic voice. He felt tempted to find out whom it belonged to, but immediately realized his present situation and, feeling that fighting the war was more important, decided to pick up his gun and continue with the battle.
The cold wind blew, and the smoke that had once enshrouded the battlefield was gone, revealing the beautiful golden rays reflected off leaves. Lady luck seemed to favour Germany after that surprising event, and a bullet from Hitler’s gun managed to hit a bomb bound for the barrage. As the bomb was dropped and travelled in a diagonal direction, the bullet Hitler fired hit the bomb when it was in midair and (due to sheer luck) right on top of the enemy position. The bomb exploded right above the enemy and the fire managed to burn a highly concentrated part of the enemy position. The Germans took advantage of the situation and managed to repel the enemy.
Later that day, Hitler heard that voice again. I want you to become the savior of mankind, to warn the human race of a possible invasion. I want you to start another Great War(Hitler: did the great German Empire win?) after this one and to lose that war on purpose .Also, I want you to start a Genocide. This will be your quest. Let me warn you, however, that you will have to sacrifice your life in the end. Hitler suddenly felt that winning the war didn’t matter now and that felt that it was unimportant, and realized that the quest bestowed upon him was much more important. All his hatred of the French, English and the other Allies vanished. They no longer mattered. The quest was what that mattered now. “I accept the quest,” said Hitler solemnly.
And so, he began on his quest…
25 years later…
A short man stood in front of the flag of the former German empire. There were spots of darker colours on the flag. Then, after a while, he looked up at the sky and sighed, “Gott mit uns.” In his eyes, the sky had a Jewish star, which was what 'uns' was referred to.
Distinctly, one could see that there was a barrage on the right of the battlefield and the invading army marched from the left. The barrage looked like a long grey sinister snake, and the army from the left looked like a sky blue sea serpent. They were, of course, the French and German armies.
Young Hitler was in the midst of this titanic clash. Although he had seen and fought many wars before this one, he could not believe that the atmosphere in this particular war was so intense. He saw many comrades of his lying dead on the ground, blood staining their grey coats red. He growled in obvious resentment, “Those French Froggies. I would like to see how dirty their blood is.” Then, he continued on his merciless shooting, even more so now since he wanted to avenge the death of his comrades.
However, the longer the war was fought, the worse the situation seemed for Germany. More and more frequently could Hitler hear the ominous ‘boom’, clearly despite the din. Huh, those French losers could not win via melee, so they used this despicable trick. Then, he found out that his location suddenly became darker, and, instinctively, raised his head up to see what it was. He saw a biplane soaring about him, like a winged dragon, slowly descending to seal their fate. Another one of those lousy French planes. Suddenly, he leapt back in shock. The French biplane had dropped a bomb right next to him.
He then heard an archaic voice. It was old, but still had that uncanny clarity and sooths him. It also sounded majestic. Leave now. He was surprised, but thought that it was merely his imagination. Furthermore, he would never leave this battle, because he knew that if he did so he might put Germany in an even direr situation. At that point of time, soldiers of both armies were fighting for their lives in that battle, and his comrades desperately need his assistance. But the voice came back again and again. In the midst of this battle, Hitler actually stood immobile for a moment, legs rooted to the floor. He stared blankly ahead, without noticing that a bullet had just whizzed past him and missed him by an inch. For that moment, it was like as though his action packed surroundings were merely empty space, and all his attention were diverted at what was ahead of him (which was empty space). By then, countless bullets have already whizzed past him, and a few bombs were dropped beside him, but none seemed to him to be as important as the blank and empty space in front of him. Then, unconsciously, he really dropped the gun in his hand went away.
He was in a daze, and instead of running away, he actually walked. He was staring straight forward, his pupils dilated. It was as though he became a zombie. He looked like as though he was bewitched, enchanted. Only until he heard a loud ‘bang’ from behind him did he finally snap out of his trance. He leapt backward in sheer shock. He turned around and, to his surprise, saw that the exact spot where he was standing had been bombed. About a dozen of his comrades were lying dead on the floor, in scarlet pools. He shivered involuntarily and thought: If I hadn’t unconsciously moved away I would have suffered the same fate as them. He found it odd of him doing such things, and tried his best to recall what had happened before. He did not remember himself moving away, and paused for a moment, wondering what happened. Then he remembered the archaic voice. He felt tempted to find out whom it belonged to, but immediately realized his present situation and, feeling that fighting the war was more important, decided to pick up his gun and continue with the battle.
The cold wind blew, and the smoke that had once enshrouded the battlefield was gone, revealing the beautiful golden rays reflected off leaves. Lady luck seemed to favour Germany after that surprising event, and a bullet from Hitler’s gun managed to hit a bomb bound for the barrage. As the bomb was dropped and travelled in a diagonal direction, the bullet Hitler fired hit the bomb when it was in midair and (due to sheer luck) right on top of the enemy position. The bomb exploded right above the enemy and the fire managed to burn a highly concentrated part of the enemy position. The Germans took advantage of the situation and managed to repel the enemy.
Later that day, Hitler heard that voice again. I want you to become the savior of mankind, to warn the human race of a possible invasion. I want you to start another Great War(Hitler: did the great German Empire win?) after this one and to lose that war on purpose .Also, I want you to start a Genocide. This will be your quest. Let me warn you, however, that you will have to sacrifice your life in the end. Hitler suddenly felt that winning the war didn’t matter now and that felt that it was unimportant, and realized that the quest bestowed upon him was much more important. All his hatred of the French, English and the other Allies vanished. They no longer mattered. The quest was what that mattered now. “I accept the quest,” said Hitler solemnly.
And so, he began on his quest…
25 years later…
A short man stood in front of the flag of the former German empire. There were spots of darker colours on the flag. Then, after a while, he looked up at the sky and sighed, “Gott mit uns.” In his eyes, the sky had a Jewish star, which was what 'uns' was referred to.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Telephone Conversation
Q1. The 'dark' in the poem symbolizes the 'normal' colour of the discriminated blacks, and 'light' symbolizes the normal colours of whites. The 'red' represents equality of man. 'West Afican Sepia' means brown in colour, 'peroxide blond' means white, and raven black' means very black.
Q2. The dialogue in this poem reveals to us that the landlady is an extremely racist person and that the persona is a clever person who is also very honest. The land lady, instead of simply rejecting the persona, even went on and asked the persona 'how dark, or very dark' as she wants to add insult to injury just because the persona is a black and make the persona feel bad about being a black. The persona is clever in insulting the land lady by asking her to see his bottom and to witness for herself how black it is.He knows how to impress the land lady to show that, despite being an African, he is more knowledgeable. He is also honest in telling the land lady that he is an African even though he knew the outcome of saying that.
Q3. The persona wins the battle in the end. While the racist insults rained down upon him, he managed to defend successfully and even outwitted the land lady in the end with the witty remark "wouldn't you rather see for yourself?".
Q2. The dialogue in this poem reveals to us that the landlady is an extremely racist person and that the persona is a clever person who is also very honest. The land lady, instead of simply rejecting the persona, even went on and asked the persona 'how dark, or very dark' as she wants to add insult to injury just because the persona is a black and make the persona feel bad about being a black. The persona is clever in insulting the land lady by asking her to see his bottom and to witness for herself how black it is.He knows how to impress the land lady to show that, despite being an African, he is more knowledgeable. He is also honest in telling the land lady that he is an African even though he knew the outcome of saying that.
Q3. The persona wins the battle in the end. While the racist insults rained down upon him, he managed to defend successfully and even outwitted the land lady in the end with the witty remark "wouldn't you rather see for yourself?".
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Setting of a story
1.The Real Durwan was set in Calcutta, in India. The Adventure of the Speckled Band and Pride and Prejudice were set both in England, in Baker Street, London and an unknown town respectively.
2.The Real Durwan was set in the the in 1950s where people are suffering from the aftermath of the partition. The Adventure of the Speckled Bandwas set in the late 1800s, in Victorian England. Pride and Prejudice was set in the 18th century, in Elizabethan England.
3. The setting gives me clues of the plot. Examples would be 'old dilapedated house', which tells your the house had long been abandoned and that it might be a hunted house; 'torrential rain' night indicate a gloomy setting. Also when the story is set might also give you clues. For example, if the story was set in the premedival ages, the plot might be something about the royalty or the wars between countries.
2.The Real Durwan was set in the the in 1950s where people are suffering from the aftermath of the partition. The Adventure of the Speckled Bandwas set in the late 1800s, in Victorian England. Pride and Prejudice was set in the 18th century, in Elizabethan England.
3. The setting gives me clues of the plot. Examples would be 'old dilapedated house', which tells your the house had long been abandoned and that it might be a hunted house; 'torrential rain' night indicate a gloomy setting. Also when the story is set might also give you clues. For example, if the story was set in the premedival ages, the plot might be something about the royalty or the wars between countries.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
To Kill a mockingbird(II)
The Civil Rights movement
a. The civil rights movement began in 1896.
b. The civil rights movement was about attempting to bring equality and grant all African Americans full civil rights. It was mostly a nonviolent and also a long lasting struggle.
c. 1)The Brown v. Board of education was a court case in which ended with blacks being able to use facilities in schools that whites used.
2)The Montgomery Bus boycotts was a boycott of Montgomery Buses which led to the buses being desegregated.
3)Desegregating Little Rock was a case that ended with all schools in Little Rock becoming desegregated.
d.John Kennedy.
e.Discrimination became banned in the United States and the African Americans became enfranchised
f. The Civil rights movement was very popular then following Montgomery Bus incident and Harper Lee worte the novel at that time. It showcases the social injustice in the South and allow the readers, particularly the white readers, to sympathesize with Rosa Parks and the Blacks.
Montgomery Bus Boycott and Scottsboro trials
a.1) Montgomery Bus Boycott. On December 1st 1955 Rosa Parks was charged with disorderly conduct and violating bus segregation laws. Then, on December 5, she was convicted and fined. Upon hearing that, blacks began boycott of the Montgomery buses.Black leaders decide to form the Montgomery Improvement Association(MIA), and elected Martin Luther King Jr as president. Negotiations between MIA, the city officials and the bus company broke down several times. Leaders of the MIA were then charged of starting boycotts without just cause. A decision by the US Supreme court was then misinterpreted by many to declare bus segregation unconstitutional. Following that, many bus companies, including the Montgomery Bus company, desegregated their buses. However, state officials then issued a law compelling bus companies to comply by the segregation laws. The blacks then challenge the segregation on a court case. Segregation was declared unconstitutional throughout America soon later.
2) Scottsboro trials. Olen Montgomery, Clarence Norris, Haywood Patterson, Ozie Powell, Willie Roberson, Charles Weems, Eugene Williams, Andy Wright, and Roy Wright hitched a train on March 31 1931. A fight had broken out between a few white men and black teenagers. The white men escaped and, furious after losing the fight, reported to the authorities that black teenagers on that train assaulted 2 white woman. Officers then went on the train to find every black youth on it. The 2 alleged victims of rape, Victoria Price and Ruby Bates, then began accusing the 9 black teenagers (Olen Montgomery, Clarence Norris, Haywood Patterson, Ozie Powell, Willie Roberson, Charles Weems, Eugene Williams, Andy Wright, and Roy Wright) of raping them. The 9 black youths were then imprisoned in Scottsboro, Alabama, and were hence named the 'Scottsboro Boys'. A Scottsboro doctor investigated Price and Bates and reported that they did not show any signs of being raped. Samuel Leibowitz was called in as the defence attorney, and he worked on the case of the Scottsboro boys for several years without charging them fees. In the first trial most of the Scottsboro boys were found guilty and sentenced to death,but due to appeal the court declared a second trial. In the second trial of Haywood Patterson, Bates claimed that she and Price made up the entire story of rape, while Price maintained her original testimony. However, both Haywood Patterson and Clarence Norris were given a guilty verdict and were sentenced to death. The US Supreme Court then found the trials unjust and demanded a retrial. The judge halted Haywood Patterson's retrial and went on with the trials of Andrew Wright and Charles Weems. After another series of trials, most of the Scottsboro boys were sent to prison.
b & c. Both trials were in the 1930s, and occured in the state of Alabama. Both stars a heroic character who tried to fend off racial discrimination and defend a black man(in the case of the Scottsboro trials, 9 black men)unjustly accused of raping white woman, which was illegal by law then.
Trials of a true Southern Belle and Southern Gentleman
a.1)The Southern gentleman rules are not inherited, but learned, i.e. one might not be borned in the South but he can acquire the Southern gentlemen rules. The rules include: dressing up for ladies, learning how to speak with ladies, flirting, etc.
2)The southern ladies rules include: wearing REAL pearls, calling you father and mother 'daddy' and 'mama' no matter how old she is, wearing branded clothes.
b.They cook.
c.
a & b.Nelle Harper Lee was born in Monroeville. In 1944, she graduated from Monroe County High School in Monroeville, and enrolled at Huntingdon College in Montgomery for one year,where she developed an interest in literature, and pursued a law degree at the University of Alabama from 1945 to 1949. Though she did not complete the law degree, she studied for a summer in Oxford, England, before moving to New York City in 1950, where she worked as a reservation clerk with Eastern Air Lines and BOAC till 1958, when she sbegan putting more effort into writing.
c.To Kill a Mockingbird, Love—In Other Words,Christmas to Me,When Children Discover America, Romance and High Adventure
d.Pulitzer Prize and Presidential Medal of Freedom
e. It was also something which had tremendous impact on the Americans and brought them new insights into the racial injustice dominant in the South then. It allowed Americans to empathise with and even advoate the blacks who started the Civil Rights movement when the book was published. All in all,it had a colossal influence on the views of the Americans on the blacks.
a. The civil rights movement began in 1896.
b. The civil rights movement was about attempting to bring equality and grant all African Americans full civil rights. It was mostly a nonviolent and also a long lasting struggle.
c. 1)The Brown v. Board of education was a court case in which ended with blacks being able to use facilities in schools that whites used.
2)The Montgomery Bus boycotts was a boycott of Montgomery Buses which led to the buses being desegregated.
3)Desegregating Little Rock was a case that ended with all schools in Little Rock becoming desegregated.
d.John Kennedy.
e.Discrimination became banned in the United States and the African Americans became enfranchised
f. The Civil rights movement was very popular then following Montgomery Bus incident and Harper Lee worte the novel at that time. It showcases the social injustice in the South and allow the readers, particularly the white readers, to sympathesize with Rosa Parks and the Blacks.
Montgomery Bus Boycott and Scottsboro trials
a.1) Montgomery Bus Boycott. On December 1st 1955 Rosa Parks was charged with disorderly conduct and violating bus segregation laws. Then, on December 5, she was convicted and fined. Upon hearing that, blacks began boycott of the Montgomery buses.Black leaders decide to form the Montgomery Improvement Association(MIA), and elected Martin Luther King Jr as president. Negotiations between MIA, the city officials and the bus company broke down several times. Leaders of the MIA were then charged of starting boycotts without just cause. A decision by the US Supreme court was then misinterpreted by many to declare bus segregation unconstitutional. Following that, many bus companies, including the Montgomery Bus company, desegregated their buses. However, state officials then issued a law compelling bus companies to comply by the segregation laws. The blacks then challenge the segregation on a court case. Segregation was declared unconstitutional throughout America soon later.
2) Scottsboro trials. Olen Montgomery, Clarence Norris, Haywood Patterson, Ozie Powell, Willie Roberson, Charles Weems, Eugene Williams, Andy Wright, and Roy Wright hitched a train on March 31 1931. A fight had broken out between a few white men and black teenagers. The white men escaped and, furious after losing the fight, reported to the authorities that black teenagers on that train assaulted 2 white woman. Officers then went on the train to find every black youth on it. The 2 alleged victims of rape, Victoria Price and Ruby Bates, then began accusing the 9 black teenagers (Olen Montgomery, Clarence Norris, Haywood Patterson, Ozie Powell, Willie Roberson, Charles Weems, Eugene Williams, Andy Wright, and Roy Wright) of raping them. The 9 black youths were then imprisoned in Scottsboro, Alabama, and were hence named the 'Scottsboro Boys'. A Scottsboro doctor investigated Price and Bates and reported that they did not show any signs of being raped. Samuel Leibowitz was called in as the defence attorney, and he worked on the case of the Scottsboro boys for several years without charging them fees. In the first trial most of the Scottsboro boys were found guilty and sentenced to death,but due to appeal the court declared a second trial. In the second trial of Haywood Patterson, Bates claimed that she and Price made up the entire story of rape, while Price maintained her original testimony. However, both Haywood Patterson and Clarence Norris were given a guilty verdict and were sentenced to death. The US Supreme Court then found the trials unjust and demanded a retrial. The judge halted Haywood Patterson's retrial and went on with the trials of Andrew Wright and Charles Weems. After another series of trials, most of the Scottsboro boys were sent to prison.
b & c. Both trials were in the 1930s, and occured in the state of Alabama. Both stars a heroic character who tried to fend off racial discrimination and defend a black man(in the case of the Scottsboro trials, 9 black men)unjustly accused of raping white woman, which was illegal by law then.
Trials of a true Southern Belle and Southern Gentleman
a.1)The Southern gentleman rules are not inherited, but learned, i.e. one might not be borned in the South but he can acquire the Southern gentlemen rules. The rules include: dressing up for ladies, learning how to speak with ladies, flirting, etc.
2)The southern ladies rules include: wearing REAL pearls, calling you father and mother 'daddy' and 'mama' no matter how old she is, wearing branded clothes.
b.They cook.
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a & b.Nelle Harper Lee was born in Monroeville. In 1944, she graduated from Monroe County High School in Monroeville, and enrolled at Huntingdon College in Montgomery for one year,where she developed an interest in literature, and pursued a law degree at the University of Alabama from 1945 to 1949. Though she did not complete the law degree, she studied for a summer in Oxford, England, before moving to New York City in 1950, where she worked as a reservation clerk with Eastern Air Lines and BOAC till 1958, when she sbegan putting more effort into writing.
c.To Kill a Mockingbird, Love—In Other Words,Christmas to Me,When Children Discover America, Romance and High Adventure
d.Pulitzer Prize and Presidential Medal of Freedom
e. It was also something which had tremendous impact on the Americans and brought them new insights into the racial injustice dominant in the South then. It allowed Americans to empathise with and even advoate the blacks who started the Civil Rights movement when the book was published. All in all,it had a colossal influence on the views of the Americans on the blacks.
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