Boys and Girls Ultimate: State Championships
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Me llamo Julia Boyer, vivo en el barrio cerca de su oficina. Tengo cuarenta años y soy una maestra en la Universidad. Estoy escribiendo porque quiero denunciar un problema. Hay un chaval en mi barrio y pienso que su padre le abusa. Miro al niño mucho porque reconozco los indicios de maltratar.Yo entiendo que maltratar infantil es un tema serio y la policía necesita un razón para una investigación. Entonces, escribí una lista de indicios preocupantes para prueba suficiente.
La familia del chaval tiene muchos problemas. Cinco años pasados, su niño se murío en un accidenté del coche. Luego, el chaval, se llama Pablo, nacío. Posiblemente, su padre le azota Pablo porque el extraña su niño. Pero, hay otros indicios de negligencia. Pablo no tiene supervisión adulta; yo veo Pablo en la calle durante escuela y durante la noche. Es obvio que el llega temprano a la escuela y sus padres no tiene un idea. Tambien, el comportamiento emocional de Pablo es un indicio. Por ejemplo, cuando se saludo, siempre está alerta y contesta muy rapido y quietamente. Es como el tiene miedo de su padre todo el tiempo. Finalmente, una día, cuando Pablo estuvo caminando, vi algunos moratónes en sus brazos y su cuello. No se pregunte a que pasa, porque piense que Pablo habré mentido.
El padre es un hombre muy severo. El trabaja en un ferretería y Pablo ayuda con los clientes. No hablo con el mucho; tengo miedo de el, también. Pero algunos tiempos, cuando llego a la ferretería, oí el papa gritando a Pablo. Mucha del tiempo es porque Pablo respondío despacio o porque el respondío con disrespeto. El papa usó palabras malos y intimidó a Pablo.
Por favor se enfrenta con el papa. Pablo necesita ayudar y tiene tan miedo para preguntar alguien. Es muy preocupante y yo necesito su ayuda a prevenir esta crueldad. Es parte de tu trabajo promover la prevención de abusar. Por favor, me escribe rapido.
She is someone who is of African American descent.
She is someone who is tall, almost as tall as I
she is someone who is Light skinned, with Long, dark brown hair
She is someone with big, dark brown eyes
She is someone who has a smile that brightens any room
She is someone who loves animals
She is someone who loves candy
She is someone who can hold her own in a video game tournament
She is someone who can spend her life at sea, she swims that well
She is someone who knows her way around a city, as long as it isn't Philadelphia
She is someone with her mind in the clouds, only because her
dreams are there
She is someone who is willing to go the extra mile for people in spite of herself
She is someone who can deal with the weight of the world because its her nature
She is someone that can keep a smile on her face no matter what the situation
She is someone who has her weak moments, but no one would ever know it.
She is someone who I can go to, to talk about anything
She is someone who comforts me and makes me feel like I am special
She is someone who I feel sees the real me, even when I put on a mask for other
She is someone that keeps me going when I can’t think of any other reason to go
She is someone…someone I will forever hold dear to my heart
(Pacing back and forth outside of her house concerned about her trapped husband, contemplating what she will do without him.)...Why? Why would this happen to me?
(pauses for a couple seconds to look at the bright side)But hey, at least there are other people down there to cope with him
(She stops and a tear rolls down her cheek.)if they are rescued.
(starts pacing again with more vigor)I haven’t told little our little Pablo what has happened to his papi.
(Picks up a picture of her husband and son playing together and looks at it longingly.)
(sitting on a ragged couch, on the verge of tears)W-W-Where’s my....my dad? Did he leave us?
(Starts to pull himself together and is gaining confidence again.)Do other kids that are my age even THINK about working?
(Standing against the inside of the mine in darkness talking to a fellow miner who is sitting on the ground a couple feet away)
Act I, Scence I
As I sit here in my village and watch my family sleep, I wonder if I’ll see them tomorrow. Everyday I’m fighting for my life, and I don’t know if I will live to see another day so I make the best of what I have. I run for duck and cover to prevent being seen by one of the Janjaweed men. If they saw me God knows what could happen. I feel like I’m being held hostage in my own country fighting for the right to live.
(Man sitting on the floor in his village in front of camera)
A man in a jail cell looking out the window thinking to himself.
I’m sitting here in my cell and I’m thinking; how did I end up in here? I mean is this what people get for fighting against cruelty to humans. I was fighting for rights for all south Africans, “Equal Rights”. I felt relieved that people were actually by my side, and they were fighting with me, blacks and whites. We were people fighting for each other’s rights. If we people don’t fight for our rights then who will? I sit here and I feel confused everyday that I am in this jail cell. I don’t deserve this. I was doing the right thing, or was I? I mean are we supposed to do the wrong thing in this cruel world? Maybe it’s the opposite right is wrong and wrong is right. Either way I will keep faith, and I shall continue to fight for our rights, until things change. One day all South Africans will have “Equal Rights”. We must keep this fight going.
A girl laying down on her bed writing in her diary under her cover with a flash light.
Its been a long time since I last talked to you, today I am writing to you today to inform you about my idol Nelson Mandela. He is in jail, and I wonder when is he is going to get out of jail. When he does could this mean that South Africans all over will be treated equally. I love that Nelson Mandela stands up for everyone in our country. His vision is a vision that can not be ignored. I’m only 9 years old, but I can get some adults involved, and we can start protest, just thinking about this makes me happy. I can make big signs, and we will stand outside of the jail, chanting let him free let him free. We will make sure that Nelson Mandela is set free out of jail. Thank You Diary You Gave Me Some Great Ideas, I will be back later I have to go talk mom and dad, so we can get started! See you.
A girl talking to her parents, she is very excited!
Jackie- Mom! Dad! I have a big master plan, and it involves helping someone very important to me.
Mom- Who is it honey?
Dad- Yeah who is it.
Jackie- NELSON MANDELA!
Mom- Isn’t he in jail?
Jackie- Yes he is.
Dad- Jackie I forbid you to go anywhere near a jail, he got himself in there with his mouth, so let him get himself out. We don’t have no business helping someone of that color out anyway. What good has he done for white people?
Jackie- Dad he isn’t just standing up for black people, he is helping everyone, not just blacks. He isn’t racist and by the way you are talking it seems that you are!
Dad- Now you go upstairs in your room. I will not have any thing to do with any of your shenanigans, and I will not have a child disrespecting me.
Mom- John you didn’t have to hit her, she is only trying to help someone. Her heart is in the right place, and it shouldn’t matter if they are black or white. I think what she is trying to do is a good thing. I am a big supporter of fighting for rights for all people black and white, and I am ashamed that you would even give a hell about his color. He seems to be a really good man, and I’m going to support our daughter whether you like it or not.
Dad- Sarah you know I’m not racist, but we could get in to some deep trouble for siding on the black man’s side. We will been seen as traders. My family won’t be seen as traders and that’s final.
Mom- Well I’m helping him whether you like it or not, and I don’t give a damn what people think.
Yeah who is it. Jackie I forbid you to go anywhere near a jail, he got himself in there with his mouth, so let him get himself out. We don’t have no business helping someone of that color out anyway. What good has he done for white people? Now you go upstairs in your room. I will not have any thing to do with any of your shenanigans, and I will not have a child disrespecting me. Helping him out, would be getting involved with government business, and that could lad to serious trouble. Like us being locked down right along with Nelson Mandela, and we don’t need to be in jail. If we go to jail your mother and I both could lose our jobs, and you would be kicked out of your school. We have to pay a lot of money for you to be able to attend private school. Be happy that you are getting a great education at the top private school in all of South Africa. Plus you should be occupied with homework so I don’t know how you would have time for helping out someone else, you got to take care of yourself first.
Who is it honey? Isn’t he in jail? Oh I would say yes right away, but we will have have to see what your father has to say. You know how he can be, and for the most part what he says goes.
John you didn’t have to hit her, she is only trying to help someone. Her heart is in the right place, and it shouldn’t matter if they are black or white. I think what she is trying to do is a good thing. I am a big supporter of fighting for rights for all people black and white, and I am ashamed that you would even give a hell about his color. He seems to be a really good man, and I’m going to support our daughter whether you like it or not. Well I’m helping him whether you like it or not, and I don’t give a damn what people think.
Sarah you know I’m not racist, but we could get in to some deep trouble for siding on the black man’s side. We will been seen as traders. My family won’t be seen as traders and that’s final.