Let’s Stop Racism! #MARCH #JohnLewis

Dear Mr. Lewis,

In the first twenty three pages of your book MARCH, I felt an anger boil inside of me while my eyes read the black-inked words from left to right, down each page. Why would someone have the motive to bomb a church? Why would teenagers drive through town to celebrate the deaths of four young aged girls from the church bombing? Why would another group of white teenagers, that were Eagle Scouts shoot a thirteen year old black boy off a bike who was minding his own business? And finally, why would a white police officer shoot and kill a black, sixteen year old innocent boy?

Twenty one were injured and four were killed from the church bombing. Each soul harmed was a child. It was annual “youth day” and the church had several young aged people in attendance. When the group of white, male teenagers drove through town waving their confederate flag, celebrating the deaths of those girls from the bombing, they passed three black male teenagers and threw an object at them, trying to hit one of them. In their defense, they all picked up rocks and started throwing them at the boys in the car. A white police officer noticed and put his sirens on. He cornered one of the three black teenagers when everyone attempted to scatter and then shot him dead. He claimed it was an accident and wasn’t indicted.

These incidents should not have happened back then and they definitely should not be happening in today’s world. As a nation, we need to put an end to racism and discrimination. God made us the way that we are for a reason and we need to treat one another with respect and kindness, regardless of someone’s skin color!

Sincerely,

 

Michael Hayes

Author of book, MARCH

John Lewis
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Lewis_(civil_rights_leader)

Writing notebook

1st grade yearbook picture

2007

My earliest literacy experience that I remember was in the first grade, at seven years old. I was at Dewey L. Carter Elementary School, in a small classroom, with roughly twenty students. There were several books, stacked nicely on multiple colorful bookshelves, alongside the brick walls. My teacher’s name was Mrs. Lee, and she had an assistant named Mrs. Pigate. I remember Mrs. Lee reading us stories, out of the books on the bookshelves once or twice a week. I looked forward to those days every day. During other days, Mrs. Pigate would spell words out, on the projector and make us read them aloud, individually. She would also make us students spell words that she called out, letter for letter, in front of the classroom. I also remember being given a notebook to write our thoughts down on paper and make words in sentences and sentences into paragraphs. I was excited when I was given this notebook because I felt like I could share all my thoughts by writing them down into it. It was almost like a Christmas gift. I could not wait to use it alongside the rest of my friends and then share our thoughts. Our teacher told us that not everybody got a notebook because there wasn’t enough and she gave out the notebooks to the students she felt like loved to write. That made me happy to know that she noticed I liked to write. The other students that did not receive a notebook couldn’t have cared less because they didn’t enjoy to write. These memories from the first grade built a foundation for where I am today.

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