Wednesday, February 27, 2013
I have a dream that one day this nation will have respect for everyone black, white, asian, and mexican. I have a dream that one day everyone will be considered equal. I have a dream that one day we will all come together. I have a dream that will overcome all. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day we will all stand up for each other. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day everyone will get along. This is my hope and faith. With this faith we will be able to live the life of joyfulness. This will be the day when the sun really does shine brighter. And when this happens, when we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
If I was in Rosa Park's position I would have told the people that I am the same person as they are and they have no right to judge me because of my skin color. I have all the right to be on that bus as they do. They shouldn't be wasting their time in the day judging me or any other black person what is the point that they are trying to get across?
Self Expression. I express my self in many different ways, like if I'm mad you can tell because if it is something bad that I'm mad over usually my nostrils are flared and my lip sticks out. If the situation isn't that bad then I may not show any anger at all. If I'm in a good mood or happy then I laugh and make jokes all day. When I'm not in a bad mood I'm a great person to be around because I can make you laugh and have a good time together. but if I am in a bad mood you better watch out because you just might get hit.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
A group of activist white and black called themselves The Freedom Riders. They traveled by bus through the Deep South where segregation in bus facilities wasn’t just the custom, it was the law. They didn't fight back because they didn't feel like it?
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Tom Walker was a miserly fellow he had a wife as miserly as him; they were so miserly that they even conspired to cheat each other. Whatever she could lay her hands on she hid away. Tom continually prying about to detect her secret hoards, and many fierce were conflicts that took place about what ought to have been common property. Toms wife was a tall termagant. Tom made a deal with the devil and when he did that all of his things started burning and disappearing. Finally Tom died and he haunts the neighboring swamps and indian forts.
My name is Kathleen Byrd I am 16 Years old I was born on October 27, 1996 at Thomas hospital. I had to be transferred to Women's and Children's hospital because I was very sick. I stayed in the hospital for a little over a month. I love to cheerlead. My hobbies are Mud Ridden, Hanging out with my friends, and Having LOTS of fun. I also love Huntin Any kind. My daddy's name is Lemual Dillon Byrd Jr. but everyone calls him Lemo or Lem. My Mamma's name is Catherine Corinne Byrd and her maiden name is Crosby. I currently have a great job as a server. I'm happy just to have a job so I can have my own money so I can do what I want with it. This is a little bit about me.