Examples Of Monologue Of Selma

For Selma the event was a blessing sent by God for her specifically, she was able to consolidate her power over the city, by brute force, within three months after the event. Selma was successful in creating a mega-alliance with the

Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Scarlet. She lived in a beautiful humongous cottage. Her mother and father were one of the richest and snobbiest people in Snellville. Scarlet soon became snobby like her parents after birth. Her family and her didn’t like people who were below them in social class.

In 1965, there was nothing as dangerous as a nighttime protest in Alabama. Violence against Civil Right workers, marchers, peaceful protestors, could happen at anytime and the 500 people coming from the sanctuary of Zion United Methodist Church Feb. 18, 1965, were aware of it. Yet they

The first march occurred on March 7, a date that is now called “Bloody Sunday” (“Mobile Press article 3/2/75.”). On that day, the police pushed into the crowd and used nightsticks and tear gas (“Alabama Police Use Gas and Clubs to Rout Negroes.”). While this was happening, white spectators cheered as the police attacked the marchers (“Alabama Police Use Gas and Clubs to Rout Negroes.”). All of this violence was captured and shown on television, which made many viewers sympathetic to the marchers and their cause (“Selma

It was uplifting seeing my community and those from different towns marching the streets to stop the resistance. I saw them coming up behind me and my face lit up, these are my people, I thought. The sun was shining down as if it was lighting a path for these courageous people. But as they reached the end of the bridge that sunny path was suddenly gone and every smile turned to stone. I looked forward to continue my way to work when I was told to turn around. “It would

I am fixing my hair, and humming along to a song I heard on the radio, when I hear the concert start. I heard the announcements begin and the lights go dim. There was people all around me. People tripped over cords or called out demands. Some had microscopic mics on their faces, some had been putting on makeup on.

Black stage two stop light one two figures dressed in black. On the floor in fetal postions

I don’t like to reminisce on the event, yet when iris plastered all over the papers, 25 years after the incident, I can’t help but remember the affair. Even though I have tried to move on, it will always be a part of my past. A dark, grim, part of it that haunts me up to this day.

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

March 16 saw a demonstration in Montgomery, Alabama in which 580 demonstrators planned to march “from the Jackson Street Baptist Church to the Montgomery County Courthouse” (Reed 26). These protestors included a large number of northern college students. They met a police line a few blocks from the Courthouse and were forbidden from proceeding because “they did not have a parade permit” (Reed 26). Across the street came 40 or so students who planned on joining the group en route to the Courthouse. Eventually a few of the demonstrators dared to cross the street, led by James Forman who had organized the march. When it seemed the whole group would cross, police took action, with mounted officers and volunteers arriving at 1:12 pm. Riding into the small group of protestors, they forced most to withdraw, but a few stood fast around a utility pole where horsemen began to beat them. “A posseman

War and Peace probed into the human essence and its search for the truths of life. Tolstoy focused on two men to represent and carry the burden of finding those ethereal values. Throughout the novel, he utilized numerous images, symbols, dialogue, and foreshadowing to advance the progress of his characters. Yet, his most effective use of technical device can be found in describing the psychological thoughts and interior monologues of the characters. Most notably, the thoughts of Pierre and Andrei served to portray their spiritual changes better than by what they did, and also helped to foretell and build suspense to upcoming actions. By doing so, Tolstoy furthered the plot and created a realistic world from which to study

SEP/28/57 Friday every ones favorite day and were having a pep rally today. well I guess it wasn't for the black students, I heard that a stick of dynamite got thrown at one of them, also I saw a black girl getting pushed into a corner so I went and told one of the soldiers he went in but I

I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

As the bus winded down the bumpy path from the Conference on National affairs there was a deep sense of unity amongst each delegate. Every delegate felt apart a family and the strongholds of societal norms had been broken in our eyes. This feeling began to dissolve as a massive wave of sound began to flood the bus.On my phone alone I had 10 news alerts,20 missed calls and over 100 text and this was the same amongst every delegate. The alerts said Dallas under fire by a sniper, Black Lives Matter Protest turns violent,Another innocent Black Man shot by police, Unarmed Black man shot by police. In that moment my fellow delegates and I were left to process a week's worth of racial tension in one split second. Leading us all to come to different conclusions of the story. The daughter of a Dallas Police officer burst into tears not knowing if her Mom was alive. A group of students on the political right called their parents and friends as they discussed ways to back the blue. A group of African American students sit puzzled after seeing the reactions of the people on the bus and the notifications on their phones. They were torn between feeling angry due to the discrimination that their people had experienced for centuries and continued to face now. And they were torn between feeling sympathetic of the fallen officer that risked their lives to protect the protesters that were protesting for the rights of their people.Meanwhile I am torn between these two feelings and dealing