Hello Everyone! This is the Black History Month Gallery Page.
The video below is a Martin Luther King Tribute.
If you would like to submit to the gallery with a creation of your own. It can be a painting, a drawing, a skit or an essay/report.
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The video below is a Martin Luther King Tribute.
If you would like to submit to the gallery with a creation of your own. It can be a painting, a drawing, a skit or an essay/report.
Send your work of art to [email protected] and you will have it featured on this page.
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Black History Month The Biography of Harriet Tubman By Mabel Shehadi With great pride and happiness, we recall the life and achievements of Mrs. Harriet Tubman. Mrs. Tubman was born in 1821. She lived her life to the fullest in the service of her people. She has dedicated her efforts to fight injustice and to free her people. Very much like Moses, she has delivered her people from the bondage of slavery to freedom. When Mrs. Tubman was sixteen years old she suffered of an unfortunate, or possibly a fortunate accident. Although this accident has scared her head and left her with physical impairment for a long time, it has opened her eyes to the injustice and unfairness of slavery and has given her the power, the motivation, and the resolve to fight against this terrible injustice and treatment of her people. Mrs. Harriet Tubman has helped the Union army during the Civil War as a scout, as a cook, and as a nurse. Later, she went to live in Auburn, New York, where she hosted her old parents who were freed from Maryland. She has also opened her house as a shelter to needy and misfortunate African and Native Americans. Mrs. Tubman has certainly lived her life to the fullest. She passed away in peace on March 10, 1913. We certainly mourn her and share the grief of her loss. We will always remember her life and achievements. Her legacy will certainly live on forever. Mrs. Tubman, may you rest in peace. A Black History Month Poem
By Shannon Maharajh Courage is not defined by skin tone, Courage indeed is emerging from your comfort zone. Courage is a feeling that will never fade, Especially for the price African Americans paid. Courage is defined as being able to face your fears, Just as many of our activists adhered. Martin Luther King had a dream, While Rose Parks was treated with no esteem. Emitt Till had the nerve to flirt, Even if he was beat to the dirt. Ruby Bridges stood tall, Even if the world took a fall. Little Rock Nine was The Bright Nine. They even ended the parting line! Courage shines it's way, Little by little everyday! Courage shows for once and for all That you can be willing to take a fall! Just get right back up, As a change will erupt, As all these actions are abrupt. |
Martin Luther King Jr.
“Letter from a Birmingham Jail” By Caitlyn Speer “We will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.”(Martin Luther King Jr., I Have a Dream). Martin Luther King Jr. uses an idealistic and elegant approach in his writing. He used descriptive words to get his point across and to inspire readers to stand up for what they believe in. On April 16th, 1963 he used metaphoric and inspiring words to relate to the Clergymen and to gain their help in his cause. He was sent to jail during a peaceful protest in what he calls “the most thoroughly segregated city in the United States.” Birmingham, unfortunately, was known for its racial injustice and bombings. While slavery was outlawed and in many states segregation was and still is frowned upon, especially by those in the north, there remained some states that are so steeped in segregation that they cannot see the wrongs that have been committed. In “Letter from Birmingham Jail,” Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. used stylistic devices such as metaphors, connotative language, and strategic support in order to open the church leaders’ eyes to racial injustice and convince them to take action against it. Martin Luther King Jr.’s work used metaphoric symbolization to paint a picture, in a sense, for the Clergyman to help prove his point. Metaphors are figures of speech that do not use the words like or as. While metaphors are filled with pretty words and images if they are not used correctly they could end up giving you the opposite effect. It takes a lot of practice to be able to use metaphors at correct times. King had years of experience using metaphors and it reflects in his work. When King went to high school in Atlanta, Booker T. Washington High School, he became known for his public speaking skills. During his junior year, he won first prize in an oral speech presentation context. His elocutionist skills would help him greatly in the future. His clear use of metaphors helped him to get his point across to the Clergymen in his letter from the dusty, dank cell in the Birmingham Jail...(Click to Continue Reading)
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More Than By:Ashley Dorvilias We are more than our skin tone. More than the color of our eyes. More than our ethnicities. We are the words we speak. The people we love. We are the ones that hurt us the most but still stay by their side. We are the families we are raised in. The places we have been and are going. We are our the foods we love and the foods we hate. We are our imperfect smiles and crazy laughs. We are our favorite shoes and the clothes we cant seem to get rid of. We are NOT the hatred but the love. We are the memories stored deep in our brains (Both good and bad). We are our achievements and our failures. We are Not what others say we are,We are what we say we are. So no we are Not our skin tone. Nor the color of our eyes. Not even are ethnicities. We are the things that are within,the way we connect with others and the love we share. The outside does not define us...But what’s within ,that’s what count’s. “No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.” ~Nelson Mandela~ I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. ~Dr.Martin Luther King Jr. ~ |
What About? By:Ashley Dorvilias During Black History month the common names you usually hear are Martin Luther King Jr.,Rosa Parks,and Harriet Tubman. But what of the least common ones like Sojourner Truth who fought for the freedom and rights of African American slaves everywhere,and who is considered to be one of the best abolitionists,and activists of ALL TIME! What about Gwendolyn Brooks who was a famous Poet and writer who was the first African-American to win the Pulitzer Prize. What about Bessie Coleman who was the first black women in the World to earn her pilots license paving the way for many others behind her. Or even Ruby Bridges a brave young girl who was one of the first African American students to got to an all white school,and sure they made a movie about her but not many know her name. What about C.B Brooks who was an African American man who who invented and then patented the electronic street cleaner. What about Alfred L. Cralle who patented the first ice cream scope. What about Judy W. Reed became the first African-American woman to receive a patent for a machine used by hand to knead and roll dough. What about Madame C.J. Walker who created hair products exclusively for African American's and became a millionaire through her own products. What about them? What about these amazing people? Have you heard of them? Have you heard about them? No? Or have you been stuck on the “mainstream” ones? |
Black History Month By: Natasha Olivari It's a month with celebration, Liberty, Peace, Joy and Love. Its a day when we can actually respect each other no matter what color we are. No matter where we're from or our race. Its when we can all be together; be friends and enjoy being each others company. During those years of “colors”, African Americans had to be divided by White Americans. That caused Americans to rule over others that were different from them and to tell you, I know how that feels like. Where I live, theres a lot of particular people that don't respect you just because you are different from them. Well, thats just ignorance. But the real truth with all this is that we just have to like each other. Beginning with ourselves. We have to comfirm our selves for who we are. That we are this way because God wants us to be and also because it is in our parents genes. When you do this, you feel happy within yourself because you know who you really are; Because you know you are this way, you have to respect others the way you respect yourself. I've heard many people say that African Americans were meant to be slaves because they are just nasty people. Because they are lazy and dont know how to do many things. And also because their haters. I've always told them that there are many people like them but that are educated and really good people. So, do not judge by color but for actions. Black History Month is Febraury 2014. I give thanks to Martin Luther King Jr. and the Statue of Liberty for giving us a great future to be together. |
I Have No Culture By: Brooke Henderson Chocolate coins melt on Chinese New Years Prosper and bring honor your family. ` Cat fish whiskers scratch these swamp swaddled toes There’s mud in that cheesy grin. ` Oh, you’re not Black? Then you’re not my child. You must be ashamed of me. ` Press your feet, lightly On the dew drop grass, while Buffaloes roam beneath my lids. ` My chariot into this great free nation Was gladly disguised As a beat up army green jeep ` Don’t step on that bug, honey; That’s probably your Uncle Will Ed. ` A chant I’ve never heard Rumbles in my throat At the sound of those tribal drums. Perhaps I was a warrior in a past life. They laugh at me, “Your family swam here” They say But I’ve never even seen the goddamn ocean. ` Oh, sweetheart, baby love, Put on a dress. Your daddy wasn’t blessed with no boy child. ` Oh, you’re not Black? Right, you’re too light Hair’s too nice You don’t belong. ` Waves caress the shore And the beauty of His creation brings me to my knees Just because We. Are. Here. ` You’re windier than a sack of farts. ` Don’t touch the dominos Or that cutlass That’s a man’s job, little one. ` Why do the Haitians get to stay While us Cubans wait in our pathetic rafts? This country is a joke. The parents laugh When they see I am the only kid in Pre-K with their card Still on green. What’s so funny, Ma? ` How could I have loved you so deeply, And not known your government name? ` Ugh, if I had that hair… ` I know you did not walk, Into my house, With those shoes on. Take them off before I beat you the way your daddy needs to. ` You’re an embarrassment to us all. Shame. Shame. Shame. I won’t have a granddaughter who plays with frogs Rolls in the mud Runs around naked Better pick up that book, ‘cuz you won’t get nowhere with those looks, child. Yes ma’am. No sir. Pleased to meet you, sir. Who Am I? Please Wade deeper into self-reverence Not national, but corporal Wallow in this melting pot (Shaken, Not Stirred) After all, We’ve undertaken the greatest migration there ever was To make this country what it is. Bread fruit, Fish fry, Curry, Pecans, Rice, Lychee, African American, Arawak, Cherokee, Chinese, West African, Indian, Scandinavian Who I am, I am. I don’t have a culture, I have many. |