Walter Dean Myers
Zander and his friends, Kambui, LaShonda, and Bobbi start their own newspaper, The Cruiser, as a means for speaking out, keeping the peace, and expressing what they believe. When the school launches a mock Civil War, Zander and his friends are forced to consider the true meaning of democracy and what it costs to stand up for a cause. The result is nothing they could have expected, and everything they could have hoped for.
Reenacting those days.” “And when the Confederate states seceded they didn’t talk about race,” I said. “They were talking about property rights. So if you call slaves property how come it’s not about race?” “It’s a very complex issue, Mr. Scott,” Mr. Culpepper said. “The states of the Confederacy were quoting the Constitution when they claimed your—the slaves—as property. That might be too complex for eighth-graders.” Okay, now I was seeing it. Mr. Culpepper was talking about slavery being too.
Understand what was going on back then. “I’m sorry for the people I offended but I think it’s wrong of people to come down on me so hard when almost the whole country had some connection with slavery back in the day. I guess I’m not too sensitive a guy, but that doesn’t mean I’m a bad person. We should be able to talk about race and maybe even make fun of it. Or that might be in a perfect world or something, I don’t know. It’s, like, a hundred and forty-some years since the Civil War was over.
And I thought about what Kambui had said about the bear. I felt a little nervous, but I knew I was correct. “So what did you gentlemen want to see us about?” Alvin spoke with this drawl that kind of cracked me up. “About what you wrote in The Palette,” I said. “I think that was wrong and I think you knew it was wrong.” “Well, we’re edging toward secession,” Alvin went on. “You people have your ideas and we have ours. You’re entitled to spread yours as you see fit. We intend to do the same.”.
Thirty percent chance of precipitation. If the rain holds up past eleven-thirty we will commence the Battle of Gettysburg. You could listen to him for an hour and not remember one thing he said. His wife always wanted to speak to me over the phone, to ask me questions about how my ball playing was going or what computer games I liked to play. I didn’t really hate her, but I didn’t want to talk to her or him on the phone. The thing that got to me was how Alvin and the other soccer players were.
Civil War,” Kambui said. “So he’s saying he’s just putting out copies of a historical document.” “So what you want to do?” I asked. “Throw down!” Kambui said. “If he knows we’re not going to go upside his head then he’s just going to keep running with it.” “And if we beat him up we’ll get suspended,” I said. “Yeah, right,” Kambui agreed. “I’m glad you’re finally getting the point because we’re in the same position the slaves were in. I think the least thing you could do would be to quit as.