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Posted in Nonfiction on Oct 26, 2022

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It Matters

Submitted to Contest #45

REEDSY 12JUN2020Writing prompt #194Write a story about solidarity, activism, community, inaction and change.It Matters   by clcronan 2020Oh, so here you sit, on my porch, tryin to tell ME somethin? You don’t know nothin. Don’t be tryin to preach bout duty and all that when you don’t know from nothin. I was 12 years old (1948) when President Truman signed a paper said it weren’t right to segregate the army. Well, he missed savin my Uncle Titus from workin graves duty through his time serving ova in Italy durin The WW Two....

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There Are No Heroes Here

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Ifediora said the time had come.Because the herders had moved into our farms, and their cows had begun to covet our crops, as our mothers had feared; and their bullets had begun to find new homes in our skulls, as our fathers had predicted. Nobody knew when they moved into our village. Our king had assured us they’d only stay for a few days, but then the days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months; and the killing and coveting began. The police had no one to arrest because they never found them guilty; If you’d get proof, we’ll make ...

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27th July 1981, Maze Prison, Northern Ireland

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There’s a shrill alarm ringing. I used to wake up before the alarm, but recently I’ve slept like the dead. Sleep still has its hold on me. It’s pressing down on me like a thousand blankets. I hear whistles now, and batons banging on the doors as the guards do their rounds.“Up, up, time to get up!”My eyes crack open. It’s a sunny day, a rare and welcome event in Ireland. I stretch out my body, carefully. Everything is stiff and mechanical, like trying to peddle a rusty bicycle.It’s been 28 days since I last ate something and my body aches at ...

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Activism

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ActivismThe noise in the world that every living thing experiences in its lifetime varies significantly. The impact of informed activism is at the forefront of our societies and the grouped individuals are relaying a message. The best advocate for change is the people committed to demonstrating the change they are wanting. Selfless demonstration can be reconciled with an entire driving force. Let passion be the foundation, let love guide the way, let assertiveness define the moments that lead to the desired outcome and do not give up no matt...

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A Change is Bound to Come

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Kat I can’t see. I scratch at my burning eyes relentlessly but it is to no avail. I feel a cool liquid run down my face and I taste milk as I dart my tongue out to unveil the mystery substance. My itching eyes roll back in my head and as I try to force them shut, I wonder whether it is to alleviate the agonizing discomfort in my eyes or to avoid looking at the twisted scene in front of me, and I do not know.  A hand attaches itself to my shoulder and I realize that I am on the ground. The hand guides me to my feet and I slowly blink o...

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A WHITE LAB COAT

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Margarita Escobar                                                                                            about 1,300 words122-19673 Meadows Garden WayPitt Meadows BC V3Y OA1778 953 2279margesco@hotmail.comMember: Coquitlam Writers Group   Tri City WordsmithsA WHITE LAB COATby M B EscobarSandra woke in his a...

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An Unexpected Turn Of Events

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"Dad you are only gonna make it worse. It is not the first time this happens and it won't be the last. Let it go and surely something good is gonna come up eventually." The girl's voice would come out timid and gentle while everyone kept eating around the table. Her thin blond hair would fall straight in front of her shoulders hiding the top part of her white dress. The mother glanced at the father who kept sorting out his food and then turned to her:"Jenna, honey don't you worry about it." She tapped her hair with a soft downward movem...

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LOUDER

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Yes, Anarkiddy, the activists are our most powerful tool for justice! See that man, walking, without a care. And see the group approaching him? There’s a divide between the two; philosophically and somewhat physically. The lone man is disobeying our rule of sociality. If you go anywhere, you must be accompanied by Tovarishi. Even if it is but one, you are still in compliance! Why you ask? Because the single man’s thoughts are dangerous! You will learn this all in school. In the group society is safe. The larger a group we become, the safer w...

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The Burning Of The FireBird

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The Orange King’s hall was busy and bustling as the crowd of people moved in. Reign and her best friend,Theo, made their way to the side of the hall. Being the children of royals had its perks especially when it came to being able to see the king and what he brings from far away. Reign and Theo sat in their seats toward the front of the hall as The Orange King stood up and silence spread around the room.  “Quiet, quiet. Today I bring you a marvelous treat. It is a good day to be one of my royal subjects,” The Orange King clapped his ...

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Anna May's Fight For Freedom

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“Daddy, why are you white and mommy’s black?” Amani asks.   She’s always been curious. Curious about everything, she reminds me a lot of myself when I was her age. Louis gets a thoughtful expression on his face and a sparkle in his eyes, and I know he’s about to say something inspirational. That's what I've always loved about him, he always knows the right words because I sure don't know how to put that in a child's understanding.       “Baby, love goes beyond the color of the skin. Love is that special way...

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A conversation about activism

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“What is the use of all these posts anyways? I’m tired of seeing #BLM on my feed all the time! Who doesn’t know already that these people want to educate at this point?”17 year old Sadie did not consider herself racist, but she also wasn’t an idealist. “Who are these people kidding? Do they really think posting this stuff online is making a difference?” Sadie sighed out loud.Her friend looked up from her book and fixed her with an irritated stare.“Don’t tell me you’re one of those annoying people on the internet that post all lives matt...

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Back When the Sky Was Blue

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“Back When the Sky Was Blue”It was early June of last year when the sunrise in the East first seemed to last longer. The morning newspaper listed the daily weather forecast and the times for sunrise and sunset. It was easy to tell when it came up in the morning because the colors were intense and beautiful when it eased its way over the ridge east of the city. Once it cleared that ridge the sky slowly turned blue and the day was underway. I’d first noticed it on a Saturday but didn’t think much of it until I noticed later that same day the s...

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Funmilayo Ransome-Kuti And The Women’s Union of Abeokuta

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Funmilayo Ransome-Kuti (1900–1978) was born in Abeokuta, in present-day Ogun State, Nigeria. She was one of the first women to attend Abeokuta Grammar School in 1914, where she would go on to teach. In 1919 she left for Wincham Hall School for Girls, Cheshire, England, to pursue her studies. By the time of her return to Nigeria in 1922, no doubt in reaction to the racism she had encountered in Britain, she had dropped her Christian name, Frances Abigail. She soon became associated with some of the most important anti-colonial educational mov...

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The Driving of the Deer

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Pengarron sat upon his granite throne. “Do they come,” spake he.     “Aye, my lord,” muttered the servant there, hushed hesitantly.     “Then send forth an usher, to welcome my messenger home.”     “Aye, my lord,” the servant bowed and hurriedly gestured outward to send guards to the door.      In the fields beyond the caste, along the vale where runneth the river, came a troop aride on horseback. Quiet rang the toot of hunting horn, deep thudded the hooves ...

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We got hired, so we fought

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     Samantha paced the corridor of the city hall. Her breath was caught in her throat. Today was the day of her interview at “Robotic dramatics.” Out of all jobs she applied for before, this one she might actually be able to snag. Something was to be said for not being hired for the color of your skin. Robotic dramatics was said to be the leading robotic center where new robots were constructed, designed, or demolished. In Samantha’s case, she wanted to be nowhere near the robots herself. She felt nothing could be done i...

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