who will survive?

Freedom Writers (2007)

Based on the book called "The Freedom Writers Diary" by Erin Gruwell and the kids of Wilson High. (my next)
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Marcus: No, that don't fly Ma.
Erin Gruwell: First of all I'm not anybody's mother.
Andre: No, that's not what it means.
Eva: It's a sign of respect... for you.
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Miep Gies: But even an ordinary secretary or a housewife or a teenager can, within their own small ways, turn on a small light in a dark room. ***
Marcus: I've never had a hero before. But you are my hero.
Miep Gies: Oh, no. No, no, no, young man, no. I am not a hero. No. I did what I had to do, because it was the right thing to do. That is all.

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Erin Gruwell: Maybe we should talk about art. Tito's got real talent, don't you think? You know something? I saw a picture just like this once, in a museum. Only it wasn't a black man, it was a jewish man. And instead of the big lips he had a really big nose, like a rat's nose. But he wasn't just one particular jewish man. This was a drawing of all jews. And these drawings were put in the newspapers by the most famous gang in history. You think you know all about gangs? You're amateurs. This gang will put you all to shame. And they started out poor and angry and everybody looked down on them. Until one man decided to give them some pride, an identity... and somebody to blame. You take over neighborhoods? That's nothing compared to them. They took over countries. You want to know how? They just wiped out everybody else. Yeah, they wiped out everybody they didn't like and everybody they blamed for their life being hard. And one of the ways they did it was by doing this: see, they print pictures like this in the newspapers, jewish people with big, long noses... blacks with big, fat lips. They'd also published scientific evidence that proved that jews and blacks were the lowest form of human species. Jews and blacks were more like animals. And because they were just like animals it didn't matter if they lived or died. In fact, life would be a whole lot better if they were all dead. That's how a holocaust happens. And that's what you all think of each other.
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Andre: My brother taught me what the life is for a young black man. Pimp, deal, whatever. Learn what colors to wear. Gang banners. You can sell to one corner, but you can't sell another. Learn to be quiet. The wrong word can get you popped.
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Brandy: In every war, there is an enemy. I watched my mother being hlaf-beaten to death, and watched as bloodand tears streamed down her face. I felt useless and scared, and furious at the same time. I can still feel the sting of the belt on my back and my legs. One time he couldn't pay the rent. That night he stopped us on the street and pointed to the concrete. He said, "pick a spot."
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Eva: In America, a girl can be crowned a princess for her beauty, and her grace. But an Aztec princess is chosen for her blood. To fight for her people as Papi and his father fought, against those who say we are less than they are, against those who say that we are not equal in beauty or blessings.
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At the hotel dinner for the kids, after their trip to the Holocaust museum, all of the Holocaust survivor characters are played by actual Holocaust survivors. (jõhker)

... ütlen vaid et Hilary Swank oli nagu alati, amazing ja kõik need lapsed, kelle silmades oli seesama hirm, ausus, lootusetus aga samas ka lootus.. . ma ei tea.. hingetu oli olla. selline raske ja keeruline, aga see kuidas mingi lootus nende silmis kasvas, see oli lihtsalt...ilma sõnadeta. Muidugi, kes olen mina, et seda kultuuri ja elu niimodi judge'da, ma ei tea ju sellest mitte midagi ja ilmselt lähemalt ka ise tundma ei tahaks õppida, KUID.... neid on liiga palju, kes sellega ikka veel.. jah.. kokku puutuvad ilmselt. Ja ma usun et kõik pole külll päris nii nagu filmis ja kõik asjad pole happy endinguga, aga see asi oli for real. see raamat, need kirjutised, see olustik, holokaust, lootus, leppimine, sõbrad erinevates rassides.,, it was way too ... jah.. tegelt mul ei olegi sõnu. mul olid aind pisarad ja valus tunne.


Täna käisin koolis ka. 9-19.00ni olin seal. Tegelikult oli täitsa hariv. Üle pika aja. Tudengi tunne tuli isegi korraks peale. Juhtimise alused on huvitav aine... ja seda oli meil ikka üksjagu ..3 loengut, ehk siis 4,5 h vist jah. ja siis tuli statistika. my fav. vähemalt ei ole õpetajaks meesnaine nagu ennemuistsel aal reinikus. selle üle olen ma tänulik. ja muidu üpris fun oli ka.

aga praegu ma pean kuidagi muud moodi rõõmu tundma. Siki läks ka ära ja ma olen praktiliselt üksi majas ja siis see naaber mees on ka.. homme kooli ei ole, kuna tegin statistika praktika ära. ma lähen ilmselt homme koju. ma arvan nii. ma ei tea.
ma tahan midagi uut ja tahan.... ma tahan ellu jääda. aga ma ei taha lihtsalt rahul olla, vaid õnnelik ja selleks on mul vaja teha ära miljon asja, sest ma ei rahuldu keskpärasega ja ma pole kunagi seda teinud. i need..
.ma tean mida ma tahan. ja ma pean selle saama ka.
ja K, küll ma leian enda jälle üles. Ma armastan sind, sa tead.

südan oma parimaid.