Write a conversation in which the two boys who appear in "Tableau" discuss what happens in "Incident" with the eight-year-old boy who was the victim of the incident.

Bring them to life!

Tableau: For Donald Duff
Countee Cullen

Locked arm in arm they cross the way,
The black boy and the white,
The golden splendor of the day,
The sable pride of night.

From lowered blinds the dark folk stare,
And here the fair folk talk,
Indignant that these two should dare
In unison to walk.

Oblivious to look and word
They pass, and see no wonder
That lightning brilliant as a sword
Should blaze the path of thunder.

Incident
Countee Cullen

Once, riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me “Nigger.”

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.

So, have you started yet?

Sure, I'll start on it now. How many words do you need?

Will we split your final grade, will it be all mine, how will that work?

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Originally Posted by JudyKayTee

Sure, I'll start on it now. How many words do you need?

Will we split your final grade, will it be all mine, how will that work?

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Can you do this for me? This is boring and hard!!

Hey, Judy, let's you and I do it together and then contact the teacher so we can split the grade!

What is the first poem about? -- two boys who are what and who do what and what do others say about what they do?

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Originally Posted by kite9200

Can you do this for me?? this is boring and hard!!!!

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How much time do I have? When is it due?

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Originally Posted by JudyKayTee

How much time do I have? When is it due?

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Please try to do it today. I really need this done... if you don't mind, could you send the answers to my email? >email removed<

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Originally Posted by kite9200

Please try to do it today. I really need this done...if you don't mind, could you send the answers to my email?

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Why can't you do it?

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Originally Posted by Wondergirl

Why can't you do it?

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I suck at poetry just please help will you?

You are not to write poetry. You are to write a conversation between two boys.

Do you understand what the first poem says, what it means?

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Originally Posted by Wondergirl

You are not to write poetry. You are to write a conversation between two boys.

Do you understand what the first poem says, what it means?

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I think I know you are to write a conversation didn't I type that?? Ok and I don't know how to begin the conversation and I am to bring it to life?? Please just help pleaseseeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Originally Posted by kite9200

I think I know you are to write a convo didn't I type that????? Ok and I don't know how to begin the conversation and I am to bring it to life???? Please just help pleaseseeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Didn't you type that? Yes, you did.

If you dropped your attitude and spent half the time you've spent on AMHD working on your assignment it would be done by now.

Locked arm in arm they cross the way,
The black boy and the white,
The golden splendor of the day,
The sable pride of night.

(Two boys, one black and one white, are friends and hang out together.)

From lowered blinds the dark folk stare,
And here the fair folk talk,
Indignant that these two should dare
In unison to walk.

(Adults, both black and white, see these two boys being friends and are very unhappy that they hang out together.)

Oblivious to look and word
They pass, and see no wonder
That lightning brilliant as a sword
Should blaze the path of thunder.

(The two boys don't care and ignore the adults' stares and comments that each should stay with his own kind.)

Good so far?

Once, riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

(I was very happily visiting Baltimore and noticed a citizen of the city staring at me)

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me “Nigger.”

(He was a cute little kid, so I smiled at him. Instead of smiling back at me, he stuck out his tongue and called me a racist name.)

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That’s all that I remember.

(I stayed in Baltimore for six months and did many fun and interesting things there, but all I remember about the city is that little kid and his racism and disrespect.)

I have to check with my teacher and also the conversations have to be 2 paragraphs long... whatever that means.

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Originally Posted by kite9200

I have to check with my teacher and also the conversations have to be 2 paragraphs long...whatever that means.

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These aren't the convos yet, but just what the poems mean. Are you okay with the poems' meanings?

Next, you and I write the convos -- stick around.

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Originally Posted by Wondergirl

These aren't the convos yet, but just what the poems mean. Are you okay with the poems' meanings?

Next, you and I write the convos -- stick around.

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LOL OK... I'll stick around. I am afraid if I do the convos here and my teacher marks it as plagiarism? I love to work with you from here but how can I tell the teacher that this was me when she checks it in the plagiarism checker?

Summary of the poems:

Tableau -- Two boys, one black and one white, are friends and hang out together. Adults, both black and white, see these two boys being friends and are very unhappy that they hang out together. The two boys don't care and ignore the adults' stares and comments that each should stay with his own kind.

Incident -- I was 8 years old and very happily visiting Baltimore and noticed a citizen of the city, a white boy about my age, staring at me. I smiled at him. Instead of smiling back at me, he stuck out his tongue and called me a racist name. I stayed in Baltimore for six months and did many fun and interesting things there, but all I remember about the city is that boy and his racism and disrespect.