5/31/20

Human’s Tribune

Volume 1

Issue 17

Sunday, May 31, 2020

Stuff’s Happening

Stuff’s happening, and the Human’s Tribune is here to inform you. Our society is having issues right now, but we are here for you.

A Word of Advice

By Rosey Flocke

I have found a new method of having a good day: smiling. It’s as simple as that. Having a smile on your face is one thing that helps me have a good day. So this week I am going to smile. Not just for me but for others. Make someone's day.

Just remember you are not the only one going through this. Almost everyone in the world is. But if you can find just the right person to talk, to lean on, then you're all good. Give that person a call, a text, or even an email. Last but not least: you got this.

History in the Works:The NASA/SpaceX Launch

By Phillip Collins

On May 30, 2020, broadcasted around the world, SpaceX and NASA launched their spacecraft and crew members into space. Me, being the ecstatic person I am, watched the full broadcast on ABC and am still in awe. Way to go, SpaceX! History is in the works!

Protests Over George Floyd Last Night
By Antoinette Durand
In Minneapolis, Leslie Redmond, President of the NAACP, says, “What you're witnessing in Minnesota is something that's been a long time coming. I can't tell you how many governors I've sat down with, how many mayors we've sat down with. And we've warned them that if you keep murdering black people, the city will burn. We have stopped the city from burning numerous times, and we are not responsible for it burning now."

Last night marked the fifth night of protests. Rubber bullets were shot at reporters, and journalists faced arrests.

African American congresswoman Joyce Beatty from Ohio was pepper sprayed in Columbus at the protests.

Protests have broken out in over thirty cities nationwide. Chicago is under curfew until 6 AM. All of the subway lines have been suspended because of protests.

Washington DC, Utah, Texas, Colorado, Kentucky, Wisconsin, Georgia, Ohio, and Minnesota have requested assistants from the National Guard.

The outrage of racial injustice has spread through the country.

I’ll close with the words of Gwen Carr, the mother of Eric Garner. Eric Garner was killed by the police in 2014. "This is just opening up an old wound and pouring salt into it. The police officers come into our neighborhoods to brutalize, terrorize, and murder our children, and we have done nothing."

Weather

By Ember Hernandez

70 degrees on May 31st. 0% chance of rain. Sunny.

Book Report: The Stars Beneath Our Feet

From Good Reads

Rachpaul and his mom aren’t celebrating. They’re still reeling from his older brother’s death in a gang-related shooting just a few months earlier. Then Lolly’s mother’s girlfriend brings him a gift that will change everything: two enormous bags filled with Legos. Lolly’s always loved Legos, and he prides himself on following the kit instructions exactly. Now, faced with a pile of building blocks and no instructions, Lolly must find his own way forward.


His path isn’t clear—and the pressure to join a “crew,” as his brother did, is always there. When Lolly and his friend are beaten up and robbed, joining a crew almost seems like the safe choice. But building a fantastical Lego city at the community center provides Lolly with an escape—and an unexpected bridge back to the world.

David Barclay Moore paints a powerful portrait of a boy teetering on the edge—of adolescence, of grief, of violence—and shows how Lolly’s inventive spirit helps him build a life with firm foundations and open doors.

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night

By Dilan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,


Old age should burn and rave at close of day;


Rage, rage against the dying of the light.





Though wise men at their end know dark is right,


Because their words had forked no lightning they


Do not go gentle into that good night.





Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright


Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,


Rage, rage against the dying of the light.





Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,


And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,


Do not go gentle into that good night.





Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight


Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,


Rage, rage against the dying of the light.





And you, my father, there on the sad height,


Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.


Do not go gentle into that good night.


Rage, rage against the dying of the light.