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Thompson Dear Jambalaya, Have you seen the news? The body of Emit Till was finally found battered and bruised in a river. Yet another brutal murder sparked by racism, and I wouldn't be surprised if the men behind the murders only spend a few weeks in jail. Every day it seems I read of a new hate crime, whether it be a lynching or a beating. The sad thing is that I do not believe our country can overcome these boundaries. Up here in the north there is less hate, but ironically most of the Klan members live in Illinois. Hopefully this tragedy will bring some sort of national pursuit of equality. Although I believe that racism can never be conquered, somehow I know that segregation and unfairness in the courts can be minimized. In the future I had made plans to visit my relatives in New Orleans, but this story has completely terminated that desire. The murder of Emmitt Till deeply angers me. I wish that somehow I could be able to help his family find justice in a prejudice judicial system, but unfortunately I do not believe my efforts will create any change. I have already made plans to send Mrs. Till a letter and some money, but it will never be able to make up for her loss. Hopefully Emit's case will find justice and giving some consolation to Mrs. Till. Your Friend, Nate

Good job I liked the ideas you incorporated in the letter

The word choices you used were great. Good job on how you felt toward the family and the event of Emitt Till. ~annak

You manage to bring a new element of knowledge into your writing by mentioning the KKK and New Orleans as examples to justify your writing. -Andy Wolfers

You have a veryyy intricate skill in writing letters and i suggest you keep up the good work.- NIKITASS

I pulled out my pencil excited for the amount of homework I had that night. Homework is just the most wonderful creation only second to school itself. So as I anxiously searched through my backpack in search of my favorite teacher, Mrs. Brooks, homework, i suddenly caught a glimpse of a man on the roof beside me preparing him to jump. Feeling that it was my moral duty to save this man from a most certain suicide, I quickly ran outside. After an hour of coaxing a most distraught man from the roof, I discovered that the man was lonely. Once again, as it was my moral duty, I stayed and conversed with the man. When I was sure there would be no more attempts at suicide I left. As I strolled back to my house I heard the man yell, “Nate you’re an angel, if you forgot anything I’m sure that the person you forgot it for would forgive, because of your cherubic personality.” Feeling that my good deed for the day had been completed, I ran home thrilled to do my English homework. Before I could enter the door I heard poor old Mr. Thomas screaming for help. Mr. Thomas was 97 years and had lost all of his limbs in WW1 and his wife had pasted away 30 years before. To my horror I saw that the old man’s house had caught on fire. I sprinted inside, tore off my shirt put it under cold water and then tied it around my face. I then ran to Mr. Thomas’s house busted through the enflamed door. After barreling through debris and flaming furniture I finally reached Mr. Thomas. I took his jellybean body and dove through the upstairs window landing safely on my back as to save Mr. Thomas from the shock of the fall. I took Mr. Thomas inside my house when I received a call from St Jude’s children’s hospital. A very unhappy father had taken hostage the entire children’s hospital. I quickly drove over to the hospital. When I arrived I teared up over the thought of so many children being hurt, but I really needed to do my English homework. I was a tough choice but I chose to save the hundreds of children inside. Armed with only my fists I sprinted inside. The father shot 3 full rounds and three bullets struck my chest. Ignoring the searing pain after seeing the children, I tackled the man out of the window, thus saving all of the sick children inside. As we fell through the air I noticed a box of puppies on the ground. Timing it perfectly I pushed the box of cute little puppies aside so that they could live. When I got up the crowd outside applauded

my achievement. A 100-year-old little lady beside me said, poor little boy you should go to the hospital. I said no I have to do my English homework. I quickly raced home, but I was too late it was already time to go to school. Feeling it was my academic duty I went to school and now here I am.

Are people inherently good or evil? Are people born good or evil? When a person is born how good or bad is not determined the instant they enter the world. Most customs and habits are learned over time. At young ages, children pick up on habits such as chewing on your fingernails and running your hand through your hair. How good or bad you are is also determined by events in your life. If a person is raised in a good religious family, and has never seen anything horrible in their entire life may be more prone to good than bad. On the other hand, a child who grows up in the projects, and grew up around crime might have learned these traits Bad traits are gradually acquired through emotions and actions. If someone is emotionally distraught, the negativity they feel on a regular basis can then be transformed into negative actions. Also a traumatic even often causes a person to become bad. Often times when there is a death of a loved one, that person feels incredible guilt. Whether it be never saying goodbye, or that they could have done something to save them. This guilt rots the mind and fills the gaps with negativity. Overall, traits such as being good or bad are acquired through life. The way you were raised and the events that you have lived all are factors in your morality.