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Pinkerton

Dear Friend, Today I saw somethin’ so disturbing I could hardly believe my own eyes. My mama drug me out of the house to see Emmit Till’s dead body. I didn’t think it was goin’ to be anythin’ that interesting, but boy when I saw Emmit’s body I almost had to look away. I don’t even know if you could call that thing a body, it was so messed up. His face was unreal with his eyeball hangin’ right out and his nose lookin’ like it got chopped all up. After seein’ this boy’s body somethin’ built up inside of me. It’s angering that all these white folks think they can get away with murderer, literally. It’s not fair. Us, colored people need to do somethin’ about them before more nonsense like this happens again. Well I outta’ be going now it’s gettin’ close to dinner time. Just remember one thing…never whistle at a white woman or else you might end up like Emmit Till with your eye hangin’ out. I’ll tell you, I won’t ever dare look a white woman the wrong way. I’ll be seein’ you. Sincerely, Megan

I enjoyed your use of dialect! -Evan Haha great job Megan! I loved the personality you put into your letter! -Marcy This was really different from all of the other papers! I really liked it - Lauren I liked the way you showed their personality and way of talking. It added another interesting aspect to this letter.--Jess Great explanations, and I really like the style you put into it. -Caroline haha megan this was very discriptive and had a really good style relating to the time period. the dialect was really good. -Megan Leutner Reading this work of art i could really understand how you felt inside and i deeply enjoyed it.- NIKITAS

==== You see Mrs. Brooks, I would have had my homework done but I ran into a little trouble last night…my dog ate my homework. I know it might sound a bit cliché but its true. None of it was my fault either…Alright, so maybe it wasn’t a good idea to spray my paper with vanilla scented perfume, but I was only trying to make correcting the paper more enjoyable for you. My dog, Maggie must have smelled the vanilla scent, which made her start devouring my paper into shreds. I thought that maybe I could salvage it when Maggie went to the bathroom outside, if you know what I mean, until my neighbor’s pet alligator set his eyes on Maggie. Without anytime for me to react, the gator gulped down my poor little dog in one motion. In an act of desperation, I called animal control to see if they could somehow cut open the alligator’s stomach and then find my homework inside my dog. I found the number, it rang for a while, and no one picked up. I left a message on the machine in hopes that someone would call me back, but I have yet to receive a call back. So really, Mrs. Brooks, there was nothing that I could have done to get my paper back…is there any chance that I could get an extension? ====

People are not born with specific traits or qualities. You learn most traits from the peers around you. Although one might be born with great athletic ability, it is impossible to be born with a good sense of humor or sense of fashion. Likewise, nobody can be born good or bad, it is something that you ultimately decide as you are growing up.

I know I may seem like a well put together man and very straight forward, but i can't help but to let my mind wander sometimes. At times my mind goes off into work that has to be done around the estate. You know, like tidying up all the rooms in the west wing and the landscaping in the gardens. The work that has to be done seems never ending. When i am not thinking about the tasks that must be completed, I am thinking about Mrs. Danvers. I know that it is wrong, but i just can not help myself. I have known Mrs Danvers for many years now and not once has she let me down. That women is just so reliable and level headed, who wouldn't be amazed by her? Of course Rebecca could never find out about this or else the public would find out too. Mrs Danvers and I have been very good at keeping our relationship a secret all of these years. Ocasionally we will meet in the rose garden for a little chat, or even on the staircase leading to the guest room. Every minute i can get alone with her i will take-- "Mr DeWinter there are some guests here to take a tour through the estate." I am startled by Frith standing in the door way as I snap back into reality. I realize that i have spilled tea all over my pants from my thoughts being interupted. I must go back to work now...
 * What does Max DeWinter think about when he morphs into a blank stare?**