We get visitors badges in the office, and then we are off to the portable classroom where Ms. April White teaches. Ms. White takes the class roll, enters it into the computer, and then
we're ready to go.Amelia introduces me to the students and says that I have come to help them become published authors.
They are eighth-graders, and they have plenty of stories to tell. They can hardly wait to get started. We cover the ground rules. They must submit a legal release giving me permission to edit their stories and Junior Achievement permission to publish them in a book. The legal releases must be signed by their legal guardians.
They can write two to five pages. They can also submit artwork or photos from their own albums at home. In two weeks, I will come back to collect all the materials for the book.
A few students come up to the front of the room to share their story ideas. Then the bell rings, and they rush off to their next class, to be replaced by another group of eighth-grade students.
I go through the whole process again, and then too soon, the bell rings again. Amelia and I climb back into her car. She swings onto the Freeway, and with the hot wind rushing through the windows, we drive back to my car.
Two weeks later, we collect all the stories, photos, artwork, and legal releases. We set up a numbering system to keep track of all the stories and pictures.
I take photos of each student with my digital camera, while Amelia uses a checklist to make sure we have everything we need from each student. We discuss with the students the book signing party that we will have when the book is published – sometime in 2007.
We agree that we will present the book to the Mayor of Los Angeles, Antonio Villaraigosa, who has made education one of his top priorities. One student, worried that he may miss the book signing, tells me that he is going on vacation with his family to Mexico.
“That's okay,” I tell him. “It will be next year, when you're in high school.”
Both classes have come and gone. There are bright eighth-graders, full of energy, hope, and optimism. Another harrowing drive that involves at least three freeways, delivers me in one piece back to my car, parked again in the shade of a tree on Forest Lawn Drive. For the next two days, I read through the stories touched by the insight and honesty of the students.
One young author titled her story, “I Love Watts.” In her story, she wrote:
"Watts is full of people with lots of talents. There are people who dance, sing, and play instruments. We all get along as a strong community. We all look out for each other. Some people may like to say negative things about Watts because of what they see on the news. But I've lived here for 13 years, and I see Watts as a creative place.”
Another student wrote this:
“I live in Watts, a little big town in Los Angeles. I say it’s a big little town because it’s a big town with a little hope and joy. Make my neighborhood a good town and make my people successful. I want to become an engineer architect, an athlete, or a Master Chef.”
As I read the stories of the Eighth Graders of Markham Middle School, I realize how much they have in common with the very best reporters and journalists. In their lives and in their stories, these students are bearing witness to the truth.
Sometimes bearing witness is the best we human beings can do. But when it comes to our youth, we need to do more. We need to do everything in our power to see that the optimism and faith of these young people in the future of the human community is not misplaced.