Let Freedom Ring!

Play: - Setting: May 2, 1961, Washington D.C. in the home of Jasmine Lewis. A furious mother argues with her daughter about her going with the freedom riders to New Orleans-

Momma- You've gone ahead and done it now. I put up with the marches and the rallies and the speeches, but you finally lost it. I don't give a rat's behind what those men in that God forsaken on that hill gotta say; you AINT GETTIN ON THE BUS!

- Jasmine shuffles her weight uncomfortablely. She meets her mother's eye.-

Jasmine: I know youre worried Momma, but I can promise you, I'll be fine. Look, Mister Frank said that on every stop I can call you to check in.

 Momma: With what phone? You know them white devils are going to stone you as soon as you step off the bus. - she grabs the dishes on the table and throws them into the sink.-

Momma: Why are you setting yourself up for destruction, child?

Jasmine: -confidentiality-Because if I don't take a chance, who will? -walks out
 -curtanin closes-

 - May 4th: the day of the ride. Families are kissing and hugging in case of never seeing them again. Momma has a look of worry on her face.

Momma- now baby, are you sure?

Jasmine: I'm positive. I have to do this. It must be done. -slight smile-
 -momma returns the smile-

Momma: Okay. I wanna meet the man who's taking care of my baby.

- Jasmine takes her mother sleeve, leading her to Mr. Frank.

Mr. Frank: well isn't this a nice surprise! I'm so glad you could make it. We had so many drop out I didnt know if we would have enough! - shakes momma-

Momma- its nice to meet you too. I just wanted to see if my baby would be alright.

Mr. Frank: I promise you she'll be safe. - looks at Jasmine- are you ready to make history kiddo?

Jasmine: -proudly- why yes, yes I am!

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From the branch above (poem

http://www.yale.edu/ynhti/curriculum/units/1979/2/79.02.04.x.html

I've seen too much.
My leaves bristles at the sights I've seen.
Man=made death doesn't place well in the Creator's forest.
I've seen men strung high on the branches of this poor tree
Those men fought, kicked and scream for their mecry; but in return, they were laughed at.
It pains me to remember; if I could shudder, I would.
I hear them. They brought a new victim.
No creator.,I don't take to take part in horrible act.
Let my limbs break! Allow me freedom!
A man steps out with the familiar piece of rope in hand. He walk over to the tree, looking for a strong enough bramck. He spots me.
I hear the muffled screams of a man and a thwack!
The beatings have begun.
The man disappears for a second and comes back with his victim.
No. No. No. No.
I can't bear this.
He places the rope over me and around the poor man. The man begs for mercy, tears streaming from his eyes.
Nothing.
They lift him up and he begins to writhe.
Higher and higher they pull; more and more he convulses.
God, why are you doing this to me? When will this end?
Will you let me break?  I am now a murderer.