Magazine Project: Inauguration of a Lifetime

MAGAZINE FEATURE:

“Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.” -Martin Luther King, Jr.

It was 4 a.m. Obama fever had hit. Thousands of people, bundled up in layers of clothing and blankets, filled the Metro station headed for D.C. The line was wrapped around the building. Oh my God, I thought to myself. People were not kidding about how many people would be at this event.

My heart was pounding. The excitement and joy in the air had become contagious. When I set my two feet onto that first train, relief overcame my restless body.

I could not afford to miss this day. I had traveled across the nation for it. I had come too far.

In the past three days leading up to the Inauguration of our 44th President, I had observed the people around me in Washington, D.C. There was something amazing about the African Americans I met on this trip. Their spirits were so high. In the midst of a gruesome war overseas, a deteriorating economy, and a hopeless population, their spirits were high. Every single one had a smile on their face. In fact, unhappiness on this day was foreign here, maybe even extinct.

Many expressed what this day meant for their children. America had just opened up to a whole new meaning of freedom and democracy. A race that had been held down in this country for years was experiencing a glorious moment today. Freedom was ringing.

We were not only about to watch history unfold, but make it.

One woman shouted on the noisy train, “Hallelujah sister, we made it. We made it all the way from New York. Hallelujah!” My heart began to race again. Like I said, excitement here was contagious.

Running down the streets of Washington D.C. in the early dawn, was an exhilarating moment. There was no shoving or pushing, just running and screaming for excitement. Police patrol cars and fire trucks were on every corner. Every other street was blocked off. There was only one way to go, so we ran in that direction. We ran far and with no sense of exhaustion.

The next few hours were unexpected torture. It was twenty degrees of cold, five hours of shoulder-to-shoulder interaction with strangers, and thoughts of giving up because our line kept merging and seemed to be pushing us back rather than forward. People grew impatient, but not hopeless. I kept reminding myself, do not give up. It will be worth it. Just suck it up. You came this far.

At 10 a.m., my frostbite was gone. I stood under the sunny, lit up sky. Even in the cold, the sky reflected a bright ball of sunshine. I was now staring at the side of the capital, on the lawn. We were so close. A jumbo screen was up ahead. When I looked at it, and saw the coverage of how many people were all over D.C., I was shocked. I could not believe how many of us had made it here, and how smoothly it was going.

When the time came for the new president, his first lady, and their two daughters to hit the stage, reality started to sink in. I had been right earlier when I said it would be worth the cold hours of waiting. I had been so right.

Nothing will ever compare to hearing Obama’s words echo through the microphone. I felt joy, hope, and victory. Our country which had suffered so long under the reign of an untrustworthy presidency, had found new hope in a new man. I looked around me at the family of African Americans. They were crying. But, these were happy tears they shed. My heart began to fill with love, and tears began to run down my cheeks as well.

This was a moment bringing an entire nation together. Together, this crowd of millions felt hope again. For the first time in a long time, I could happily wave that beautiful flag which stood for prosperity, hope and freedom. America, the beautiful was alive again.

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MILLIONS OF EXCITED AMERICANS SWARMED THE STREETS OF WASHINGTON D.C. ON TUESDAY JAN. 20TH 2009 TO WITNESS HISTORY.

BARACK OBAMA'S SWEARING IN CEREMONY HAD THE LARGEST TURN OUT IN AMERICAN HISTORY.
FROM THE METRO STATION TO THE STREETS OF D.C., CROWDS MADE THEIR WAY TO THE CAPITAL LAWN. MANY PEOPLE WAITED 5 TO 6 HOURS IN THE FREEZING 20 DEGREE TEMPERATURE TO GET TO THEIR SPOT ON THE LAWN.

OBAMA MEMORIBILA WAS BEING SOLD ON EVERY CORNER FROM T-SHIRTS, HATS TO POSTERS AND PINS. IT WAS EVIDENT D.C. HAD BECOME OBAMA CENTRAL THE PAST FEW DAYS.

ONE WOMAN SAID SHE ALMOST GAVE UP WHEN HER LINE BECAME SO DISORGANIZED. BUT HEARING THE PRESIDENTS SPEECH REMINDED HER IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT, THE COLD, AND THE JOURNEY THERE. OBAMA CAPTURED HERATS ALL OVER THE NATION WITH HIS POWERFUL SPEECH.
TEARS OF JOY AND CHEERS OF GLORY SPREAD ALL OVER THE NATION’S CAPITAL.

AMERICA’S FIRST AFRICAN AMERICAN PRESIDENT, BARACK OBAMA WAS NO LONGER A DREAM. REALITY HAD SUNK IN AND FOR THOSE LUCKY ENOUGH TO BE THERE, IT WAS THE EXPERIENCE OF A LIFETIME.

INFO BOX/PICTURES:


Capital Lawn: We made it after enduring 5 hours of the coldest weather of our lives!


Obama's most adorable supporters!


This is the biggest crowd I've ever been a part of.


On the streets of D.C., before the crack of dawn.

Revised News Story 5: Runaway Truck

Several people were injured today when the driver of a runaway 10-wheel hauler asphalt truck smashed into the side of a single-story house in El Cerrito, snapping a power pole and destroying other vehicles on Moeser Lane before setting fire to the area.

Residents were also affected by the crash when power was knocked out in El Cerrito, Richmond and Berkeley.

El Cerrito Police Detective Sgt. Shawn Maples was one of the first rescue workers to arrive at the scene.

After hearing cries coming from the burning truck and house, he spotted the driver lodged between the wheels of the truck. With the driver’s legs mangled and unable to move, Maples pulled the driver to safety with the help of Police Chief Scott Kirkland.

"We dragged him out in a heartbeat while the truck went up in flames. I just wanted to get him out of there", Maples said.

Three other vehicles on the scene were also destroyed.

The driver of a Honda sedan was pulled to safety after his car was found crumpled. Rescue workers had to peel the roof of the car off to get to the driver.

Another sport utility vehicle holding a man and boy inside was stuck in the shrubbery next to the burning house. The force of the truck’s collision was so strong that it knocked over a third vehicle from Moeser Lane to the next street, Richmond.

Residents were also affected by the crash when power was knocked out in El Cerrito, Richmond and Berkeley.

One witness who lives across the street from the single-story home that was destroyed in the fire, was on his way to work around 1:30 p.m. when he heard the booming noise.

“First, I thought it was a major earthquake. This is unbelievable”.

His front yard was littered with bricks, broken glass, car parts, splintered wood and palm fronds.

The San Jose man identified as the driver of the asphalt truck broke both legs in the crash and is listed in serious but stable condition at John Muir Medical Center in Walnut Creek.

Profile

The word “police” might make you cringe. Immediately, you think: power-hungry, donut-loving jerks. Ouch. This might seem harsh but the history of police corruption along with negative personal encounters can lead some people to perceive law enforcement officers as the enemy. For those of you still thinking this way, meet Officer Wahed Magee of the Mountain View Police Department. You just might have a change of heart.

Dressed in light blue jeans and a fitted black t-shirt, Wahed Magee takes a sip of his iced white mocha. He looks around the cafe, observing the people around him. I ask him if his profession as a cop has anything to do with him scoping the scene. He smiles coyly, “I’m not necessarily looking for someone to bust, it’s probably just a habit I picked up from the job.”

Wahed’s smile is refreshing. He has what some people call a baby face. His youth is apparent. Although he has one of the most stressful jobs in America, he bares no wrinkles; just two deeply embedded dimples. At 28 years old, he is one of the youngest officers on his SWAT team. Often referred to as the golden child, he is looked up to by his peers. Of course, there is envy too. “Sometimes, the other officers give me a hard time because I’m on SWAT, and it takes a lot to get to that level. They think I get everything I want, but it’s not favoritism. I worked hard for it and I know that. So, I don’t let it to get to me." He shrugs his soldiers. Magee is confident in his position. It shows in his laid back tone of voice and optimistic attitude.

Born and raised in the Bay Area, Magee spent his college years away from home. During his senior year at Washington State University, the unthinkable happened. Magee was at his fraternity’s rush event when a gang of young Asian boys tried to crash their party. After his fraternity brothers denied them entrance, the boys became enraged and started vandalizing their cars. Magee, seeing his friend’s car get ripped apart ran after the gang. “It was funny because I ran out there by myself, and all of the guys started running away from me.” Standing at average height and weight, one would question why an angry gang would run away from one out-numbered fraternity member. “I chased them all the way down the street until we hit the culdesac, and that’s when one of the guys turned around. He pulled a gun out of his back pocket, and that’s when it happened." Magee fell onto the pavement and curled up in the fetal position after the bullet pierced through his stomach. Asked to describe the feeling of being shot, he becomes animated. He motions being punched in the stomach, “Have you ever been hit so hard that it felt like the wind was knocked out of you? Well imagine that, and a burning knife stabbing into you. It’s intense, only someone who has been shot knows what I mean.”

Magee spent the next three weeks in a coma. The experience did not make him bitter or pitiful. Instead, Magee returned to school and graduated with a degree in Sociology. He also decided to go back for one more degree, this time in Criminal Justice. “After I was shot, the detectives who handled my case really lifted my spirits. Just the fact that they wanted to help me find the guy who almost took my life meant a lot. It made me want to do the same for someone else. Now, I can.”

Magee recently helped a rape victim overcome her struggle by finding the man who attacked her. “When you handle these cases, you spend a lot of time with the victims. They put their trust and emotions in you, and it’s the most gratifying feeling when you can help them find closure.”

Wahed Magee is more than an officer who hands out tickets. He is a man of great courage and integrity. He is a man whose own struggle led him to help others. “I know that feeling of helplessness after you have been attacked, and I don’t ever want someone to feel like that. It’s my job and desire to help those people.”

And donuts? Magee chuckles, “Not for me.”

Law & Ethics

ETHICAL DECISION-MAKING EXERCISE:

Scenario 1: I would never read or take the documents on her desk. Instead, when she returned, I would tell her that I couldn't help but notice the documents on her desk. Based on her comfort level, we could discuss it from that point on. Reading or taking documents that do not belong to me and are not public records is definitely unethical.

Scenario 2: Getting a job at the nursing home to reveal inside information does not sound ethical, especially if I applied and lied about not being a reporter. This goes back to the Food Lion article; if I lied on the application, I would be trespassing like the producers of ABC. I would not do it, for that reason.

Scenario 3: In any writing where you use quotes that are not yours, you should always cite the source. If it were from a person, I would cite that person. If it were from a website, I would cite the website. Otherwise, this would be an act of plagiarism.

LIBEL EXERCISE:

In the case of running the story about the student who accused the professor of sexual harassment, there are definitely a couple of things I would omit: the name of the professor and his threat against the newspaper. Because the student has not filed a police report or even talked to the university, it is unfair to print the professor's name. This would defame his character and accuse him of something we are not sure is true. I cannot rely solely on the student's word because she could be lying. I would run the story without his name. That way, the news is out there, but the conclusion is yet to be determined. Once further details surface, then a more specific story can be run. I would also refrain from printing the part about the professor threatening the newspaper for libel; that doesn't make the newspaper or him look any better. I would also make it clear in my article that the truth is yet to be determined.

Extra Credit: I got GRAMMAR MASTER!

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Real news story

The San Jose Redevelopment Agency held a public meeting on March 11th at City Hall. The purpose of the meeting was to notify the public about the Autumn/Montgomery Demolition Project. Project Manager Bill Ekern waited alongside his project coordinator, for the residents of San Jose to show up.

After ten minutes of waiting, the meeting began. With only two residents in the audience, and one council member, Bill Ekern joked, “Good thing the two of you showed up, or we’d have no one to talk to.”

The two young women in the audience were dressed in casual attire, jeans and a sweatshirt. One had a backpack next to her feet, and a notebook on her lap. She told the two men that they had come to the meeting as part of a project for one of their political science classes. The two meeting leaders and the students engaged in a quick conversation about the purpose of the redevelopment agencies and how they worked with the city on different projects.

A display board with a large photograph of the Autumn/Montgomery area was turned toward the audience. The purpose of the project was to knock down a few old buildings over by the Amtrak station. The buildings had been unoccupied for years, and some had become home to harmful chemicals. The agency wanted to use the land for a possible parking lot and buildings that would house businesses. They went over the benefits of the project with the audience. The first benefit was the employment opportunities new business buildings would bring. Also, there was unconfirmed talk about the Oakland A’s baseball team moving to San Jose. The parking lot would help accommodate visitors in the future.

The mentioning of the Oakland A’s coming to San Jose excited the two girls. The conversation quickly turned to the debacle over which city was going to host the team. The city of Fremont had initially planned on housing the team until the project was cancelled by the team. The two locations chosen for the ballpark interfered with traffic and resident approval, which was the reason San Jose was next in line. The conversation came to an end soon after discussing the possibility of a ballpark in San Jose. As the girls gathered their belongings and shook hands with Bill Ekern and his project coordinator, I approached them for their feedback on the meeting.

“Even though I came here for an assignment, the meeting was way more interesting than I thought it would be”, said 21-year old Monica Colagio.

“I am just surprised that we were the only ones who showed up. This definitely shows we need to be more involved, especially when people complain about not knowing what’s going on around them,” added Maria Chavez, 23.

Even with the lack of public turnout, the meeting went on. Both interesting and informative, it certainly captured the attention of the young students who attended.

Revised Leads 5:

Delayed ID Lead:

A Springfield pipe fitter suffered third-degree burns yesterday afternoon at the Springfield Municipal Power Plant after accidentally touching a power line with a piece of angle iron.

Immediate ID Lead:

Duane La Chance, 55, suffered third-degree burns yesterday afternoon at the Springfield Municipal Power Plant when he accidentally touched a power line with a piece of angle iron.

Delayed ID Lead:

One Springfield man was hospitalized today after a vehicle struck his Ford Focus on U.S. 63, one-tenth of a mile north of Blue Ridge Road.

Immediate ID Lead:

James Cunning, 20, was hospitalized today after a vehicle struck his Ford Focus on U.S. 63, one-tenth of a mile north of Blue Ridge Road.