A scene from Freedom Writers 2007
Erin Gruwell

You don't feel respected, Eva, is that what you're saying? Well, maybe you're not. But to get respect, you have to give it.

Andre

That's bullshit.

Erin Gruwell

What?

Andre

Why should I give you my respect to you, lady? Because you're a teacher? I don't know you. How do I know you're not a liar standing up there? How do I know you're not a bad person standing up there? I'm not just gonna give you my respect because you're called a teacher.

Eva

White people wanting their respect like they deserve it for free.

Erin Gruwell

I'm a teacher, it doesn't matter what color I am.

Eva

It's all about color. It's about people deciding what you deserve, about people wanting what they don't deserve! About whites thinking they own this world, no matter what. You see, I hate white people.

Erin Gruwell

You hate me?

Eva

Yeah.

Erin Gruwell

You don't even know me.

Eva

I know what you can do. I saw white cops shoot my friend in the back for reaching into his pocket, his pocket! I saw white cops break into my house and take my father away for no reason except because they feel like it! Except because they can! And they can, because they're white. So I hate white people on sight!

Erin Gruwell
[after a short silence, turns to Ben, the only white student present]

Ben, do you have anything to say?

Ben
[quietly, awkwardly]

Can I please get out of here?

Marcus

Lady, stop actin' like you tryin' to understand our situation, and just do your little babysittin' up there.

Erin Gruwell

That's all you think this is?

Marcus

It ain't nothing else. When I look out in the world I don't see nobody that looks like me with their pockets full unless they're rapping a lyric or dribbling a ball, so what else you got in here for me?

Erin Gruwell

And what if you can't rap a lyric or dribble a ball?

Andre

It ain't this. I know that much.

Marcus

Damn right.

Erin Gruwell

And you all think you're gonna make it to graduation like this?

Andre

I made it to high school, ain't nobody stop me.

Marcus

Lady, I'm lucky if I make it to eighteen. We in a war! We graduatin' every day we live because we ain't afraid to die protecting our own. At least when you die for your own, you die with respect, you die a warrior!

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