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Move over, Nathan Hale
With the help of a determined
group of students, Connecticut state heroine Prudence Crandall
took her rightful place in the Capitol last week.
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Koren's sculptures gain
places of honor
Almost everyone has heard
of the great artists of the past, but lots of people are oblivious to the
artists of the present. One of these great artists is a sculptor by the name of
Gabriel Koren.
Koren, who is from Budapest,
Hungary, studied at the Hungarian Academy of Fine Art. She traveled to America
30 years ago because she wanted to live in a big city and meet people from other
cultures.
--
Mary Majerus-Collins
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A new statue of Crandall, a white
teacher who faced racist attacks after she opened her school for
girls to black students in 1832, honors her bravery and
dedication.
It was a long time coming.
“I don’t think there’s been a
statue put in the Capitol for more than 100 years,” said state
Rep. Betty Boukus. “This is a very historic day at the Capitol.”
Until the sculpture of Crandall
and a student was placed, Connecticut’s capitol building held
just two statues, both of them more than 100 years old, and both
of men.
The Crandall statue is in the
Capitol today because a group of kids demanded it.
About 10 years ago, elementary
school students at Hubbell School in Bristol asked Boukus, who
was their state representative, to show them Crandall’s statue
when they visited the Capitol.
– Gabi Smith-Rosario and
Mary Majerus-Collins
Prudence Crandall's pioneering efforts to
integrate schools
Prudence Crandall may not be the first thing that
you think of when you hear the words "integrated schools."
But Crandall was one of the first to integrate a school in
Connecticut.
-- By
Gabi Smith-Rosario
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By Justin Skaradosky/
Youth Journalism International
Sitting in media tycoon Rupert Murdoch's
chair
It had started as just another
work experience placement, and for all my wistful aspirations, I
had begun the week prepared to spend four of my five days making
coffees and copies.
It would be best, I reasoned, to
have low expectations as I embarked on a week at The Herald
Sun. That way, I figured, I could only be pleasantly
surprised. When I relayed this contention to Mother Dearest,
however, she simply scolded me for being so “cynically
optimistic.”
Little did I know that, come
Friday, I would have played supermodel at a photo-shoot, waxed
lyrical with a librarian about tennis, unearthed an 1852
newspaper – complete with an 1852 advertisement for fly spray –
and, come Friday, made the dramatic transition from student to
CEO. Sort of.
-- By Alex Patrikios
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