Tuesday, February 21st: Ms. Casalino rehearsed the students on "Lift Every Voice"
Continued rehearsing "Sandra Bland" today
After school rehearsal: Ran through the entire show without lights or sound
Wednesday, February 22nd:
Work on Philando Castile
Participants:
Abbey – narrator; Royer – Philando; Valorie
– girlfriend; Jaynice – little girl; Cooper - reading Philando Castile
Philando Castile
Narrator: The date is July 6, 2016. After a night of laughing with his sister, a 32 year old cafeteria worker is driving back home with his girlfriend and four year daughter.
Philando: Man, it has been such a good day. Sunny skies, birds singin’. We're leaving the apartment and headin back home. Got my baby girl in the back, she’s growing up so fast. Today she's talkin up a storm about how rainbows work. Talkin bout how all that light makes all them colors. My girlfriend, diamond, she's such sweetheart. Shes teachin our baby to be the best lil girl she can. Diamond’s got a smile could light up an entire city. We were visiting my sister today. It’s been a while. She always knows how to make me laugh.
Narrator: The police pull him over for a routine traffic stop.
Philando: Third time this month, they always target guys who look like I do. Broken taillight? Wonderful.
Narrator: Over the course of a few years, he’s been through 52 traffic stops. Never anything more than small misdemeanors, but they piled up. This was a regular for him by now.
Philando: He asks if I have a firearm…? That’s new… I tell him the truth, I have a firearm, but not within reach.
Narrator: The officer pulls a out his gun, demanding to see the license for it.
Philando: I tell him I’m reaching for my wallet, for my ID. I tell him I’m getting my ID. I’m telling the truth. I’m reaching for the glove box.
Narrator: The officer fires 4 times (gunshots), each bullet lodges in his arm. (Audio of streamed video)
Philando: There’s a loud ringing. (The lights slowly dim as he is dying. The audio stream grows louder.) I can hear my girlfriend screaming for me. She wants me to stay. I can hear my baby tryna comfort her. She’s a brave girl. I’m proud of her. My name is Philando Castile, I died that day, bled out. I died for being honest. For reaching for my ID.
After school rehearsal: 3:30 - 5:00
Run-through of show without tech
Thursday, February 23rd:
1:30 - 5:30
Technical rehearsal and run-through of "The Black History Assembly"
Friday, February 24th:
10:15 - 2:00: Rehearsal for "The Black History Assembly"
2:00 - 3:06: Performance for "The Black History Assembly"
Narrator: The date is July 6, 2016. After a night of laughing with his sister, a 32 year old cafeteria worker is driving back home with his girlfriend and four year daughter.
Philando: Man, it has been such a good day. Sunny skies, birds singin’. We're leaving the apartment and headin back home. Got my baby girl in the back, she’s growing up so fast. Today she's talkin up a storm about how rainbows work. Talkin bout how all that light makes all them colors. My girlfriend, diamond, she's such sweetheart. Shes teachin our baby to be the best lil girl she can. Diamond’s got a smile could light up an entire city. We were visiting my sister today. It’s been a while. She always knows how to make me laugh.
Narrator: The police pull him over for a routine traffic stop.
Philando: Third time this month, they always target guys who look like I do. Broken taillight? Wonderful.
Narrator: Over the course of a few years, he’s been through 52 traffic stops. Never anything more than small misdemeanors, but they piled up. This was a regular for him by now.
Philando: He asks if I have a firearm…? That’s new… I tell him the truth, I have a firearm, but not within reach.
Narrator: The officer pulls a out his gun, demanding to see the license for it.
Philando: I tell him I’m reaching for my wallet, for my ID. I tell him I’m getting my ID. I’m telling the truth. I’m reaching for the glove box.
Narrator: The officer fires 4 times (gunshots), each bullet lodges in his arm. (Audio of streamed video)
Philando: There’s a loud ringing. (The lights slowly dim as he is dying. The audio stream grows louder.) I can hear my girlfriend screaming for me. She wants me to stay. I can hear my baby tryna comfort her. She’s a brave girl. I’m proud of her. My name is Philando Castile, I died that day, bled out. I died for being honest. For reaching for my ID.
After school rehearsal: 3:30 - 5:00
Run-through of show without tech
Thursday, February 23rd:
1:30 - 5:30
Technical rehearsal and run-through of "The Black History Assembly"
Friday, February 24th:
10:15 - 2:00: Rehearsal for "The Black History Assembly"
2:00 - 3:06: Performance for "The Black History Assembly"
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