sábado, 31 de agosto de 2013

quarta-feira, 28 de agosto de 2013

Martin Luther King Jr. - several interactive activities

- Click on the picture and explore the documents:

- Click on the picture and read "Montgomery Story" - Comic Book:

- Click on the picture and read an Illustrated History Magazine about M.L.K.:

- Listening comprehension exercise:

A short biography on Martin Luther King Jr. and why there is a national holiday dedicated to him:

- Ten Little-Known Facts About Martin Luther King, Jr.:

Songs inspired by "I have a dream" speech

Mathalia Jackson – We shall overcome

Aretha Franklin – Someday we’ll all be free

Sam Cooke – A change is gonna come

Marvin Gaye – Inner City Blues

Nina Simone – Mississipi goddam

Billie Holiday – Strange Fruit

Michael Jackson – History

Common – I have a dream U2 

Pride (In the name of love)

Fingers Inc. - Can You Feel It?

Wray Gunn – Soul city

50 years since Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" Speech

"I Have a Dream" is a public speech delivered by American activist Martin Luther King, Jr. on August 28th, 1963, in which he called for an end to racism in the United States. Delivered to over 250,000 civil rights supporters from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, the speech was a defining moment of the American Civil Rights Movement.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. 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.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
                Free at last! Free at last!
                Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

(click on the picture and listen to the speech)

sábado, 24 de agosto de 2013

quarta-feira, 21 de agosto de 2013

What impact could a drink have on your night out?

Filmed in a North London pub, this drink drive short film seeks to dissuade drivers from drinking and driving. 

terça-feira, 20 de agosto de 2013

Prince George - first official photos

The proud new parents look happy and relaxed in the informal images, which were taken by Kate’s father Michael Middleton in the garden of the Middleton family home in Bucklebury, Berkshire, in early August.
Kate looks radiant in a fuschia wraparound dress, and with her hair in loose curls, as the couple pose with their baby son under the shade of a tree in the garden. One photograph shows mother, father and son, while the other includes the couple’s cocker spaniel Lupo along with Tilly, a retriever owned by the Middleton family.
The modern Duke and Duchess of Cambridge broke with tradition by issuing personal family photographs in lieu of an official royal portrait and by releasing the photographs on Twitter. Throughout history, portraits of royals have been captured in the form of professional photographs, paintings and sculptures.

Transportation - Moonshot Interactive Game

quinta-feira, 15 de agosto de 2013

Live like grandpa did: move more, eat well, take it easy... and don't forget to enjoy life!

This new anti-obesity ad from Coca-Cola proposes a short-cut to living a longer, healthier and more active life – ‘live like Grandpa’.

sábado, 10 de agosto de 2013

"From One Second To The Next" Documentary - It Can Wait

Werner Herzog, one of the most important film directors alive, directed a 30-minute short film, acting as public service announcement, that follows the emotional stories of families affected by the consequences of texting and driving. The film was funded by mobile providers AT&T, T-Mobile, Sprint and Verizon.

quinta-feira, 8 de agosto de 2013

sexta-feira, 2 de agosto de 2013

Prince George's Birth Made Official On Westminster Register

Prince George's birth has finally been made official this afternoon, after it was registered at Kensington Palace.A Registrar from the Westminster Register Office set off for the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge's new home at Kensington Palace this morning to obtain the official signature from Prince William on the all important certificate. The document – which we're able to show you in full here – feature's the royal baby's full name, His Royal Highness Prince George Alexander Louis of Cambridge, alongside his date and place of birth. 

Interestingly, it also shows his parents' official titles, and their somewhat hilarious roles in the 'occupation' boxes. Squished inside in handwritten script reads 'Prince of the United Kingdom under 'Father's Occupation', while Prince George's mother's reads 'Princess of the United Kingdom'. 

Prince William has signed the document at the bottom, simply 'William', and it was also signed by the official Registrar, Alison Cathcart. She said: 'It was of course a great pleasure to work with Kensington Palace in arranging the signing of the birth certificate for Prince George. This cements an association with Westminster City Council and royal births in the borough that goes back decades.

'We registered the birth of the Queen and Prince Charles and Princes William and Harry so it's great to see that tradition continue. We can now add Prince George to that collection and again congratulate the Duke and Duchess on the birth of their son.'


National archives reveal Royal secrets

quinta-feira, 1 de agosto de 2013

Made to Love - John Legend

I was in here for you 
We were made to love 
We were made to love 
You was in for me too 
We were made to love 
We were made to love 

Oooh I’ve never seen anything 
It’s much more than you and me 
Extraordinary machine 
Oooh I’ve never loved, I’ve never loved 
Never loved someone like this 
All I know is… 

[Chorus x3] 

Oooh, have you ever known 
We laid your eyes on 
The perfect work of art 
I knew right from the start 
Oooh, I was never sure of a God before 
But I know he must exist 
He created this… 

[Chorus x3]