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Climb Your Own Tree
By Chelsea Murray
Julia Butterfly Hill
Activism isn’t dead.
While it’s true young people aren’t inspired the way America’s youth were in the 1960s by Bob Dylan, nor are they protesting the war in Iraq with the same passion and conviction that their parents and grandparents opposed the war in Vietnam, by no means is activism dead.
This summer I had the pleasure of going to my second Dave Matthews Band concert at the Dodge Music Center (formerly the Meadows) with a friend of mine. It was an incredible experience, but the big thing that really stuck in my mind was something Dave Matthews said to the crowd. He said he could tell the times have changed since everyone in the crowd pulled out cell phones instead of lighters to wave in the air in celebration of his music.
Editor’s Note: This summer Chelsea Murray worked to produce Young Voices with a group of 12 Waterbury youth. Young Voices is a youth publication produced in partnership with The Waterbury Observer, Waterbury Youth Services and Media in Motion. The following is her column from the debut issue of the paper. Even though she is entering her second year at Marist College in Poughkeepsie, NY, Chelsea is still the editor of Young Voices.
My biggest assignment last year in sociology class was to make a presentation to the class about the worst dictators, or rulers, in the world today. Some of the students had Kim Jong Ill from North Korea, Fidel Castro of Cuba, Robert Mugabe of Zimbabwe and King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia as their projects, but the one that sticks out the most in my mind was President Omar al-Bashir from Sudan.
Column By Chelsea Murray
My six year old eyes could hardly see what was going on 50 rows in front of me. I could see and hear some men running around in shorts, bouncing an orange ball up and down off the floor. The Hartford Civic Center was almost silent and a man caught my eye down on the court. The man was jumping up and down and I could hear his bellowing screams all the way from where I was sitting.
OUT OF THE ASHES
Jewish Couple Survived Holocaust, Built Home in Waterbury
Story By John Murray
The odor in the boxcar was piped in from hell. Vapors of death filled the men's nostrils as they crammed inside the train like sardines in a tin. Dead bodies of Jews were hurled from the train as it clattered down the tracks, leaving a trail of corpses along the German countryside.
David Singer lay down on matted straw to rest and ease the strain on his hideously swollen knee. He hadn't eaten in a week. After six years of relentless Nazi persecution Singer's ravaged body weighed 100 pounds.
Have you ever seen a tie dye shirt? How the colors all blend together and make a pattern that is hard for the eye to focus on. It's wild and crazy and a mix of many things all in one area. That is basically what the mind of a senior in high school looks like. There are so many thoughts and stresses swimming around in our heads and it's hard to focus on just one thing.
Sarah B. Murray and her 16-year-old granddaughter, Chelsea Murray
By John Murray
In the early morning of June 17th, 2005, the Waterbury Observer lost its staunchest supporter, a woman who invested $10,000 to help launch the Observer 12 years ago, a woman who floated needed capital into the business when we veered towards the rocks, a woman who championed the paper across all corners of America, and beyond.
The Observer lost its biggest booster that fateful day in June, but more significantly, I lost my Mom.