P6/ENG/CA1/THT/20 - 21 [Turn Over] 2 For Teacher ’s Use Section A: Vocabulary Spend 20 minutes on this section. Read Text A below. Then answer all parts of question 1 Text A: Time for Change The year is 1965. Selma and her family are getting ready to take part in the civil rights march from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama. I woke up at the crack of dawn, way before Momma and Pop, and if you knew me, you’d know that doesn’t happen often. Momma describes me as her little “sleeping beauty,” but the night before the bi g march, I barely slept a wink – my insides were twisted in a knot and my head was spinning. Truth was, I was worried about the march, and no amount of tossing and turning was g oing to cure that. We were going to march from Selma all the way to Montgomery, 50 - something miles down that dusty road, with the scalding sun beating on our backs and a whole lot of people staring us down. We were marching for the rights of black peopl e to vote. I was a little scared, but I knew we wouldn’t be alone – Jesse, Momma, Pop, me – because this time Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., the dynamic preacher, was marching too. So now many more people were aspiring to change how black people were treated , and that made me feel better. We were marching because things needed to change for black people, and if we weren’t brave, and if we didn’t march, then maybe they wouldn’t change at all. 1 st paragraph 2 nd paragraph 3 rd paragraph 4 th paragraph P6/ENG/CA1/THT/20 - 21 [Turn Over] 3 For Teacher ’s Use So, what needed to change? Well, if you lived in our neighbourhood in Selma, you’d know what it was like to be treated with disrespect and hatred because of the colour of your skin, as if their biology was superior to ours. Jesse explained it much better t han I could. He always spoke well, waving his spindly arms when he talked, with fire in his eyes and strength in his voice. At breakfast that morning, he was already in full flow, and we hadn’t even started on the march yet. “You know why we’re marching today, Carolyn?” Jesse asked me, his mouth crammed full of bread. As usual, Jesse’s stomach was a bottomless pit. I nodded and said, “Yes, Jesse. We’re going to Montgomery to ask Governor Wallace to change the legislation and protect those of us who want to vote, same as everybody else.” He sipped his hot chocolate as I thought this through. “But we’re allowed to vote, aren’t we?” I asked. “Sure thing. The law says we can vote,” Jesse said, putting down his bread, “but down here, there’s a law that says you can’t vote if you don’t pass a reading test, and they know plenty of people in our community never had a good education, and can’t read. That law is how they restrict us from making a difference!” “It’s wrong is what it is,” Momma said, pouring herself a cup of coffee and submerging a spoonful of sugar in it “You said it, Momma. It’s all wrong,” Jesse hissed, “and if we want to break the cycle, we’ve got to vote.” He finished his bread and then he started again. “Carolyn, do you think it’s ok ay for Pop, who fought for our country in the last world war, to be told which water fountain he can drink from?” “No way!” I said loudly. 5 th paragraph 6 th paragraph 7 th paragraph 8 th paragraph 9 th paragraph 10 th paragraph 11 th paragraph 12 th paragraph 13 th paragraph P6/ENG/CA1/THT/20 - 21 [Turn Over] 4 For Teacher ’s Use “Well, today,” Jesse proclaimed, “we’re marching to make it easier for us to vote. Then we can have a say in how t hings are run, and we can start to change a whole lot more. It’s time to take a stand, instead of just withstanding the problems. ” Pop laughed, and Momma came over and hugged Jesse. Jesse’s words gave me some consolation. I started believing I was strong enough for the march. I helped Momma clean up the dishes while Jesse and Pop checked on the things we would need. We were going to be on the road for days, so we needed to take bed rolls, some food, something to drink, and extra clothes. “You don’t want to be carrying too much,” said Pop. “A heavy pack is fine at first, but pretty soon, it starts to eat into your shoulders.” He knew from when he was in the war. Momma locked the door of our old, crooked house, and we stood on the rickety front porch together. I suddenly began to realize that this was a day we were going to reminisce about in later years. It was March 21, 1965. 1 4 th paragraph 15 th paragraph 16 th paragraph 17 th paragraph 1 8 th paragraph