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have already read. the selection.
STANDARDS
Reading Literature
By the end of grade 9, read and
comprehend literature, including
stories, dramas, and poems, in the
grades 9–10 text complexity band
proficiently, with scaffolding as
needed at the high end of the range.
American History
Judith Ortiz Cofer
BACKGROUND
On November 22, 1963, President John F. Kennedy was shot and killed
in Dallas, Texas, and the United States was plunged into mourning. Most
people who lived through that time can still remember where they were
when they heard the news. Kennedy’s assassination and the nation’s grief
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defined a generation. Key events in this story take place on that fateful day.
1. salsas (SAHL suhz) songs written in a particular Latin American musical style.
2. viragoes (vih RAH gohz) fierce, irritable women with loud voices.
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small children had been somehow muted. President Kennedy was
NOTES a saint to these people. In fact, soon his photograph would be hung
alongside the Sacred Heart and over the spiritist altars that many
women kept in their apartments. He would become part of the
hierarchy of martyrs they prayed to for favors that only one who had
died for a cause would understand.
2 On the day that President Kennedy was shot, my ninth grade class
had been out in the fenced playground of Public School Number 13.
We had been given “free” exercise time and had been ordered by our
P.E. teacher, Mr. DePalma, to “keep moving.” That meant that the
girls should jump rope and the boys toss basketballs through a hoop
at the far end of the yard. He in the meantime would “keep an eye”
on us from just inside the building.
3 It was a cold gray day in Paterson. The kind that warns of early
snow. I was miserable, since I had forgotten my gloves, and my
knuckles were turning red and raw from the jump rope. I was also
taking a lot of abuse from the black girls for not turning the rope hard
and fast enough for them.
4 “Hey, Skinny Bones, pump it, girl. Ain’t you got no energy today?”
Gail, the biggest of the black girls who had the other end of the
rope, yelled, “Didn’t you eat your rice and beans and pork chops for
breakfast today?”
CLOSE READ 5 The other girls picked up the “pork chops” and made it into a
ANNOTATE: In paragraph 5, refrain: “pork chop, pork chop, did you eat your pork chop?” They
mark words and phrases entered the double ropes in pairs and exited without tripping or
related to temperature. missing a beat. I felt a burning on my cheeks and then my glasses
QUESTION: Why is the fogged up so that I could not manage to coordinate the jump rope
narrator so focused on with Gail. The chill was doing to me what it always did; entering my
feelings of hot and cold? bones, making me cry, humiliating me. I hated the city, especially
CONCLUDE: How do in winter. I hated Public School Number 13. I hated my skinny flat-
these details help readers chested body, and I envied the black girls who could jump rope so
understand Elena’s feelings fast that their legs became a blur. They always seemed to be warm
of isolation? while I froze.
stare at nothing for a long time. When one of them was sick, the other
would come and get things from the kitchen and carry them out on
a tray. The old man had died in June. The last week of school I had
not seen him at the table at all. Then one day I saw that there was
a crowd in the kitchen. The old woman had finally emerged from
the house on the arm of a stocky, middle-aged woman, whom I had
seen there a few times before, maybe her daughter. Then a man had
carried out suitcases. The house had stood empty for weeks. I had
had to resist the temptation to climb down into the yard and water
the flowers the old lady had taken such good care of.
7 By the time Eugene’s family moved in, the yard was a tangled
mass of weeds. The father had spent several days mowing, and
when he finished, from where I sat, I didn’t
see the red, yellow, and purple clusters that
meant flowers to me. I didn’t see this family
sit down at the kitchen table together. It was
I was ready for rejection,
just the mother, a red-headed tall woman who snobbery, the worst.
wore a white uniform—a nurse’s, I guessed
it was; the father was gone before I got up in
the morning and was never there at dinner
time. I only saw him on weekends when they
sometimes sat on lawn chairs under the oak tree, each hidden behind
a section of the newspaper; and there was Eugene. He was tall and
blond, and he wore glasses. I liked him right away because he sat at
the kitchen table and read books for hours. That summer, before we
had even spoken one word to each other, I kept him company on my
fire escape.
8 Once school started I looked for him in all my classes, but P.S.
13 was a huge, overpopulated place and it took me days and many
discreet questions to discover that Eugene was in honors classes for
all his subjects; classes that were not open to me because English was
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Eugene moved into that house that I noticed that El Building blocked
NOTES most of the sun, and that the only spot that got a little sunlight during
the day was the tiny square of earth the old woman had planted with
flowers.
10 I did not tell Eugene that I could see inside his kitchen from
my bedroom. I felt dishonest, but I liked my secret sharing of his
evenings, especially now that I knew what he was reading since we
chose our books together at the school library.
11 One day my mother came into my room as I was sitting on the
window-sill staring out. In her abrupt way she said: “Elena, you are
acting ‘moony.’” Enamorada3 was what she really said, that is—like
infatuated (ihn FACH oo ayt a girl stupidly infatuated. Since I had turned fourteen my mother
ihd) adj.briefly but intensely had been more vigilant than ever. She acted as if I was going to go
in love
crazy or explode or something if she didn’t watch me and nag me all
the time about being a señorita4 now. She kept talking about virtue,
morality, and other subjects that did not interest me in the least. My
mother was unhappy in Paterson, but my father had a good job at
the bluejeans factory in Passaic and soon, he kept assuring us, we
would be moving to our own house there. Every Sunday we drove
out to the suburbs of Paterson, Clifton, and Passaic, out to where
people mowed grass on Sundays in the summer, and where children
made snowmen in the winter from pure white snow, not like the
gray slush of Paterson which seemed to fall from the sky in that hue.
I had learned to listen to my parents’ dreams, which were spoken in
Spanish, as fairy tales, like the stories about life in the island paradise
of Puerto Rico before I was born. I had been to the island once as
a little girl, to grandmother’s funeral, and all I remembered was
wailing women in black, my mother becoming hysterical and being
given a pill that made her sleep two days, and me feeling lost in a
crowd of strangers all claiming to be my aunts, uncles, and cousins.
I had actually been glad to return to the city. We had not been back
there since then, though my parents talked constantly about buying
a house on the beach someday, retiring on the island—that was a
parents, he had told me, had come up from Georgia, the same place
where the novel was set. His father worked for a company that had
transferred him to Paterson. His mother was very unhappy, Eugene
said, in his beautiful voice that rose and fell over words in a strange,
lilting way. The kids at school called him “the hick” and made fun of
the way he talked. I knew I was his only friend so far, and I liked that,
though I felt sad for him sometimes. “Skinny Bones” and the “Hick”
was what they called us at school when we were seen together.
13 The day Mr. DePalma came out into the cold and asked us to line
up in front of him was the day that President Kennedy was shot.
Mr. DePalma, a short, muscular man with slicked-down black hair,
was the science teacher, P.E. coach, and disciplinarian at P.S. 13. He
was the teacher to whose homeroom you got assigned if you were
a troublemaker, and the man called out to break up playground
fights, and to escort violently angry teenagers to the office. And
Mr. DePalma was the man who called your parents in for “a
conference.”
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14 That day, he stood in front of two rows of mostly black and Puerto
Rican kids, brittle from their efforts to “keep moving” on a November
day that was turning bitter cold. Mr. DePalma, to our complete shock,
was crying. Not just silent adult tears, but really sobbing. There were
a few titters from the back of the line where I stood shivering.
15 “Listen,” Mr. DePalma raised his arms over his head as if he were
about to conduct an orchestra. His voice broke, and he covered his
face with his hands. His barrel chest was heaving. Someone giggled
behind me.
16 “Listen,” he repeated, “something awful has happened.” A strange
gurgling came from his throat, and he turned around and spat on the
cement behind him.
17 “Gross,” someone said, and there was a lot of laughter.
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18 “The President is dead, you idiots. I should have known that
NOTES wouldn’t mean anything to a bunch of losers like you kids. Go
home.” He was shrieking now. No one moved for a minute or two,
but then a big girl let out a “Yeah!” and ran to get her books piled
up with the others against the brick wall of the school building.
The others followed in a mad scramble to get to their things before
somebody caught on. It was still an hour to the dismissal bell.
19 A little scared, I headed for El Building. There was an eerie feeling
on the streets. I looked into Mario’s drugstore, a favorite hangout for
the high school crowd, but there were only a couple of old Jewish men
at the soda-bar talking with the short order
cook in tones that sounded almost angry, but
they were keeping their voices low. Even the
“You are going out traffic on one of the busiest intersections in
today?” The way she said Paterson—Straight Street and Park Avenue—
seemed to be moving slower. There were no
“today” sounded as if a horns blasting that day. At El Building, the
usual little group of unemployed men were
storm warning had been
not hanging out on the front stoop making
issued. it difficult for women to enter the front door.
No music spilled out from open doors in the
hallway. When I walked into our apartment,
I found my mother sitting in front of the
grainy picture of the television set.
20 She looked up at me with a tear-streaked face and just said: “Dios
mio,”5 turning back to the set as if it were pulling at her eyes. I went
into my room.
21 Though I wanted to feel the right thing about President Kennedy’s
elation (ee LAY shuhn) n. great death, I could not fight the feeling of elation that stirred in my chest.
happiness and excitement Today was the day I was to visit Eugene in his house. He had asked
me to come over after school to study for an American history test
with him. We had also planned to walk to the public library together.
I looked down into his yard. The oak tree was bare of leaves and the
5. Dios mío (DEE ohs MEE oh) Spanish for “My God!”
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boy. Doesn’t need help. You understand me. I am truly sorry if he
NOTES told you you could come over. He cannot study with you. It’s nothing
personal. You understand? We won’t be in this place much longer, no
need for him to get close to people—it’ll just make it harder for him
later. Run back home now.”
35 I couldn’t move. I just stood there in shock at hearing these things
said to me in such a honey-drenched voice. I had never heard an
accent like hers, except for Eugene’s softer version. It was as if she
were singing me a little song.
36 “What’s wrong? Didn’t you hear what I said?” She seemed very
angry, and I finally snapped out of my trance. I turned away from the
green door, and heard her close it gently.
37 Our apartment was empty when I got home. My mother was in
someone else’s kitchen, seeking the solace she needed. Father would
come in from his late shift at midnight. I would hear them talking
softly in the kitchen for hours that night. They would not discuss
their dreams for the future, or life in Puerto Rico, as they often did;
that night they would talk sadly about the young widow and her
two children, as if they were family. For the next few days, we would
observe luto9 in our apartment; that is, we would practice restraint
and silence—no loud music or laughter. Some of the women of El
Building would wear black for weeks.
38 That night, I lay in my bed trying to feel the right thing for our
dead President. But the tears that came up from a deep source
inside me were strictly for me. When my mother came to the door, I
pretended to be sleeping. Sometime during the night, I saw from my
bed the streetlight come on. It had a pink halo around it. I went to
my window and pressed my face to the cool glass. Looking up at the
light I could see the white snow falling like a lace veil over its face.
I did not look down to see it turning gray as it touched the ground
below. ❧
9. luto (LOO toh) Spanish for “mourning.”
3. Why does the narrator like Eugene even before she meets him?
4. According to her mother, how does Elena seem to feel about Eugene?
RESEARCH
Research to Clarify Choose at least one unfamiliar detail from the text. Briefly research
that detail. In what way does the information you learned shed light on an aspect of
the story?
Research to Explore Choose something from the text that interested you, and formulate
a research question.
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MAKING MEANING
2. For more practice, go back into the selection, and complete the
Tool Kit
Close-Read Guide and
close-read notes.
Model Annotation 3. Revisit a section of the text you found important during your first
read. Read this section closely, and annotate what you notice.
Ask yourself questions such as “Why did the author make this
choice?” What can you conclude?
3. (a) In the last scene of the story, why does Elena say that her tears are just for
herself? (b) In what ways does the assassination of the president both add to and
minimize the importance of Elena’s suffering? Explain.
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LANGUAGE DEVELOPMENT
Concept Vocabulary
anticipated enthralled elation
2. Find two other words in the selection that describe a strong emotion.
Practice
Notebook The concept vocabulary words appear in “American
History.”
1. Use each concept vocabulary word in a sentence that demonstrates
its meaning.
2. Rewrite each sentence using a synonym for the concept vocabulary word.
How does the replacement change the meaning of the sentence?
Word Study
Cognates When two words in different languages share a common origin,
WORD NETWORK they are called cognates. Often, they are spelled and pronounced similarly
Add interesting words
in the two languages and still share a common meaning. Recognizing
related to American identity
when two words are cognates can help you determine an unfamiliar word’s
from the text to your Word
Network.
meaning. If you know Spanish, for example, you can quickly guess the
1. For each Spanish word in the chart, write its English cognate. Then, write
STANDARDS the meaning the pair of cognates shares.
Language
• Use various types of phrases and
Spanish word English COGNATE Meaning
clauses to convey specific meanings
and add variety and interest to anticipación
writing or presentations.
• Consult general and specialized
reference materials, both print and
digital, to find the pronunciation of pasión
a word or determine or clarify its
precise meaning, its part of speech,
or its etymology.
• Demonstrate understanding
of figurative language, word 2. Look back at paragraph 11 of “American History.” What English word
relationships, and nuances in word
is a cognate of the Spanish word enamorada? Write the word and its
meanings.
definition. Consult a bilingual dictionary if necessary.
Conventions
Types of Phrases A preposition is a word such as of, in, to, for or with
that relates a noun or a pronoun to another word in the sentence. CLARIFICATION
A prepositional phrase is a group of words that begins with a preposition Refer to the Grammar
and ends with a noun or pronoun, called the object of the preposition. Handbook to learn more
about these terms.
When a prepositional phrase modifies a noun or a pronoun, by telling what
kind or which one, it is an adjective phrase. When it modifies a verb, an
adjective, or an adverb, by pointing out where, why, when, in what way,
or to what extent, it is an adverb phrase. In the chart, the prepositional
phrases are italicized, and the words they modify are underlined.
Let’s take a picture of the Eiffel Tower. adjective phrase tells what kind
The snowball on the table melted. adjective phrase tells which one
The other team played with more skill. adverb phrase tells in what way
Read It
1. Mark every prepositional phrase in each of these sentences. Then, indicate
whether each phrase is an adjective phrase or an adverb phrase.
a. Elena’s mother was unhappy in Paterson.
b. When Elena sat on the fire escape, she was above Eugene’s backyard.
c. The boys tossed basketballs through a hoop in the yard.
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Write It
Notebook Add either an adjective phrase or an adverb phrase to each
sentence. Label each phrase you add.
Example
We drove.
We drove to the suburbs. (adverb phrase)
We drove to the suburbs of Paterson and Clifton. (adjective phrase)
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effective expression
Writing to Sources
A story can be a way of exploring and even of explaining a topic. The
conflicts a writer chooses to address in a work of fiction often reflect issues
people encounter in real life. The resolutions to those conflicts may suggest
authentic solutions.
AMERICAN HISTORY
Assignment
Consider the conflicts Elena faces in “American History” and the choices
she makes as she faces them. Ask yourself whether she could have made
different choices and whether those other options might have had a
better or, perhaps, a worse result. Then, write an alternative ending to
the story. Start your ending after Elena knocks on Eugene’s door. Consider
how you will either resolve or leave open the main conflicts Elena faces in
the story.
• Your new ending should flow logically from the story’s earlier events.
• Your new ending should be consistent with your understanding of the
characters.
• Your new ending should either provide a resolution to the conflict
or demonstrate a realization Elena experiences.
2. Did you include any prepositional phrases in your writing? If so, how did
they help you be more descriptive or precise?
STANDARDS
Writing 3. Why These Words? Which words in your writing do you feel are
• Write narratives to develop real especially effective in portraying characters’ thoughts or feelings? List a
or imagined experiences or events few of these words.
using effective technique, well-
chosen details, and well-structured
event sequences. 4. Essential Question: What does it mean to be “American”? What
• Provide a conclusion that follows
from and reflects on what is
have you learned about American identity from reading this selection?
experienced, observed, or resolved
over the course of the narrative.
3. Prepare and Deliver Practice your delivery before you present to the class.
• Speak clearly without rushing.
• Employ body language and gestures to add drama or create emphasis.
Try to be true to the type of movements or speech patterns your
character would use.
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• Vary your speech cadence and emphasis to express your character’s ideas.
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