#Carol Eldridge Kennedy

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CHRONOLOGY OF AMERICAN RACE RIOTS AND RACIAL VIOLENCE p-5

1961 May First Freedom Ride. 1962 Harlem Youth Opportunities Unlimited (HARYOU) is founded. Robert F. Williams publishes Negroes with Guns, exploring Williams’ philosophy of black self-defense. October Two die in riots when President John F. Kennedy sends troops to Oxford,Mississippi, to allow James Meredith to become the first African American student to register for classes at the University of Mississippi. 1963 Publication of The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin. Revolutionary Action Movement (RAM) is founded. April Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr., writes his ‘‘Letter from Birmingham Jail.’’

June Civil rights leader Medgar Evers is assassinated in Mississippi. August March on Washington; Rev. King delivers his ‘‘I Have a Dream’’ speech before the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D.C.

September Four African American girls—Carol Denise McNair, Cynthia Wesley, Carole Robertson, and Addie Mae Collins—are killed when a bomb explodes at theSixteenth Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama. 1964 June–August Three Freedom Summer activists—James Earl Chaney, Andrew Goodman, and Michael Schwerner—are arrested in Philadelphia, Mississippi; their bodies are discovered six weeks later; white resistance to Freedom Summer activities leads to six deaths, numerous injuries and arrests, and property damage acrossMississippi. July President Lyndon Johnson signs the Civil Rights Act. New York City (Harlem) riot. Rochester, New York, riot. Brooklyn, New York, riot. August Riots in Jersey City, Paterson, and Elizabeth, New Jersey. Chicago, Illinois, riot. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, riot. 1965 February While participating in a civil rights march from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama, Jimmie Lee Jackson is shot by an Alabama state trooper. Malcolm X is assassinated while speaking in New York City. March Bloody Sunday march ends with civil rights marchers attacked and beaten by local lawmen at the Edmund Pettus Bridge outside Selma, Alabama. Lowndes County Freedom Organization (LCFO) is formed in Lowndes County,Alabama. First distribution of The Negro Family: The Case for National Action, better known as The Moynihan Report, which was written by Undersecretary of Labor Daniel Patrick Moynihan and Nathan Glazer. July Springfield, Massachusetts, riot. August Los Angeles (Watts), California, riot. 1965–1967 A series of northern urban riots occurring during these years, including disorders in the Watts section of Los Angeles, California (1965), Newark, New Jersey (1967), and Detroit, Michigan (1967), becomes known as the Long Hot Summer Riots. 1966 May Stokely Carmichael elected national director of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC). June James Meredith is wounded by a sniper while walking from Memphis, Tennessee, to Jackson, Mississippi; Meredith’s March Against Fear is taken up by Martin Luther King, Jr., Stokely Carmichael, and others. July Cleveland, Ohio, riot. Murder of civil rights demonstrator Clarence Triggs in Bogalusa, Louisiana. September Dayton, Ohio, riot. San Francisco (Hunters Point), California, riot. October Black Panther Party (BPP) founded by Huey P. Newton and Bobby Seale. 1967

Publication of Black Power: The Politics of Liberation by Stokely Carmichael and Charles V. Hamilton. May Civil rights worker Benjamin Brown is shot in the back during a student protest in Jackson, Mississippi. H. Rap Brown succeeds Stokely Carmichael as national director of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC). Texas Southern University riot (Houston, Texas). June Atlanta, Georgia, riot. Buffalo, New York, riot. Cincinnati, Ohio, riot. Boston, Massachusetts, riot. July Detroit, Michigan, riot. Newark, New Jersey, riot. 1968 Publication of Soul on Ice by Eldridge Cleaver. February During the so-called Orangeburg, South Carolina Massacre, three black college students are killed and twenty-seven others are injured in a confrontation with police on the adjoining campuses of South Carolina State College and Claflin College. March Kerner Commission Report is published. April Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., is assassinated in Memphis, Tennessee. President Lyndon Johnson signs the Civil Rights Act of 1968. Washington, D.C., riot. Cincinnati, Ohio, riot. August Antiwar protestors disrupt the Democratic National Convention in Chicago. 1969 May James Forman of the SNCC reads his Black Manifesto, which calls for monetary reparations for the crime of slavery, to the congregation of Riverside Church in New York; many in the congregation walk out in protest. July York, Pennsylvania, riot. 1970 May Two unarmed black students are shot and killed by police attempting to control civil rights demonstrators at Jackson State University in Mississippi. Augusta, Georgia, riot. July New Bedford, Massachusetts, riot. Asbury Park, New Jersey, riot. 1973 July So-called Dallas Disturbance results from community anger over the murder of a twelve-year-old Mexican-American boy by a Dallas police officer. 1975–1976 A series of antibusing riots rock Boston, Massachusetts, with the violence reaching a climax in April 1976. 1976 February Pensacola, Florida, riot. 1980 May Miami, Florida, riot. 1981 March Michael Donald, a black man, is beaten and murdered by Ku Klux Klan members in Mobile, Alabama. 1982 December Miami, Florida, riot. 1985 May Philadelphia police drop a bomb on MOVE headquarters, thereby starting a fire that consumed a city block. 1986 December Three black men are beaten and chased by a gang of white teenagers in Howard Beach, New York; one of the victims of the so-called Howard Beach Incident is killed while trying to flee from his attackers. 1987 February–April Tampa, Florida, riots. 1989 Release of Spike Lee’s film, Do the Right Thing. Representative John Conyers introduces the first reparations bill into Congress—the Commission to Study Reparation Proposals for African Americans Act; this and all subsequent reparations measures fail passage. August Murder of Yusef Hawkins, an African American student killed by Italian-American youths in Bensonhurst, New York. 1991 March Shooting in Los Angeles of an African American girl, fifteen-year-old Latasha Harlins, by a Korean woman who accused the girl of stealing. Los Angeles police officers are caught on videotape beating African American motorist Rodney King. 1992 April Los Angeles (Rodney King), California, riot. 1994 Survivors of the Rosewood, Florida, riot of 1923 receive reparations. February Standing trial for a third time, Byron de la Beckwith is convicted of murdering civil rights worker Medgar Evers in June 1963.

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   The remnants of rusted over cars, tires, and rubble littered the road, soaked by the downpour that fell from the soot-colored sky above.

   Despite being dawn, the sky held a deep, sulking blue. A cold breeze ran about the air, just gentle enough to hum.

   Rain clicked against the asphalt and the metal exoskeletons of abandoned vehicles, bouncing off worn-rubber tires, and flooding into the cracks of the pavement. But that wasn’t the only thing to click. Four paws patterned against the ground, followed by two pairs of footsteps.

   And just across the way, a heavy whirring grew closer.

   “With new inventory coming in weekly, who knows what electronic treasures you’ll find on your next trip to Wattz Electronics- Hello, intelligent and informed consumer! Please take a flyer and stop by Wattz Electronics for all your electronics and household appliance needs!” droned an approaching Protectron, extending a soggy piece of cardstock.

   Jazlyn plucked the flyer from its hand, the bot turning away from her to cycle through the same message as it moved further down the road.

   “Two hundred and ten years since all this went down and those clunky things still work.” Carol blew her lips together, rolling her eyes.

   Jazlyn shook her head, placing the cardstock on the roof of a nearby automotive, taking a quick look at her Pip-Boy. She glanced at the remaining route to the city, before shifting her gaze to the road ahead of them. “We’re not far. Perhaps another ten-minutes walk.”

   Carol still wasn’t convinced. It was hard to recognize this place to be the Boston she once knew. She looked to her left, staring at the murky waters of the Charles River. She grimaced at the sight of a half-sunken boat.

   “Jazlyn?”

   Jazlyn turned to her, her hair sticking to the sides of her face due to the rain. “Yes?”

   “Do you think the old woman’s ‘Sight’ is real? I can’t shake what she said. “You are women out of time. Out of hope.’”

   “What is the credibility of an old woman when advice is still advice, once it boils down to it?”

   “Honestly, I don’t fucking know.” Carol shifted, raising her left hand to guard her eyes against the rain.

   “I want to believe that woman. For your son’s sake. For Cadet Kennedy.”

   “You- You can say his name. Nate never did anyone harm.”

   Jazlyn chuckled, brushing a cluster of damp hair behind her ear. “Sure. For Nate.”

   “Did you know him well?”

   The two shifted onto a large bridge, bypassing another wreck of a car.

   “I didn’t ask him of his personal life, no, but you could tell by the way he carried himself he had someone back home. He didn’t have an attitude.”

   A bittersweet smile adorned Carol’s face, snapping her head away for a moment.

   “He’d do the same for you, you know.” Jazlyn continued, “I’m sure he would. Whatever that ‘Sight’ is, at least it’s a step in the right direction.”

   Carol cracked a smile, “For a step in the right direction, my feet sure do hurt.”

   Jazlyn rolled her eyes, climbing atop a part of wreckage in the middle of the bridge. Once at the top, she extended her hand to Carol, helping her up and over.

   The two continued on, heading straight forward. According to both of their maps, the city was right ahead of them. Once met with it, it just appeared to be broken panes of glass.

   The two diverged to the right, passing a group of people in baseball gear, picking at the bodies of what looked to be green giants. The ladies looked to each other, each with confusion, before pressing forward. As they walked, they passed more people in the same baseball get-up.

   As they headed through a large gate made of scrapped sheet metal and board, Jazlyn gasped as she saw the copper statue of the baseball player.

   “Carol!” Jazlyn tugged on Carol’s sleeve, “We’re at Fenway Park!”

   Carol stared at her Pip-Boy, “Well, yes, but this says its Diamond City.”

   “What do you mean you can’t open the gate?” Rung a voice to the left of them, “Stop playing around, Danny. I’m standing out in the open here for crying out loud!” The rain continued to pour.

   “I got orders not to let you in, Ms. Piper. I’m sorry, I’m just doing my job.” Replied a voice through an intercom.

   “Ooh! “Just doing your job?” Protecting Diamond City means keeping me out, is that it?” She laughed, “‘Oh look, it’s the scary reporter!’ Boo!”

   “I’m sorry, but Mayor McDonough’s really steamed, Piper. Sayin’ that article you wrote was all lies. The whole city’s in a tizzy.”

   The woman groaned, “You open this gate right now, Danny Sullivan! I live here! You can’t just lock me out!”

     “It seems journalism never changes.” Said Jazlyn, crossing her arms. Carol elbowed her, stepping forward.

   The woman pushed her fists to her side, looking around the vicinity. As soon as she caught sight of Carol, she beckoned to the two of them.

   “You two.” She whispered. “You want into Diamond City, right?”

   “Well, at least we’re at the right place.” Jazlyn remarked.

   “Shhh. Play along. Wha- What’s that? You said you’re a trader up from Quincy? You have enough supplies to keep the general store stocked for the whole month? Huh…”

   The two blinked.

   “You hear that Danny? You gonna open the gate and let us in or are you gonna be the one talking to Crazy Mirna on losing out on all the supply?”

   “Geez! Alright! No need to make it personal, Piper. Give me a minute.”

   The large contraption outside the wall near her began to unhinge, slowly being lifted into the air. The woman leaned in close to the two of them, “Better head in quick before ole’ Danny catches on to the bluff.”

   “Wait,” Carol piped, “This place, Diamond City. What is it?”

   “Oh, the “green jewel”? She’s a sight. Everyone who’s anyone in the Commonwealth is from here, settled here,” She gestured two thumbs to herself, “got kicked out of here. A big wall, some power, working plumbing, schools, and some security goons are what make Diamond City the big ‘monster’ it is. Heh. Love it or hate it. You two will see for yourselves soon enough. Let’s go.”

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hangovers suck

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gfs bein supportive of each other is my kink 

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🌹 and 🌻 for 💋?

I am The Latest at getting to this!!! I am SO sorry.

Nevertheless, here are my answers! I hope you enjoy them :)

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Carol feels the most at home when she finds and talks to pre-war ghouls. And the sky. The sky is the same sky and if she looks at it long enough, she’ll almost feel 200 years old younger.

Piper, Nat, Nick, and Codsworth are the only family she has left, all things considered. Also The Minute Men, especially Mama Murphy. They were all so kind and patient with her during her first year out of the vault, through her grief, her joy, everything.

And her son, of course. He has so much of his father in him. Which makes things harder...AND easier.

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

She still notices the beauty in things. She finds that people, ghouls, and synths, even in this freaky, post apocalyptic blood thirsty world still love, fight, cry, and survive the same way.

People still get drunk. They still share stories. They still look at the moon and notice how pretty it is. They still have babies. They still appreciate the stillness of summer nights. They still talk politics, and fiction. They still argue over arbitrary things. They still provide for their families. They still just...live.

Though everything is different, it’s all the same. And that’s what brings her the most joy.

Ask me bout mah OCs! ❤️

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wasteland dates (ft. a Twin Peaks screencap)

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Announcer voice: “it’s time for....Gettin’ Nostalgic with Nick!!”

*que applause*

Carol and Nick enjoy discussing Pre-War culture and subjects over a bottle of brandy.

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they were just kids when the bombs fell...

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Full disclosure, I haven’t decided what they do for “Synth Scare.” 😂

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I draw how I feel, so these beans are strung out and exhausted today.

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smol bby

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some various outfit sketches for Carol ✨

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Be Your Worst Self

I was tagged by @loveydoveypiperwright and I had so much fun doing this quiz!

The challange is to take this quiz as an OC of your choice and post whether you agree or disagree on what you got.

I shall tag @didntseethatcoming04 (have fun dude)!!!

I used my Fallout 4 Sole Survivor, Carol (Eldridge) Kennedy

Here’s what the quiz had to say about her (and basically all of my self inserts because they’re all me 😂):

Carol’s was scarily accurate, and I agree that she can catch herself being a little possessive with her loved ones. She doesn’t want to lose them like she lost her husband and she finds it hard to find likable people in the Wasteland. However, her worst fear is driving the people she cares about away, so she always makes sure that she’s not being creepy.

In the Wasteland she does tend to hoard things of value because she misses luxuries and products of the Pre War era. She eventually learns to let go of the unecessary junk and possessiveness in order to survive and be a better person.

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Carol: The Sole Survivor

Name: Caroline Eldridge Kennedy (in relation to Benjamin Eldridge and James Eldridge from Nuka Break)

Place of Residence:

* (formerly) Sanctuary Hills, Massachusetts

* Diamond City

Age: 19-21

Gender: Cisgender Female

Height: 5’6

Hair: Auburn, Wavy

Eyes: Grey/Blue, Big

Ethnicity: White

Sexuality: Queer

Faction: Minutemen, General (eventually gave Preston the position)

Unique Attributes:

- freckles

- chubby

- Scar on her thigh from being grazed by a bullet

- harmless “mom” vibes she uses to her advantage in the face of danger

- Sweet face, but swears like a SAILOR

- C-section scar on her belly from Shaun’s birth

- Severe stretch marks and stretched skin from her pregnancy

- Has Pure OCD intrusive thoughts (an anxiety disorder)

- Develops PTSD from Nate’s murder. Triggers: extreme cold, tight spaces, gunshots (or other loud, sudden noises)

Traits:

- Polite

- Kind

- Outgoing

- Bubbly

- Quirky

- Anxious

- Bright

- Open-Minded

- Sentimental

Lullaby of Choice: Moon River

Accent: Her family moved from Georgia to Massachusetts. So, even though she speaks “normally”, she has a southern twang that won’t quite leave that she got from her parents.

When she’s relaxed or angry, her accent becomes more prominent.

The companions tease her whenever she lets a “Bless Your Heart” or “y’all” slip.

Fashion:

Her clothes are based off of 1920’s adventure chic, Katherine Hepburn’s pantsuits, female aviators, and women who went to work in WW2. She enjoys wearing dresses, but is more of a pants and trousers kinda girl.

Backstory: (Pre War)

She and Nate knew each other since they were kids. They decided to get married because they felt that they “had” to, and they enjoyed each other’s company enough anyway.

Right before Nate went to war, they got hitched.

She was pregnant with Shaun when he left.

When he got back, the baby was born.

She wrote and illustrated children’s books with her older sister, Katherine, but had to put her career on hold to take care of the baby.

(A/N: if I offend anyone by my PTSD descriptions, I’m sorry. I personally do not have PTSD myself, so if I make any mistakes, PLEASE feel free to correct me)

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*screams for all fucking eternity*

I FUCKING LOVE IT. THANK YOU. SO. SO MUCH. ❤️❤️💕❣️💕❣️💕❤️❤️🥰🥰☺️😍🌟💥❤️❤️👌🏻❣️😭😭

   The remnants of rusted over cars, tires, and rubble littered the road, soaked by the downpour that fell from the soot-colored sky above.

   Despite being dawn, the sky held a deep, sulking blue. A cold breeze ran about the air, just gentle enough to hum.

   Rain clicked against the asphalt and the metal exoskeletons of abandoned vehicles, bouncing off worn-rubber tires, and flooding into the cracks of the pavement. But that wasn’t the only thing to click. Four paws patterned against the ground, followed by two pairs of footsteps.

   And just across the way, a heavy whirring grew closer.

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