Eva: White people wanting respect like they deserve it for free.
Erin Gruwell: I’m a teacher, it doesn’t matter what color I am.
Eva: It’s all about color, it’s about people deciding what you deserve, about people wanting what they don’t deserve. About whites thinking they own this world no matter what, you see, I hate white people.
Erin Gruwell: You hate me? You don’t even know me.
Eva: I know what you can do. I saw white cops shoot my friend in the back for reaching into his pocket, his pocket! I saw white cops come into my house and take my father away for no REASON except they feel like it! Except because they can! And they can, because they’re white. So I HATE white people on sight
Marcus: I’ve never had a hero before. But you are my hero.
Miep Gies: Oh, no. No, no, no, young man, no. I am not a hero. No. I did what I had to do, because it was the right thing to do. That is all.
Marcus: Lady, stop acting like you tryin’ to understand our situation, and just do your little babysitting up there.
Erin Gruwell: That’s what you think this is?
Marcus: It ain’t nothing else. When I look out in the world I don’t see nobody that looks like me with their pockets full unless they’re rapping a lyrics or dribbling a ball, so what else you got in here for me?
Erin Gruwell: And what if you can’t rap a lyric or dribble a ball?
Andre: It ain’t this.
Marcus: I know that’s right.
Erin Gruwell: And you all think you’re gonna make it to graduation like this?
Andre: I made it to HIGH school ain’t nobody stop me.
Marcus: Lady I’m lucky if I make it to 18, we in a war! We graduating every day we live because we ain’t afraid to die, protecting our own. At least when you die for your own, you die with respect, you die a warrior.
Erin Gruwell: So when you’re dead, you’ll get respect, that what you think?
[murmurs of ‘yeah’ from the class]
Erin Gruwell: You know what’s gonna happen when you die? You’re gonna rot in the ground, and people are going to go on living, and they’re going to forget all about you. And when you ROT, do you think it’s gonna matter whether you were an original gangsta? You’re dead, and nobody, NOBODY, is gonna want to remember you, because all you left in the world is this.
[holds up Tito’s drawing]