Whiteboys

The Whiteboys (Irish: Buachaillí Bána) were a secret Irish agrarian organisation in 18th-century Ireland which used violent tactics to defend tenant farmer land rights for subsistence farming. Their name derives from the white smocks the members wore in their nightly raids. As they levelled the fences at night, they were usually referred to at the time as "Levellers" by the authorities, and by themselves as "Queen Sive Oultagh's children", "fairies", or as followers of "Johanna Meskill" or "Sheila Meskill", all symbolic figures supposed to lead the movement. They sought to address rack-rents, tithe collection, excessive priests' dues, evictions and other oppressive acts. As a result they targeted landlords and tithe collectors. Over time, Whiteboyism became a general term for rural violence connected to secret societies. Because of this generalisation, the historical record for the Whiteboys as a specific organisation is unclear. There were three major outbreaks of Whiteboyism: 1761–64; 1770–76; and 1784–86.

White

White is an achromatic color, literally a "color without hue", that is a mixture of the frequencies of all the colors of the visible spectrum. It is one of the most common colors in nature, the color of sunlight, snow, milk, chalk, limestone and other common minerals. In many cultures white represents or signifies purity, innocence, and light, and is the symbolic opposite of black, or darkness. According to surveys in Europe and the United States, white is the color most often associated with perfection, the good, honesty, cleanliness, the beginning, the new, neutrality, and exactitude.

In ancient Egypt and ancient Rome, priestesses wore white as a symbol of purity, and Romans wore a white toga as a symbol of citizenship. In the Middle Ages and Renaissance a white unicorn symbolized chastity, and a white lamb sacrifice and purity; the widows of kings dressed in white rather than black as the color of mourning. It sometimes symbolizes royalty; it was the color of the French kings (black being the color of the queens) and of the monarchist movement after the French Revolution as well as of the movement called the White Russians (not to be confounded with Belarus, literally "White Russia") who fought the Bolsheviks during the Russian Civil War (1917-1922). Greek and Roman temples were faced with white marble, and beginning in the 18th century, with the advent of neoclassical architecture, white became the most common color of new churches, capitols and other government buildings, especially in the United States of America. It was also widely used in 20th century modern architecture as a symbol of modernity, simplicity and strength.

Boy

A boy is a young male human, usually a child or adolescent. When he becomes an adult, he is described as a man. The most apparent difference between a typical boy and a typical girl is the genitalia. However, some intersex children with ambiguous genitals, and genetically female transgender children, may also be classified or self-identify as a boy.

The term boy is primarily used to indicate biological sex distinctions, cultural gender role distinctions or both. The latter most commonly applies to adult men, either considered in some way immature or inferior, in a position associated with aspects of boyhood, or even without such boyish connotation as age-indiscriminate synonym. The term can be joined with a variety of other words to form these gender-related labels as compound words.

Etymology

The word "boy" comes from Middle English boi, boye ("boy, servant"), related to other Germanic words for boy, namely East Frisian boi ("boy, young man") and West Frisian boai ("boy"). Although the exact etymology is obscure, the English and Frisian forms probably derive from an earlier Anglo-Frisian *bō-ja ("little brother"), a diminutive of the Germanic root *bō- ("brother, male relation"), from Proto-Indo-European *bhā-, *bhāt- ("father, brother"). The root is also found in Flemish boe ("brother"), Norwegian dialectal boa ("brother"), and, through a reduplicated variant *bō-bō-, in Old Norse bófi, Dutch boef "(criminal) knave, rogue", German Bube ("knave, rogue, boy"). Furthermore, the word may be related to Bōia, an Anglo-Saxon personal name.

'White Boy' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Lean on Me (1989)

Actors: John G. Avildsen (director), John G. Avildsen (editor), Bill Conti (composer), Monique Dupree (actress), Michael Imperioli (actor), John G. Avildsen (producer), Tony Todd (actor), Robert Guillaume (actor), Michael Beach (actor), Ethan Phillips (actor), Ahmed Best (actor), Morgan Freeman (actor), Mike Starr (actor), Solomon J. LeFlore (miscellaneous crew), Lynne Thigpen (actress),

Plot: An arrogant and unorthodox teacher returns as principal to the idyllic high school from which he had earlier been fired to find it a den of drug abuse, gang violence, and urban despair. Eventually his successful but unorthodox methods lead to a clash with city officials that threatens to undo all his efforts. Based on a true story.

Keywords: 1960s, african-american, at-will-termination, based-on-true-story, blouse-ripping, civic-activist, class-differences, concerned-citizen, dedicated-teacher, drug-dealing
Genres: Action, Drama,
Taglines: Eastside High was out of control...until Joe Clark took it back. They called him crazy for padlocking the doors, and for changing all the rules. But Joe Clark was crazy about one thing only: the students who loved him. Eastside High never had a principal this tough...or one who cared this much about its students. A true story about a real hero. Eastside High was a training ground for jail. Then Joe Clark took over. Now the kids are getting something they never had. A future.

Quotes:

Joe Clark: [after bringing down a drug dealer] Get this disgrace to his race out of here!

Clarence: [mimicking Mr Clark] Let me give you the key to my office.::Francesca: Ooh, your office!::Clarence: [puts his hand in his gym shorts] Whoa, THAT ain't the key!

Joe Clark: This is an institution of learning, ladies and gentlemen. If you can't control it, how can you teach? Discipline is not the enemy of enthusiasm!

Joe Clark: You've tried it your way for years, and your students can't even pass the State's Minimum Basic Skills Test. THAT MEANS THEY CAN BARELY READ! Now, they've given me one year to turn this place around - to get those test scores up - so that the State will not take us over to perform the task which YOU have failed to accomplish: the task of EDUCATING OUR CHILDREN! So forget about the way it used to be. This is not a damn democracy! We are in a state of emergency and my word is law! There's only one boss around here, and that's me. The HNIC.::[exits]::Mr. O'Malley: HNIC?::Ms. Levias: Head Nigger In Charge.

Joe Clark: I don't have time for Mrs. Elliott's problem!::Dr. Frank Napier: You better make time!::Joe Clark: We are being crucified by a process that is turning blacks into a permanent underclass here, Frank. A permanent underclass!::[Dr. Napier turns away from him and puts some papers in his briefcase]::Joe Clark: See! See, nobody wants to talk about that! NOBODY! Mrs. Elliott's missionary zeal about Mozart has nothing to do with our problem. Nothing! What good is Mozart going to do a bunch of children who can't go out and get a job?::Dr. Frank Napier: Joe, your personal battles are gonna cost us the war. Worry about the test scores.::Joe Clark: WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK I'M WORRIED ABOUT?::Dr. Frank Napier: END OF DISCUSSION! Debate is over! You will write a formal apology!::Joe Clark: I will what?::Dr. Frank Napier: A formal apology for your treatment of Mrs. Elliott and Darnell and for your vicious and thoughtless insults to the women of this community! You will kow tow. You will step and fetch!::Joe Clark: If you think that I'm gonna...::Dr. Frank Napier: [slams briefcase shut] Get used to it! It's the WAY OF THE WORLD! If you're so hot on discipline, then goddammit::[pounds on briefcase]::Dr. Frank Napier: start by accepting mine because contrary to popular opinion, I'M THE HEAD NIGGER IN CHARGE!::[He grabs his briefcase and heads for the door]::Dr. Frank Napier: Come on, let's get something to eat.::Joe Clark: [following him to the door and walking out with him] Boy... you really think you bad, don't you?

Dr. Frank Napier: Did you see this yet? [holding up newspaper story about Clark's fight with a former student] You know, a lot of your shits comes down on my head.::Joe Clark: Oh, Frank! Look, this is...::Dr. Frank Napier: No, You let me talk! It's like you're a big bird with radar and I'm tired of getting hit!::Joe Clark: Th... this is my fault?::Dr. Frank Napier: This is nothing! I've got union lawyers threatening me and there's talk of a walk-out!::Joe Clark: Well, let 'em! They're not doing anything down there anyway!::Dr. Frank Napier: It is your job to...::Joe Clark: None of them have a personal stake at that school! Not one!::Dr. Frank Napier: The fire chief was just in here. He said it was illegal to bar those doors. Mrs. Barrett is organizing a parents' group to try and get you removed since you insulted them at that meeting the other night when you suggested they should get off welfare...::Joe Clark: Oh, I didn't mean all of...::Dr. Frank Napier: ...because the fact is quite a few of them need it.::Joe Clark: I wasn't talking to all of them, Frank! Look, you came and recruited me, man, but you disappoint me, brother. You disappoint me!::Dr. Frank Napier: The disappointment here is you!::Joe Clark: Me?::Dr. Frank Napier: Yes!::Joe Clark: You know who I am. You've known me thirty years! You knew what I would do! You know how I operate!::Dr. Frank Napier: Nigger, will you keep quiet! the fact is you're screwing up! You're alienating everybody! Look at you, you have no life! Your wife left you! Hell, I oughta walk out on you myself!::Joe Clark: Well, go ahead! Bail the hell out!::Dr. Frank Napier: But I said I'd back you up!::Joe Clark: That's what you said, man! That's what you said!::Dr. Frank Napier: I would go through the... fire with you, but you are not taking care of business! This shit you're pulling now, you've just gone plain loco! Now you suspend Darnell! What the hell was that?::Joe Clark: Darnell is symptomatic of the disciplinary problems...::Dr. Frank Napier: He is a good, strong, young Black teacher! So he... dumped that desk right on top of your head. Well, right on! Good for him! You will reinstate that man, you hear? And you fire Mrs. Elliott! Why? Because she didn't want to kiss your ass! I wouldn't neither! How about that?::Joe Clark: Mrs. Elliott has an ego problem!::Dr. Frank Napier: Well, you lost the best teacher we ever had! We couldn't get her back now if we wanted to!

Joe Clark: The Lord said, do whatever you have to do. And he didn't say "Joe, be polite."

Joe Clark: [Clark's roof-top pep-talk to Thomas Sams] Now let me tell you something: The trouble with being a teenager is you don't know nothing. The problem with teenagers is you think you're smarter than people who already been down the road you're traveling. You know what I'm tryin' to say to you, boy? DO YOU?::Thomas Sams: Yes, sir.::Joe Clark: Did you tell your father I threw out of school?::[Sams, with his head down, doesn't answer]::Joe Clark: [picks Sams' head up; yells] Look at me DAMNIT!::Thomas Sams: [sobs] No, sir.::Joe Clark: Why not? No guts, huh? Afraid of what he's gonna say to you, aren't ya?::Thomas Sams: My father doesn't live with us anymore, sir.::Joe Clark: Oh, is that you're doing right now? Going around, feeling sorry for yourself, boy? Huh? Go on. Get outta here! You're wasting my time!::Thomas Sams: [crying] Please let me back in, sir. I have to get back to school. I can't go home and tell my mama I got kick out of school.::Joe Clark: Now why should I let you back into my school, Sams?::Thomas Sams: 'Cause I'm gonna do better, sir.::Joe Clark: How?::Thomas Sams: By doin' my work.::Joe Clark: What else?::Thomas Sams: And stayin' out of trouble.::Joe Clark: What have you been thinking about all this time? Why should I believe you now?::Thomas Sams: 'Cause I've changed my ways.::Joe Clark: I don't believe you, Sams. I don't think you changed a thing. Go on, jump!::Thomas Sams: [sobs] No, I don't wanna jump!::Joe Clark: Yes, you do! You smoke crack, don't ya? You smoke crack, don't ya? LOOK AT ME, BOY! Don't you smoke crack?::Thomas Sams: Y-yes, sir.::Joe Clark: You know what that does to you? Huh?::Thomas Sams: No, sir.::Joe Clark: [taps Sams' head with his finger] It kill your brain cells, son. It kill your brain cells! Now when you're destroying your brain cells, your doing the same thing as killing yourself. You just doing it slower! Now, I say, if wanna kill yourself, don't fuck around with it. Go on and do it expeditiously! Now go on and jump! JUMP!

Joe Clark: [looks at the boys restroom, suspects Sams is hiding something] What do you got in here, Sams?::Thomas Sams: You don't want to go in there Mr. Clark it stinks! [Clark grabs Sams and they go into the boys restroom]

Kaneesha Carter: Mr. Clark don't play!