Maggie: So what are your thoughts about the memorial?
Roberto: Chihuahua, mija. That is a tough one to answer. Let me think.
Roberto: Well, If pressed, I would say that it would have to tell my story which is one of opportunity.
Roberto: Whatever is built would have to reflect everything that I am and all that I have lost.
Inwardly he reflects about the life he might have had.
Roberto: I’m not sure that any building can capture the height of my dreams. I think I would build a simple lawn with two trees on it. No buildings, just two trees. Trees are simple, roots that go into the soil and branches that reach for the sky.
He raises his arms outstretched to the sky.
Roberto: (looking at SirIsaac) How about you?
SirIsaac: I had not given it much thought.
Spencer: Where are you from? What’s your background?
SirIsaac: (embarrassed) I hardly know.
SirIsaac lifts his arm slowly to stare at the color of his skin.
SirIsaac: I’m what you call a half-breed.
Ellen: A half-breed of what?
SirIsaac: I didn’t fit in.
SirIsaac: I wasn’t white enough for the Ritz, and I wasn’t black enough for the ghetto.