Speech Night Critique

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Wendy Mills
Speech Com 102
February 10, 2004
Speech Night Critique

The speaker that I enjoyed most was Claire Donahue. I thought that she did an amazing job at piecing together a worktable speech out of the few subjects that she was thrown by the audience. Her delivery was perfectly timed and she appeared to have been totally relaxed up on the stage, in front of so many people. She gave a good argument that made sense and didn’t feel the need to fill empty spaces with clutter phrases.

The person that I would have to say that I liked the least was Nathan Royer. Maybe it was just the subject that he was speaking about that didn’t particularly interest me, but I thought it was very boring and given in a flat manner. While he did appear to have stage presence, I noticed that he wasn’t quite so calm and in control of what he was doing or saying. There were quite a few times that I heard him use the clutter word ‘um’.

As for who believed won the debate. I would have to say that I thought that the opposing team did the better job of persuading the audience with their information and reasoning against illegal aliens being allowed to have drivers licenses. I have friends who are on both sides of the fence so to speak, or they know somebody who isn’t exactly a legal citizen of the United States. Like most Americans I welcome new people to our country, but with the understanding that they need to uphold the laws that our government has set.

English is Important

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Wendy Mills
Englist 50
May 3, 1999
English is Important

I believe that having good writing skills is essential to becoming successful in the job/career of your choice. After watching the video Moving on by Mara Fagin and doing my own research I learned that other people feel the same way as I do. No matter what career a person may decide to pursue, it always comes attached with a lot of writing. In the video we listened to how other people feel about writing.

Krist Jepson is the first person we heard speak. She is a current student here at Modesto Junior College and works in the writing center on campus. Her job allows her to use the skills she learned in her English classes to help other students with writing papers. She stated that in high school she never really cared much about writing. She only did the writing necessary to complete her homework assignments. Through the English classes she has taken at M.J.C. She has discovered that there is a lot more to writing than she thought. She has learned to think more critically about what she wants to say in a paper before writing it.

Thomas Massey has always considered himself a writer. He says the courses he took at Modesto Junior College helped him to broaden his way of thinking. Techniques like freewriting and brainstorming ideas help him to develop ideas and plots for his stories. He thinks that everyone should keep journals because it is a way of relieving your mind creatively and helps you keep track of your thoughts and memories.

Sylvia Lopez-Medina impressed me the most when she spoke. She had to overcome some major obstacles to enroll in MJC. The culture that she was brought up in doesn’t believe that women should pursue their education. The women in her culture are raised from a very early age to learn to cook and clean so that they will catch a good husband. They are raised to listen to what the man says and wants. It took Sylvia twenty years and two marriages before she decided to enroll in college. She told us that she had never been interested n writing until she enrolled in the English classes at MJC. Even though she learned that she had a natural talent for writing, she continued to pursue a career in law. Through the encouragement she received from her instructors she finally decided to pursue a writing career.

Rick Estrada is employed at the Modesto Bee as a sportswriter. He covers high school sports in our area. He says having good writing skills is essential to his job. Working around deadlines doesn’t leave him much time for writing the articles. He often finds himself developing an article in his head in traffic on the way to the office. He often does a background on the teams beforehand so that he can add it to the article when he gets to the office.

Linda Brooks works in the human resources offices at the Bee. She told us that her job requires her to write memos, create employee handbooks and prepare presentations for her department. Knowing how to write effectively has helped her in many ways. Because of the type of work she does, Linda feels that being able to communicate through writing is beneficial to her job. Writing her thoughts, ideas, feelings, and opinions down on paper has always helped her to improve her communication skills with other people. She believes that if it wasn’t for her acquired English skills that she probably wouldn’t be such and important asset to her company.

The last person interviewed in the video was Carletta Steel. Carletta works at the Modesto office of the California State Department of Employment Development. Her job is to help people fill out applications and develop resumes. She helps prospective employees find jobs that they are qualified to do. She credits her abilities in writing to the English classes she took at Modesto Junior College.Even though she had always done a lot of writing, Carletta never fully realized how important English was in a career until she started working. Now she knows that she would have never gotten such a good job if she hadn’t been able to write well.

After watching the video I decided to do some research of my own. I called three people that I know and interviewed them. I asked them to tell me about how having good English skills has affected their present occupations or career choices. The first person I interviewed was Katherine Brewer. Katherine is a program coordinator ins a local recovery house. He job requires a lot of knowledge in writing. She has to fill out sign-in papers and release forms. She must make an update in each of her clients’ charts each day as well as write memos to other employees. She believes that without her extensive writing skills that she would not be able to maintain her job.

I next interviewed Kathy Bjarnson. Kathy teaches at Modesto High School. The students she teaches are learning disabled or problem students. She teaches a variety of subjects, but mostly English. She believes that being able to effectively teach students proper English skills requires a lot of work. She has to be able to break down sentences so that her students understand what she is trying to teach them. Besides planning work for her classes, she must also fill out reports on each of her students to send to their parents and the school board. Learning how to effectively do so in college has been so asset to her career.

The last person I interviewed was Leon Bjarnson. Unlike Kathy, Leon stated that he had been a terrible student in school. He had to really struggle to improve his own English skills in order to graduate from high school and go on to college. While in colleges he had decided to become an English teacher as well. He is currently teaching elementary kids the elements of writing and finds it refreshing to see the kids learning. He knows that without his own improvement in English that he probably wouldn’t have made it through college, let alone been able to get his teaching credentials.

After hearing what each of these people had to say about English and how it has improved their lives, I realized how important English is. Without the use of our English skills, none of us would get very far in this world. English has played an effective part in all of our lives and in history too. Without English how would we communicate with one another.

Living With Nature

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Living With Nature
English 50
Wendy Mills

Nature at its best is unpredictable. It is often that it has to remind us that we are not in control of it. Many of us take advantage of everything that we are given. Most of all we forget to be thankful for the many beautiful things we are given every day. If it wasn’t for nature we could not grow crops, raise animals for food, build shelters or make clothes. Nature showers us with many things and only when we are negligent to give some appreciation for what we have received. Nature has many ways of showing us just how brutal it can be when necessary. Avalanches, blizzards, tornadoes, hurricanes, flooding, etc.

The flood that occurred in the early part of nineteen ninety-seven was just such a show of force. Although the flood affected many areas in California, i am going to write about the devastation it caused in Modesto. One small trailer park in particular. On January 2, 1997 the Tuolumne River overflowed its banks and flooded Modesto on three sides. The trailer parks on River Road in South Modesto were badly damaged by the flood. These parks are filled with low income families who survive from month to month on stipends from the government. Many, if not all of them had no flood insurance or insurance of any kind. Not because they refused to pay high insurance rates, but because they simply couldn’t afford the extra bill.

It is a ragtag bunch of people who formed the little communities inside the parks. Most of the people were respectable enough to be a member of the park and the residents’ banded together to keep troublemakers out. When people were away from homes for any length of time, neighbors could be counted on to watch over treasured belongings and keep intruders away. When a crisis occurred for a resident such as the death of a family member, other residents would offer their condolences and try to help out in any way that they could.

Riverside Driftwood Trailer Park is located on River Road. You can reach River Road from various directions, but if you are coming from downtown Modesto you will have to go over the Ninth Street Bridge. You take a right off the bridge and go down and under the bridge to get to River Road. Turning left on to River you will see several trailers and a few small houses lining the left side of the road. The first driveway you come to on the left-hand side of the street is the driveway for Terrace Trailer Park.

Riverside Driftwood is the next trailer park. When you approach the park can see that a small store is directly across from the double driveways. A large blue and white sign says welcome to the park and directs you to the manager’s office. Be sure if you are visiting the park that you go down the right driveway or someone is sure to point it out to you.

At the time of the flood Charlotte Dehart and her husband Carl were the managers of the park. They had been residents of the park for a few years before becoming managers and did fairly good job of running the park. Many of the residents were older people who had been living in the park for several years. Some were younger people with kids. Most of the trailers were older models and two or three of them had been originally owned by residents who had been the first in the park when it opened in the fifties. Only the real old timers of the park had ever experienced the park being flooded, and that hadn’t happened in nearly thirty years.

In December of nineteen ninety-six, it had rained several inches swelling several sections of the Tuolumne River in Stanislaus County. Residents of Riverside driftwood had taken turns at watching the water meter to see how many inches the ricer had risen. Water from the melting snow in the higher elevations were adding to tthe increasingly high amount of water in the Don Pedro Dam.

At the end of December, residents were told that several gallons of water was being let out of the dam to allow room for the incoming water. People made the necessary precautions and were relieved that the river had only overflowed its banks and come into the park only a few feet. The only damage the river did at that time was to leave a bunch of stinking mud on the lower level. Residents’ breathed a collective sigh of relief and went about putting things in order. No one knew that soon their lives would be forever changed by the usually peaceful and slow moving river.

I interviewed one of the former residents of Riverside Driftwood Trailer Park to see how the flood affected her life and the life of her family. Her name is Debbie Costa and this is what she told me. She told me that at the time of the flood that she had recently been divorced from her husband and was raising her two sons alone. She also told me that at the time of the flood that she was recovering from back surgery and that only a few short months before she had lost her mother. So she was already dealing with a tremendous amount of pain and grief before the flood happened. She had recently brought her children home from their father’s house because she hadn’t been able to care for them right after surgery.

Even though the residents of the park were given a forewarning that the controllers of Don Pedro Dam were going to release several million gallons of water that would flood the park, none of them were ready for the devastation it would cause. Residents were told on the second of January that they had only until six o’clock in the evening to remove as much of their belongings as they could because the water had already been released. It would take several hours before the water would hit the Tuolumne River and cause it to once again overflow its banks and flood the park. People scurried about moving their trailers out our gathering up whatever they could save. Debbie said she was overcome with a feeling over hopelessness as friends packed her belongings for her.

By the time six o’clock arrived, most of the residents had moved out whatever they could. Neighbors helped neighbors place furniture on top of each other in the hopes that some it could be saved. Others helped pack up breakables in trailers they were to be moved out of the park. Animals that lived in the park were caught and put on leashes or put into vehicles out of harm’s way. People gathered together at the top of the hill to watch the frightening scene below.

Dark, sinister, looking water crept slowly into the park and gradually covered the first level, and then the second and third. Trailers were unmovable were soon swallowed by the watery jaws. Everyone watched in stunned silence as the water rose higher and higher. Someone’s garbage can floated down the water and brought nervous laughter from those who watched.

In the days following the flooding of the parks, people donated clothing, blankets, and food for the victims. The American Red Cross set up a mobile across the street in the store parking lot and served hot meals to people. Debbie was among many at that time that thanked everyone for all the support the survivors of the flood had received from various agencies and individuals. It helped her and others through an incredibly difficult time in her life. The flood had brought many more changes into her life that she wasn’t ready for. For the last two years, she has lived in rented house and doesn’t like the fact that someone else has control over her life and the lives of her children. In the trailer park she had owned her trailer, and only paid a rent space. Both her children had to adjust to living somewhere else. They had lived in the park since they were infants and it was the only permanent home that had known.

Despite all the problems they have had to endure over the last few years since the flood, they are aware that things could have been worse. So many people had lost their lives or family members in other areas of the state where flooding had occurred. No one in the park lost anyone they loved. Even though it was a traumatic and heart-wrenching thing to go through; neither she not or children have experienced any long-term mental problems because of it. Neither has the family dog Gretchen. Although Debbie was recovering from back surgery, none of them sustained any serious injuries. She believes that someone was watching over them all on that terrible night.

What a Guy

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What a Guy

by Wendy Mills

English 50
Shannen Towbert stepped out of the shower and dried herself off with a towel. She slipped into her bathrobe and wrapped her thick, wavy black hair up in another towel, turban style. She gathered up her clothes off the floor and headed out into the hallway. She almost collided with her twin brother Shane as he headed toward the bathroom. Shannen couldn’t help giggling at her brother’s comical appearance. His dark hair flared out around his head in a kinky mass, his eyes were red from lack of sleep and he wore a pair of wrinkled pajama bottoms and nothing else. She wondered what the girls at school would think of Shane if they only knew how funny he looked in the mornings.

Both of them had inherited their dark hair, healthy tanned complexions and high cheekbones from their mother’s Cherokee ancestors. From their father they had inherited his dark blue eyes and curly hair. Shannen’s hair lay in wavy, but Shane’s was extremely curly. He kept the unruly mass tamed down with an assortment of hair products. But in the mornings when Shannen got the bathroom before him, she couldn’t help but laugh at the way Shane looked. She often received a scowl from her brother on those mornings, and this morning wasn’t any different.

“Very funny,” he said, slightly annoyed with her. “There are people in this house besides you, Shannen, that like to take showers in the morning. Did you save any hot water for me?”

“Maybe an inch or two.” She said sweetly as she stepped into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She walked over to the white wicker hamper in the corner and placed her dirty clothes inside. Next, she went over to her walk-in closet and opened the burgundy saloon style doors and went inside. She reached up with one hand to yank on the crystal ball that hung from the ceiling on a silver chain and light flooded the closet. She moved from row to row, searching for an outfit to wear to school. Finally, she made her selection and left the closet, turning the light off, and closing the doors behind her.

She slipped the white denim halter dress over her shoulders and pulled the material down until the dress hung the way it should over her slim body. She laced up white sandals and then went over to her white vanity table and sat down. Applying makeup only took her a couple of minutes as she only used eyeliner, eye shadow, blush, and lipstick. Next, she set to work on styling her hair and finally arranged the mass of hair into a tight ponytail.

By the time her mother called up the stairs for her and Shane to come to breakfast, she was ready to go. She grabbed her books and purse off her desk and hurried out of her room. She met Shane at the head of the stairs and they descended the short flight together. As they stepped down onto the hardwood floor of the foyer, Shane suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her back up a couple of stairs.

“Shane,what’s wrong with you? Have you suddenly lost your mind?” Shannen cried out and jerked her arm out of his grasp.
“There’s nothing wrong with me, but there’s going to be something really wrong with you, if Dad sees that hickey on your neck!” Shane whispered angrily.

“What are you talking about? I don’t have a hickey on my neck!”Shannen told him.

“There is one the size of a nickel on your neck, behind your right ear! If you don’t believe me, go look for yourself!” Shane suggested angrily to her.

“Fine, I will.” Shannen told him and went back upstairs to her room.

Shane followed her and watched as she went to stand in front of the three way mirror in the corner. She turned her head from side to side as she looked for the mark Shane had seen. Sure enough, she found the telltale mark on the back of her neck behind her right ear. Her mouth dropped open in surprise as she turned to face Shane.

“I swear Shane, I didn’t know it was there. You should know I would never willingly let anyone mark me like this. I can’t believe that Patrick didn’t tell me it was there. He knows how much trouble I would get into if Dad saw it. I’m dreading the day that he finds out I’ve been seeing Patrick exclusively for the last couple of months. You aren’t going to tell him, are you?”

Shane could tell how surprised and upset his sister was over the whole thing. He didn’t like the thought of her going out with a guy who showed so little respect for her and her feelings. He wasn’t going to tell their father though. Shannen had backed him up a couple of times and he wasn’t about to let her down. If things got worse though, he could always have a talk with Patrick Derrecks himself.

“I won’t tell Shannen. You better hope you see Patrick before I do. I don’t like the fact that he thinks he can treat you like you’re a piece of property or trophy. Why don’t you find a way to cover that up and I’ll go tell the parental units that you left something in your room and had to run back upstairs to get it.” Shane said and headed downstairs.

“Thanks Shane.”

Shannen called after him and tried to think of a way to hide the hickey from her parents. She finally settled the problem by letting her hair down and pulling the sides away from her face with clips. Then she rushed downstairs and into the kitchen. She took her place at the table as her dad gave her a stern look, before closing his eyes and asking the blessing on the food.

When Shane and Shannen arrived at Downey High School, thety searched for an empty parking space to park in the student parking lot. ‘There’s one Shane.” Shannen said and pointed it out to her brother.

Shane maneuvered the black Mustang convertible they had received for their seventeenth birthday three weeks earlier and got out. As they headed across the parking lot toward the quad, they heard a familiar male voice call out Shannen’s name. Both turned to see a tall, blond boy in a white tank top and black jeans walking toward them. Shannen felt Shane stiffen with barely controlled anger, and placed a hand on his arm.

“Let me handle this Shane. I’ll catch up to you in a few minutes.” She said quietly.

“I’ll wait for you by our locker.” Shane cast an angry look in Patrick’s direction before walking away.

Patrick Derrecks noticed the quiet exchange between Shannen and her brother and wondered why Shane had given him a dirty look. He knew something was really wrong when he tried to hug Shannen and she pulled away from him.

“Shannen what’s going on? Why are you acting so funny?”

“What do you think about me Patrick? Am I your girlfriend or your piece of property?” Shannen asked him.

“What kind of a question is that?” Patrick asked her, puzzled by her attitude. “Your my girlfriend.”

“Then how do you explain your reason for putting a hickey on my neck! I’m not one of those girls who are going to allow themselves to be treated badly by their boyfriends. I will never be anyone’s piece of property Patrick!” Shannen told him angrily.

Patrick was taken about by her anger. He had never thought she would ever get this upset over such a little thing as a hickey. Guys gave their girls hickeys all the time and none of those girls ever complained. “I don’t see what the big deal is Shannen. So I gave you a hickey? Everyone does it. Why are you so upset?”

“Because it is a big deal to me! You know how strict my Dad is. If he had seen this hickey on my neck, I would have been grounded for weeks. On top of that he would have made me break up with you. I’m starting to think that might not be a bad idea. Obviously you don’t respect me or my feelings.” Shannen stormed away before he could say another word.

“Shannen wait,” Patrick called after her.

Shannen ignored him and kept walking. Tears of anger and hurt filled her eyes as she thought of how nonchalant he had acted about the whole thing. Respect was high up there on the mental list she kept on what she wanted in a relationship. Next to trust and honesty, respect to her was a major ingredient for being happy in a lasting one.

Besides, a lot of the girls she knew who sported hickeys around school, were also sexually active. She didn’t want anyone spreading rumors around about her and Patrick having sex. She wasn’t planning on being intimate with anyone until she got married. She loved Patrick, but she would not do so at the cost of her self-respect.

“Are you okay?” Shannen looked up to see Shane standing near the entrance to the school.

He hadn’t felt right with leaving her and had waited a short distance away from her and Patrick. He had heard only the last part of the conversation because of the raised voices.

Shannen nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. She was grateful to Shane for letting her handle things her own way, and appreciated the fact that he always seemed to know when she needed him. Sometimes he could be too much a big brother when she didn’t want him to be, and that often led to bickering between them. Words weren’t necessary as Shane hugged her and then led her into the school.

It wasn’t until lunchtime that she saw Patrick again. She had done her best to put their argument aside so that she could focus on her morning classes. When she saw him waiting for her at their regular table in the cafeteria, she hesitated. She wanted to go over and makeup with him, but decided against it. If anyone was going to apologize, it was going to be Patrick. She took her tray of food outside to eat it.

The warm California sun beat down on her bare shoulders as she carried her tray across the freshly mowed grass to the picnic tables and sat down. She said a quiet blessing over her food and had just started eating when she sensed someone behind her.

Without asking if he could join her, Patrick set his tray down on the table and sat down beside her. He had seen her hesitate in the cafeteria and realized how hurt and upset she really was with him, when she turned around and walked out. He had never intended to hurt her and realized that he should have told her about the hickey when he had done it. He hasn’t really meant to do that either. He was just playing around when he nipped her neck on their last date.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

Shannen nodded. He struggled to find a way to tell her how he felt without hurting her anymore than she already was. Silently he hoped that she would open the conversation, but she didn’t. Shannen sat quietly beside him, staring down at her food. Reaching out with one hand, he gently grasped her chin, and lifted her face so that she met his chocolate brown eyes with hers.

“I’m sorry Shannen. It was wrong for me to give you the hickey without asking you first. In fact, I really didn’t mean it to happen either. I just get carried away sometimes when I am with you. I was just playing around when I bit your neck on our last date, but I never expected for it to leave a hickey.”he told her softly.

“Yes it was.” she said quietly.

“What is so wrong with everyone knowing that you are mine?” Patrick asked.

“I’m not a possession you can own Patrick. I’m a human being with thoughts and feelings of my own. There are other, better ways of letting people know that I’m your girl. Holding hands, wrapping your arm around my shoulder, or giving me a ring or pin of yours to wear. Not marking me up like I’m some piece of property. I will NEVER be a beck and call girl. If you are wanting someone like that, then I suggest you go find someone else.” Shannen said heatedly and pulled her chin free of his grasp.

“I don’t want a ‘beck and call girl’, I want you, Shannen.” Patrick whispered, before gently kissing her.

“Do you think kissing me is going to make everything alright between us? If you do you are sadly mistaken.” Shannen said.

“I don’t think that way at all. I just want us to be okay. I love you, Shannen. I’ve never felt this way before, and I’m not sure how to act. ” Patrick told her.

“I’ve never been in love before either.” Shannen confessed.

“I promise I will try harder to not be like other guys.” Patrick swore.

“Seal that promise with a kiss?” Shannen smiled at him.

“As you wish.” Patrick felt relief flood through him at her words. He was willing to do anything it took to keep Shannen in his life.

As Patrick’s lips met hers, Shannen felt the last vestiges of her hurt and anger fade away. She had made Patrick understand how his actions hurt her, and his apology meant the world to her. She didn’t know if he was the one she was destined to spend her life with, but their relationship definitely had possibilities.

Radio Programming

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Radio Programming
Wendy Mills
RA-TV 150
February 13, 2001

The first radio program that I listened to was All Things Considered on channel KUOP 91.3. This program is formatted to air hot topics that are going on in the world around us. It doesn’t limit itself to what is aired or by whom. It allows important topics like the bombing in Iraq, the Inauguration fiasco, and President Bush’s view on the abortion issue. It opens up discussions and allows common people to openly state their opinions on the topic being discussed at that time.

Next I went onto the http://www.npr.org site and did some exploring of programs that were put out in other countries and found one I liked called The American Forces Network Europe. It is a program that mixes stateside radio and television entertainment with programming produced in Europe. AFNE breaks with tradition in its programming so that it can bring to people in the armed forces up to date on events that are happening all over the world, while still keeping them informed on what’s going on where they stationed.

Lastly the program I listened to was Classical Music on KUOP 91.3. This program is formatted to give listeners and hour of easy listening enjoyment of music that was arranged, conducted and played by some of the great classical composers: Bach, Beethoven and Chopin.

I think that public radio is more informative than commercial. It tells people about what is going on in their country, as well as what’s going on in other countries. Hot topics of interest are brought to the attention of the listeners and hosts encourage them to air their opinions on said issues. It also airs culturally organized programs filled with music, poetry and commentary that commercial radio doesn’t air.

Commercial radio is formatted to sell music, products that are endorsed by celebrities or to relate the newest gossip on celebrities. Local news is aired in brief segments to prevent listeners from changing the station or turning off the radio. Music is selected not for its positive enrichment value, but what is most popular or has a higher commercial value to it.

I believe allowing corporations to take over a large amount of smaller stations is wrong, in that it will limit people’s right to be informed of what’s going on in the worlds around them. Too many of the other forms of media have been taken over by such corporations and ten to be one sided int heir coverage of important issues.

Public radio is one of the only unbiased forms of media that still allows people to voice their opinions on important issues without fear of being ridiculed or made to feel inferior by what they feel. To allow public radio to fade away would be a great injustice to all who credited it for keeping them informed on world events.

Censorship

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Censorship
By Wendy Mills
February 6, 2001
Ra-TV 150 class

In the world of music, the censorship effort repeats itself virtually every generation. Until recently the efforts to censor music have been concentrated more on the state level. However, for the first time in a decade, disturbing efforts to censor music have appeared on the federal level. In the wake of numerous school shootings, the whole country is looking for solutions to the youth violence problem. Banning certain kinds of music is not the answer.

Fears concerning youth violence are well founded, but witch-hunts are not. Henry Jenkins, director of the Comparative Media Studies Program at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, at a a December 1999 discussion of media violence at the Freedom Forum World Center said, “In the wake of Littleton, we’ve lived through a period of moral panic.” He added, “Moral panics are a bad basis for public policy.” He went on to say that the way to solve the problem is through 1) Education, 2) Parental control, and 3) Realizing that in solving the problem “one does not fit all.”

The Recording Industry Association of America has established a website called http://www.riaa.com that explains and defends the rights of recording artists. RIAA President and CEO Hilary Rosen has testified on Capitol Hill and met dozens of times with Congressional leaders on behalf of recording artists. In addressing creative responsibility during a Senate hearing, Rosen firmly defended the rights of artists to express themselves and added historical perspective to the debate. “Music has been, and always will be, a way for one generation to distinguish itself from another with young people giving each generation of music new life and new energy. Times change and the music changes but then, as now, the music reflects the times.”

RIAA is currently working with state legislatures in all 50 states to ensure that the rights of artists are preserved for the enjoyment of everyone. At the state level RIAA, works to educate policy makers on the music industry’s efforts to help parents understand the music that their children are listening to and on the Federal level they are battling the House and Senate against restrictive initiatives.