The final draft of this definition of William Wallace. Please feel free to edit it as my writing mechanics, such as commas in the wrong place, have always been a reoccuring deficiency of mine!

To many the above pictures just seem like paintings and engravings of a person long since dead. To a select few though, namely the Scottish, looking at these pictures is like an African American gazing upon the likeness of Dr. Martin Luther King. This was a man that stood up against the Scottish oppression and atrocities committed by the English. Before the movie Braveheart ever came out my grandmother, a Scottish immigrant, would tell me stories about the great William Wallace that fought against the tyrannical English that suppressed and committed great atrocities against my ancestors. To some these pictures mean absolutely nothing, but to the Scottish and persons of Scottish descent these images have the ability send chills up our spines.

When the movie Braveheart came out I went to watch it with my grandmother in the movie theatres. I was probably the first time since the days of black and white films that my grandmother had gone to a movie theatre. It was definitely a sight to behold. All the stories my grandmother had heard from birth were unfolding before her. Stories passed down from my great grandmother and her mother and her mother and her mother, all the way back to Wallace's execution. As I looked around the movie theatres I thought I could read the others minds around around me. "Great, a bunch of hairy men wearing skirts and fighting with shiny sticks." I don't think they could even imagine the impact this movie was having on my dear old grandmother and myself. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a blond haired man with a big, bushy beard as red as fire truck grinning as Wallace crashed through the English lines and laughed to myself, "I guess we are not the only Scotsmen in this theatre".