A Myriad of Colours

For all of its existence, the United State of America has suffered with its representation of minorities in media. From minstrel shows to The Birth of a Nation, diversity in media has been almost non-existent until the latter half of the twentieth century. Although there have been some bright spots like There Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston and the works of Langston Hughes, most media have been almost exclusively from a white, oftentimes male, viewpoint. According to a 2016 diversity report done by the Ralph J. Bunche Center for African American Studies at UCLA, minorities are underrepresented 3 to 1 among film leads, 5 to 1 in film writers, and 3 to 1 among film directors. This surprising, as the same reports states that America’s increasingly diverse audiences prefer diverse casts and films, pointing to the fact that diverse films had higher median global box office receipts.

In the consuming darkness her body began to float upwards. Her mouth was open, letting in small discreet amounts of air, trying to buy as much time as she could before she ran out. Her fragile body was suspended in an awkward posture with her torso jutted forward and her limbs moving like a clockwork doll. Amongst the relentless whipping of the undulating waves she could hear her sister’s scream. She felt herself rise upwards as she continued to flail. She had to survive. She had to somehow reach the surface of the water and survive. She didn’t want to die. Not now. She was running out of air, no longer able to fight the urge to breathe. She looked up to see the sunlight, but she saw none. Then it dawned on her. She wouldn’t make it. She let

After walking into the sea, she begins to swim. There are several instances where we are told that she grows progressively more tired. Since she has thought so much about this swim, she should have known to turn back at the first sign of exhaustion. But she doesn’t. She continues on to her ultimate death, apparently understanding and willing.

My serenity swam away with the drifting jellyfish that left nothing but pain. How could this happen to me in the most harmonious place in the world? I had spent countless hours jumping and swimming in the water with the sand encompassing my toes. Never did a thought of worry flip through my mind. Now I never wanted let my toes indulge in the warmth of the sand or let my piecey hair fall across my tanned back.

Patria admits that when her fears were before her, she didn’t fully face them, she chose not to see the “light” of terrors all around her. Gradually, she develops her courage after a talk with Padre de Jesús and more prayer. She thinks, “I got braver like a crab going sideways. I inched towards courage the best way I could, helping out with the little things.” (Alvarez, 342) Patria uses this piece of figurative language to embody her slow development of bravery.

thrown back into the water. As she continues to think, her thoughts begin to grow, and to

Some children have difficulties accepting their race. In “The Color of Water” written by James McBride covers the story of a biracial man that is trying to find out more about his white mother. Throughout the book James McBride discusses how racism and acceptance from people can be difficult. In the text “The Color of Water”, racial tensions has had an effect on James mother Ruth’s along with James and other individuals who have dealt with being biracial while looking to being accepted in their environment. The book uncovers how the main character Ruth, dealt with her negative memories of her past experience and how she was able to become a strong individual. In addition, in a Time magazine article “Intermarried..with Children,” by Jill

Peter would dive through the air, and catch Michael just before he could strike the sea, and it was lovely the way he did it; but he always waited till the last moment, and you felt it was his cleverness that interested him and not the saving of human life.”(pg.46).

When I came ashore, they gathered all about me, I sitting alone in the midst: I observed they asked one another Questions, and laughed, and rejoyced over their Gains and Victories. Then my heart began to faile: and I fell a weeping; which was the first time to my remembrance, that I wept before them. Although I had met with so much Affliction, and my heart was many times ready to break, yet could I not shed one tear in their sight; but rather had been all this while in a maze, and like one astonished; but now I may

Have you ever wondered why the fourteen inch reptile, know as the chameleon can camouflage? If so, I'm here to tell you the Legend of Giroud. To begin, the chameleons are the original conquerors of the North America. They lived in peace in a calm environment, but then, things twisted in another direction. Their prey started to adapt to the chameleons strategies, and left the chameleons in a sticky situation. So the chameleons could no longer catch their prey to survive. Weakened by the food shortage, the chameleons became ill, weak, and started to die off. It started to decrease their population. A brave chameleon decided to help his fellow chameleons, to persevere this challenge. A chameleon in the name of Giroud stepped up to the plate. Let's jump in into Giroud's brave and heroic action,

In the early light of the conquest, her mind was racing. Knowing that she could swim in thirty-three degree water as a test made her more anxious and “afraid” (Cox 130). Cox could not retrogress and go back home, she had to encounter the face-numbing water and defeat the treacherous mile. She fought against the problems she may face and readied herself for the awesome outcome that would be after the pain. There is always a rainbow after rain right? Once she got ready and hopped in her mind went from zero to one hundred real quick. The signals inside Cox’s brain were sending off shocks telling her that there was not enough air entering the lungs and nothing could be done to calm it. In the predicament she was in it is normal to think it out but when your body feels “like I had a corset tightening around my chest” it is hard to chill out (Cox 133). Her mind was firing signals telling her to jump out but she was determined to finish what she had came so far to do. Cox’s mind was nostalgic most of the swim, but once she made the body and the mind come together and work as one she made the mile plus

So do we have a deal.” I was going to say yes then I figured out that if he was smart enough to escape a god I had to do more. “Yes, we do have a deal. But he seems smart so I’ll need a pair of legs and to go away from here. He will think that I am a drowning girl and will save me.”I said I swum to the surface took a breath of fresh air and begun to swim while humming old sailors songs then I saw his ship my lucky day I haven't even swum a whole day I thought I used the spell that Poseidon gave me for legs. when the ship was close to an island I began to scream "Help! I can't swim. please help me" one man dive in and swum up to me and took me to the boat I asked around and found Oddysious asked him to take me to my home island that was near the island of the sirens. He said no becous it was to risky.so I began to sing to them they fell under my spell instantly i sang the words “the island of the sirens is where we must go, crash into the rocks splattering blood and bone, so have your fun when you may but keep in mind you’ll die today, your body you will leave behind it’ll be eaten by the time of midnight-” I heard a loud crash the boat began to sink as I dived into the ocean and became a siren most of the crew began to drown I felt sort of guilty for sinking such a brilliant man but it wasn't my choice bt then I noticed there was a man who was swimming I got close enough to see who they are without them seeing me it was

F. Scott Fitzgerald’s masterpiece, The Great Gatsby, follows the story of Jay Gatsby, a man who personifies the American Dream. The narrator of the novel is Gatsby 's neighbor, Nick Carraway, who is connected with all the main characters and has the ability to see the good in Gatsby. Through the focus of Nick, a man with a fairly nondescript background, a story of corruption, illusion and desperate desire unfolds. The story takes place in the roaring twenties, a time that emphasizes the dichotomy of society, with the previously rich and the newly rich living a life of jubilance, while those in the valley of ashes—or other areas of the like—slave away their

Although she was just attempting to swim alone, she saw this experience as a great failure because the fear or “encounter with death” prevented her from moving forward with the goal that she set for herself. The frustration that stemmed from this experience carried to that night where she asserted herself to her husband by defying his wishes. Her assertion was her first experience of freedom from oppression.

I headed out to the water after setting up my towel. The shock of the frigid water took my breath away and I was momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recovered; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. I waded a few feet into it before leaning forward and swimming out. I didn't dare to go too far though, instead turning to swim parallel to the shore. I was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I looked into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. Just when I was starting to get tired and wanted to go back to the shore, I saw something.