Analysis Of ' Town I Grew Up '

Curious, I looked up at the building and suddenly my heart stopped. My muscles contracted and my nerves sent a violent quake through my body. I didn’t notice the dropped cigarette that was burning a hole in my pants. Finally, the pain bit me. I grabbed the cigarette, throwing it out the window while almost swerving off the road. After regaining control, I closed my eyes and reopened them to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating; I wasn‘t. Ten police cars sat in front of the school, all in a perfect line with their drivers standing close-by. I contemplated driving off but it was too late. We had already been spotted.

Growing up in a small town can lead to one having a very narrow-minded attitude. In a place where almost everyone is the same skin-color, has the same socioeconomic status, and follows the same way of thinking, anyone who fails to conform to the standard can be viewed as an outcast, subject to judgment from those who are looking in. I was someone who fell into this trap. I looked down upon people who were different from me, people who had vastly different ideas, dressed differently, or never tried to perform well in school. I failed to understand or welcome the distinctions between people, and never tried to get to know those who were so different from me.

I like to think of myself as a person who can appreciate and understand everyone's opinions. Although I might not agree with them, I feel as if everyone's beliefs and thoughts deserve to have equal initial respect. This leads me to where I was first introduced to discrimination and racism, the exact opposite concepts I now try to surround myself with. I have lived in Cross Roads, Pennsylvania for the entirety of my young life and if there is anything obvious about my community, it is that we are not very advanced in the diversity department. My hometown is predominantly white, which brings on a whole new set of problems concerning discrimination and racism, especially when a family of a different race moves to our community. Now don't get me wrong, my family, my friends, my neighbors, are not bad people. Most of them are great people but a few have just been brought up with idealisms that I myself find racist in nature. As an example, someone I spend a lot of time with because of family relations is in many ways ignorant to people different than them. They, like me, grew up in a

I thought New York City was bad when it came to racism until I moved to Cleveland Ohio. One day I was walking to my job in down town Cleveland when 5 hill billies across the street were kicking garbage cans and when they saw me they were like hey look at that spic and I just stare right at them waiting because I thought they were going to head my way but I thank god that they kept going another way. Another time I was walking on the Eastside of Cleveland and two kids saw me and they were pointing at me saying hey look that’s a spic. I looked at them and I was shocked how can 2 little kids the ages of about 11 and 12 talk with such racist

David McCullough argues that people have more time to read then they are willing to admit, gathering information is not a form of learning, and that reading happens to be the best means of learning. He references a story of Theodore Roosevelts’ adventure through the Dakota Territory in the middle of winter. In this story Roosevelt is following a couple of thieves, down the Mississippi river, because they stole his prize winning rowboat. After catching up to the thieves and capturing them, with the help of his trusty Winchester, he dragged them cross-country, with a borrowed wagon, to justice. Then traveling forty miles on foot across the snow covered badlands to railhead Dickinson. An astonishing feat, made memorable by Roosevelt reading all of Anna Karenina through this journey. McCullough thinks of this when people claim they have no time to read.

First of all, keep in mind that there are too many racism encounters to fully understand them all. Therefore, I may not completely understand the stories I hear. Maybe from lack of analysis, or even the way that it was presented to me. Growing up in a small Wyoming town there are not very many things that happen around here. Don’t get me wrong, there are some, but not near

I was on my way to pick up a pizza I just ordered, and I was driving my roommate car. It was a black 2007 Cadillac CTS. So as I’m driving down the street I notice that they are a lot of police cars and I’m telling a friend of mine that was riding with me something isn’t right. I get to the last block on the street and I spotted another cop car and he flashes his lights and gets right behind me. Right before I know it about 10 plus police cars pull up flashing bright lights and blocking the entire street off. My teammate that was riding with we was so scared I had to calm him down. They had us sitting in the car for about 20 minutes and also have red beams all over the car, so now I’m getting a little nervous then finally they speak and give me all these direction to get out the car and when I finally turned around it was so many guns in face. I instantly get mad and filled with anger. They told me turn around and walk backwards then someone cuffed me and put me in the car. They did the same to my teammate. The cops were so scared it freaked me out. Then they rushed the car with their guns pointed at each angle of it thinking whoever they were looking for was in there. Once they realized we were good they asked us questions and let us know that they were looking for two black males in a black Cadillac. The two guys they were looking for had shot somebody. What’s crazy is, none of

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With this, Wright opens the conversation to a talking about a different problem: privilege. Wright wrote of many she encounters as having characteristics that are usually classified as non-advantageous. In addition to people being born into young and sometimes families experiencing incarceration, she also talks about Louisiana as a whole as being a “dying town”. This is, fittingly, seen in “Dear Dying Town,” where Wright says, ‘The food is cheap; the squirrels are black; the box factories have all moved offshore; the light reproaches us, and our coffee is watered down, but we have an offer from the Feds to make nerve gas; the tribe is lobbying hard for another casino; the bids are out to attract a nuclear dump; and there’s talk of a supermax” (p. 27). Here, Wright is describing many ways in which a town in Louisiana is trying to stay on their feet; whether it is trying to make more chemicals and, therefore, become more cancerous or build a casino where people could form a gambling habit. All of this is also on top of the talk of another supermax prison. Wright is telling the reader that there is a problem with the industries in Louisiana leaving the state and the only things surfacing to replace them could only cause more problems. The state is full of economically oppressed people and that problem could only get worse with the new things trying to infiltrate the state. Economic disadvantages are not the only thing that stands out to Wright as she pens her poems. Also in “Just Another Day,” Wright included the passage, “When I said I lived in New England he asked if I ever saw Princess Diana” (p. 58). Wright incorporated this to also show the lack of education the inmates had. When this poetry collection was published, Princess Diana had been dead for a number of years and the state of New England in America was certainly not where she lived when she was alive. Wright also wants the reader to see how out of touch inmates are with the outside world. She also touches on this in “If I were you” when she says, “Screw up today and it’s solitary, Sister Woman, the padded dress with the food log to gnaw upon” and then in “If you were me,” she says “If you wanted blueberries you could have a big bowl...Walk

Most people stopped smiling. Screams were heard. Dancing stopped. Why were people screaming? All I heard was the beat of the music. People began running towards the front door, into the bathroom, behind the bar. Anywhere they could hide. I stood on my tiptoes to see the commotion, A guy was holding a gun, shooting us. Bodies dropped rapidly. My heart sunk. Where was Travis? Kendra? I couldn’t find my best friends. Still on my tiptoes, I looked around. I saw Kendra. Then a crowd of people engulfed her and I could no longer see her. I hoped that my friends would be okay before I rushed into the bathroom. A small pile of people cowered together upon hearing the bathroom door swing open. They thought I was him. Once seeing I held no weapon, they yanked my t-shirt sleeve and pulled me into the pile of crying, shaking, scared friends. I pulled out my phone, clicking it on then opening the thread of messages between my mom and I. Quickly, I typed a brief explanation of what was happening and where I was. I sent an ‘I love you both’ before shoving my phone back in my pocket. I gripped a stranger’s hand tightly, tears rushing down my face like a waterfall. A sob choked in my throat, causing my breath to hitch, letting out a hiccup. A stranger hugged me closer. The shouts wouldn’t leave my head. I heard them all over, I heard the shrieks, the calls for help. Why is this happening? was all I could think. I squeezed my eyes shut, throwing my hands over my ears,

I took a deep breath as I pushed open the wide glass doors. As soon as I walked in all I saw were officers running back and forth, papers flying everywhere, and the smell of pure coffee hit me like a smack on the face.It was too much and it seem pretty busy so i made my way back to the front door,but as soon as I was going to walk out of the police department a middle aged man with curly hair stopped

Racism exists everywhere, even in the land of “liberty”, the United States of America. There is racism against not only blacks, but also whites, Asians and people other ethnicities. I believe everyone discriminates towards others at one point in their life, including myself, but some of us can learn from it and realize it is wrong. In kindergarten, I remembered an experience that have affected me. One day during recess, I was playing with a group friends and then I was called in for pushing a girl into some mud, which I had not done.

Over the past 2018 spring semester in Mr. Hendrix 11th grade class. My peers and I have read, watched, talked, and listened to the lessons he has put before us, Weather we realized it or not, we have absorbed many new thing and cemented old lesson in our minds. I will be reflecting over three questions about this semester in this specific class.

What is the most important concept that you learned in this class? Write this for a reader who is unfamiliar with the concept.

Allow me to begin this paper with a quick story. Going into this semester, I knew absolutely nothing about philosophy, and I thought that with this class being a Gen Ed, that it was going to be a cakewalk on my way to just getting it out of the way. I quickly learned how wrong that my mind frame going into the class, as it was quickly finding itself digging me a deep hole to crawl into, grade wise. I never realized how deep the roots of philosophy ran, from government to art. This class has opened my eyes to the world around with more depth than I thought was possible. From Plato’s dualism to Nietzsche’ tragic optimism; there are just so many different facets to the realm of philosophy that I have just started to learn about. All in all, Its been successful semester and taking this course has helped open my eyes to the larger world around me, as well as help me decide where I stand on my own philosophy. But before I get into that, allow me to describe to you a few of the things I learned in this class, as well as where I stand on a few of the hotter topics in the world of philosophy.