Assimilation, One with the Machine.

“Beneath the gore and smoke and loam, this book is about the evanescence of life, and why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow. In the end it is a story of the ineluctable conflict between good and evil, daylight and darkness, the White City and the Black.” (xi) This shows the contrast between the White City and the Black City. One, perfect, beautiful, magical, the other dark, filthy, evil. The two work together yet against each other in the battle to win over the hearts of the people who visit, and those who decide to stay

The Assimilation policy (1961) has impacted on Indigenous Australians within their physical and mental state and identity present in today’s society. Australia is commonly considered to be free and fair in their culturally diverse societies, but when the Indigenous population is closer looked into, it is clear that from a social and economical view their health needs are disadvantaged compared to non-Indigenous equals. In relation to this, the present Indigenous health is being impacted by disadvantages of education, employment, income and health status. Even urban Indigenous residents are being affected just as much as those residing in remote and rural areas of Australia.

The organizations that would take over other beings and cause them to lose their identity to become a slave to the larger organization. However, Assimilation often associated with a negative connotation with the loss of one’s identity or historical culture as part of an integration process with a new, larger cultural identity. This negative connotation therefore raises racial and cultural identity concerns at the mere mention of the term, which results in a loss of the positive connotations of assimilation and loss of the perspective that assimilation does not require the loss of individual identity. The people involved still retain their individual identities, hopes, dreams, interests, loves, and goals, but they also can function more successfully

Many researchers have studied the immigrant assimilation in the recent years. America’s ethnic groups have been expected to come together as one and into the mainstream of american society for decades. Immigrant assimilation is a complex process in which immigrants should not only fully integrate themselves to a new country but also lose aspects perhaps all their heritage too if necessary. Social scientists rely on a primary benchmark to assess immigrant assimilation which is socioeconomic status. A melting pot can be described as a metaphor which indicates a society where many different types of people blend in as one.

Assimilation is the manner in which people of a cultural group start to lose their individuality that makes them different from the more dominant culture, as they seek to fit in. America has been a melting pot of different cultures for centuries, whether it was by choice, forced or for a better life. History has proven that assimilation in America was not acceptable but that has changed over time.

One of the most difficult issues that arises when two cultures collide is how to address the concept of assimilation. One of the questions that has been asked throughout our nation’s history is whether or not the Native Americans would do well to assimilate into the “American mainstream." Quite frankly, I don’t think we, as non-Native Americans, have the right to propose an answer to this question. The Native Americans themselves are only ones who should be able to decide the future of their people’s tradition and culture. They are human beings with the capacity to think logically and make their own decisions. At this point, our role as a nation is to be supportive of them, whether they choose to assimilate or not. It is our responsibility

Assimilation is necessary to survive in any culture. This is because there are certain attributes that are embraced (which help to improve communication and understanding). Those individuals who are able to accept them will transform the way that they can interact with everyone. This is the key for having increased opportunities.

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The lights of the town were veiled in darkness, a mere inverted shadow amidst the gloom of the night. Distant thunderings, as those brought to mind with Dies Irae or the distant chattering of a great blaze could be heard, drawing nigh upon the trembling hands of the people frantically seeking a shade for the lights that would soon propagate should their brilliance stretch to the skies, but found difficulty locating even their hands at arm’s length, due to the cloud over the town, in the streets, as real and thick as the blanket of golden and crimson extending toward the town at a propeller’s rate, silencing the natural beauty of the countryside amid the sounds of death and destruction.

Daklugie, an American Indian who attended the Carlisle Indian Industrial School later recalled, “we’d lost our hair and we’d lost our clothes; with the two we’d lost our identity as Indians.” The purpose of assimilation was to “kill the Indian and save the man,” in order to transform Native American culture to European-American culture. This was particularly prominent in places such as Indian boarding schools, where Native Americans were stripped of their cultural identities, and forced to adopt white American culture instead. As “friends of the Indians,” Americans wanted to assist Native Americans by ending their savage ways and assimilating them into white society.

It looked like the sun had given up on trying to break through the iron curtain of clouds that it decided to lounge behind them. As we nervously walked towards the battle of our lives, the castle silhouetted behind us like someone faintly saying goodbye. The narrow barren streets were scattered with muculent mud and broken decomposed parts of the castle lay beside it reminding us that danger was slowly approaching. The street was a skeleton, stripped of its flesh. All that remains was the broken parts of the concrete structure. Quiet and derelict. The street was a river of the rusted burnt charcoal like concrete parts of the castle. Perhaps years back this street was immersed in pools of yellow light from the assaulted street lamps. Walking past the street lamps made the scent of burnt smoke go inside me like a barren soul. The street lamps were concealing us and we were inferior to the street lamps. The street lamps were covering us with darkness reminding us of the danger ahead of

When we left from the Old World, I was sad. I knew where we were going would not have the amenity of wealth or of even simple things like candles. When we got up river the men, 6 of them, declared the land Darton Valley. Called so because as far as the eye could see was two mountains sitting on a throne of flat and seemingly fertile black soil.

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

I stared after the crudely cut, yet fitted stones that made the sandy amber walls that surrounded me, hoping in a naive way they could toy with my drowsy mind, leading it to an uneventful sleep. I soon realized that these dreams were exactly dreams, not the harrowing reality I faced in this culture that admired brutality and tyranny to the concept of basic humanity. I feel as if I have stepped from my trialing Thebes, into a trap set for my deliberately sly mind to reach its unknown end. This place has been my dream, a place so unlike Thebes in its set number of citizens, and ever growing amount of forced Helots. With so many wars and controls being fought, I could slip in, unnoticed, and gather the riches I deemed alluring, and eventually the piteous Helot I picked to bestow my crime upon would fall into a trap, society -and myself- weaved for them. This truly was a heaven, except for the rancid customs and morality of this hells people.

Yet were being held down, giving a silent rhapsody of joy and grieving. Along the way fallen timber accompanied thickets of weeds. A lazy mist hazed my vision, making the horizon seem like one from a story book. The area was imperturbable, as if it was keeping a secret hidden deep within itself.