As I finally reached Main Square I was already out of breath, but what breath remained was snatched from my lungs by the scene that unfolded before me. A heaving mass of bodies amassed in the square. Deafening chants permeated the air mixing with the acrid scent of flares that some of the young crowd were lighting. One young man stood upon a makeshift stage with a megaphone blaring to the audience -
“...because the government thinks that they have a right to ACQUIRE people’s land, but this is not just land that they are taking, it is their livelihoods, their homes, their community. The government is meant to SERVE the people, not steal from them!” A cry erupted from the onlookers.
Encircling the crowd were rows of riot police covered
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My rooster crowed outside to announce the breaking dawn. My late husband Reginald hated that rooster and would curse him every morning. Reginald named him ‘Alarm Cock’, which he thought was quite clever. Each morning he would say, “Mabel can you turn off that bloody Alarm Cock?” This always made me chuckle. It has been seven years since I lost Reginald to a heart attack. Now I may lose this farm too. OUR farm. It is all I have left of my dear Reg. By golly I would not lose it without a fight!
My breakfast consisted of the usual piping hot scones with my homemade pomegranate jam and a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea. Then I put on my coat, wrapped my scarf snuggly around my neck, slipped on my gloves and grabbed my protest sign. I may be an old duck, but this old duck had some fight in her yet.
I fired up the old Dodge. After a few turns of the key she coughed and sputtered then RRROOOMMM - she rumbled to life. It was a two and a half hour drive to Houston where the march against the government’s ‘mandatory acquisition’ of property to build an oil pipeline was being held...but my eyesight isn’t what it used to be, so it took me over
Our land that is no longer ours. How can we provide for ourselves when it is illegal to hunt and fish on the land that once
Alisha Allen Mrs. Baker English 1 November 28, 2023 Survival essay The question is survival selfish is hard to answer when theres so much to consider. Almost all humans have a natural instinct for survival, most people are going to do what they can to make sure they come out of difficult times alive. So is survival really selfish? Some might say that it is selfish to survive, but it is really only selfish if a person does not think of others; it is not selfish when someone is thinking of the people at home, when instincts take over, and when more people can ultimately be helped. To start, people never know the outcomes of their actions until after it happens.
The fiesta of San Fermin had exploded at noon on Sunday, the sixth of July. People had been coming in all day from the country, but they were assimilated in the town and you did not notice them. San Fermin was a religious festival, people singing from cathedrals preparing for the festival. A rocket exploded announcing the fiesta’s commencement. It burst and a gray ball of smoke could be seen high up about the Theatre Gayarre, on the other side of the plaza. The ball of smoke hung in the sky like a shrapnel burst. Another rocket came up to it, trickling smoke in the bright
Imagine, smoke in the air. Cloudy and gray outside, with sounds of carts being carried across rocky gravel. The shouts of people talking about politics, economy, and most important, the revolution. You can hear people yelling and disagreeing with others opinions. You are standing in the middle of the rocky road looking around, watching people’s actions, watching slaves work hard, watching women carry babies and holding their children’s hands. Kids leather shoes, clapping against the road, with laughter coming from their mouths. Dogs barking, horses pulling away from their riders. Everything is so busy and loud. You can barely hear yourself think. Shouts come from a small house across the road.
Any sensible person would like to think that not just anyone can become a murderer. However, debates about how human nature and nurture influence people continue today as they did in the past. In the play Macbeth, Shakespeare plays with this idea using the influences and characterization of Macbeth. At the start of the play, Macbeth and Banquo win a battle for Scotland and Macbeth is rewarded with the title of Thane of Cawdor right after 3 witches predict that he will become the Thane of Cawdor and the new King. Macbeth is now convinced he has to be the king, his wife, Lady Macbeth helps him with his plan. Although he succeeded in becoming king, he really just started his own downfall where in order to stay in power, he has to betray many old friends. Macbeth is influenced by society and others. The desires inside him become overruling. In the end, the negative influences win. Although he has many influences in his life, in the end, Macbeth gives in the forces that end up destroying him.
It is hard to describe precisely the feeling of watching the streets you once travelled unravel and combust on a TV screen with every passing day. The country I had once felt no emotion towards is now a second home, and its problems are coming to light in a violent uproar. Shackled by a rigid police state, millions of protesters sacrifice their lives for a freedom they haven't felt in years, among them my own family members. Watching this, my chest billows with pride, and through all the coverage, the deaths, the tears, and the accomplishments, I learn the power of perseverance and courage in the most personal of ways.
Thanks for the note, I have been swamped today and just getting a change to respond. As usual, I will support you and your team any way that I can; it was just disheartening to hear at each location that I went to that you were telling people that I had put you and your team in a rat pee infested room. I would not put 'anyone' in that space in its current condition, much less an O6. The reason that is hurt so much, was I had put my other work aside and was out trying to arrange for it to be cleaned.
Cassie Côté ENG3U Ms.Arsenov Wednesday, April 25, 2018 Kingly Ambitions It is frequently stated that with great power comes with great responsibility; it is also understood that knowledge is power. In this, many people pursuit greater comprehension about the world in order to acquire power over others, and many in the past have misused their power for their own selfish desires. Although humans have a moral conscience, the possibility of gaining power is a strong temptation for many, and thus, numerous individuals decide to make corrupt choices to gain such power. In the famous Shakespearian play Macbeth, an ambitious warrior becomes fixated on the knowledge that he will become the King of Scotland, which directs him on a trail of murder, deceit,
On December 6th, 2008, Alexandros Grigoropoulos, 15, was with his friends in Exarchia, a neighborhood in downtown Athens known to be a place for anarchist groups. There was a large amount of agitation between police officers and teenagers. Before 9 p.m. that night, two policemen were in the neighborhood and went to talk to the group of teenagers, despite their base’s warning not to. A short time after 9 p.m., one of the policemen, Epaminodas Korkoneas, shoots Alexis in the heart. The youth’s reactions to this tragedy were massive, destructive riots all around the city (Alexis Grigoropoulos: What Happened on December 6th, 2008).
Planning for it was also very challenging, since we did not know what to expect. We thought it would be very calm, but really we had no clue. It was also very difficult to continue protesting when the atmosphere became chaotic. I no longer wished to be within the throng of people because, as much as I was aware that they did not actually care about the topic of protest, they were growing increasingly boisterous. In this way, it was demanding to continue protesting and ignore that the situation was causing me a large amount of stress. However, despite the unfavorable conditions, I did learn a lot because of this
Riots are often the center of discussion and, unfortunatly, also misunderstood. These two articles shed some light on this issue and share the same point of view.
I had seen it plenty of times before, but only in pictures and videos occasionally shown on tv or social media. It’s in an abundant amount of books and articles that we read in both academic and non-academic settings. It’s a part of my history, along with millions of others like me. Yet, I had a sudden wave of different emotions hit me when I got closer to the large crowd. At that moment I then realized that nothing could have prepared me for this moment. I grew anxious as my friends and I approached the roaring crowd of protestors, and at that moment I stood there astonished because I was finally apart of a movement that I had been yearning to be apart of for years. Upon further inspection of the hundreds of people standing around me I
Every morning I am awakened by the crow of a rooster and it’s not very long before my hard work begins. Spring has come and gone, replaced by summer, and a new season means that I must till my fields for a new set of crops. I head out with my scythe to clear the now lifeless remains of my last season’s crops. I spend most of the morning with my hoe and watering can, preparing my land for the seeds that it will receive when the local general store opens at 9 AM. By noon I have finished on the farm and am left to wonder what to do with myself.
The broadcaster’s voice was deep and booming as he announced what today’s events were to be. On the screen was a vast green field surrounded by thousands of people being forcefully held back by the big black barricades. Some were holding up signs above their heads whilst others were flailing their hands in order to get attention from the guards standing at the edge of the field. The field itself had been kept clear except
The protests began when activists gathered in Gezi Park to protest against its demolition. At first, it was just some angry citizens holding sit-ins. But the numbers quickly grew. Within a week the activists’ tiny-sit spread into 70 cities. Many of the protestors were not