“My people,” I begin, standing in front our nightly fire, “we are gathered here today because our land- the land of our people has been claimed by white men who seem to believe it is their own. Tomorrow at dawn we will fight for our freedom, our land, and our people!” The 600 men I had brought with me erupted into a chorus of cheers and shouts. “Tecumseh! Tecumseh! Tecumseh!” they cried, their voices echoing into the night. “As I had said many times before,” I raise my right hand to calm the crowd, “one stick breaks easily. But a bundle of sticks is hard to break” (Gregson; 4). “United, we stand a chance against the evils of the white men. Divided, we will surely become slaves.” I turn my attention to where many of the younger men sit. …show more content…
You, yourself, will fall. This question I ask you, is will you get back up? Are you willing to give up your life so our posterity may live freely, in peace?” I raise my voice to a near shout, “The only way stop this evil is for all the red men to unite in claiming a common and equal right to the land, as it was at first, and should be yet” (http://www.indigenouspeople.net/tecumseh.htm). “Great Spirits guide us, shadows fear us, will we unite, and we will fight for peace. . . for we are in a time of war,” I raise my hands to the sky as the flames of the fire rise higher and …show more content…
“Is that so?” Chiksika chuckles, adjusting the bow slung across his shoulder. “Indeed it is-” I stopped abruptly. We could just see the rooftops of the town from where we stood. I was immediately disgusted. How could these people live in such bliss when a war was being fought? It made no sense to me. Myself, Chiksika, and five other of the tribes’ men crept into the camp, sticking to the shadows. This raid would be simple, I would light a torch and burn down the building where they stored their repulsive, manufactured food. It was our hope they would return to wherever they came from, low on supplies. Someone hands me a torch. Who, I do not know. My head is in a fog, I cannot even remember my own name. Focus, I tell myself, you cannot get distracted now. I pull my arm back and throw the blazing stick into the belly of the beast. I watch, enthralled by the beauty of the flames as the sacks of grain become alight. A shout wrenches me back into reality. The white men have woken. I witness the lighting of candles, brightening the windows like a house opening its eyes. When the doors of the slumbering town begin opening and slamming shut, we sprint for the safety of the
"Their (Natives) present condition, contrasted with what they once were, makes a most powerful appeal to our sympathies By persuasion and force they have been made to retire from river to river and from mountain to mountain, until some of the tribes have become extinct and others have left but remnants to preserve for a while their once terrible names. Surrounded by the whites with their arts of civilization, which by destroying the resources of the savage doom him to
Attention Getter: During World War 2 Japanese Emperor Isoroku Yamamoto was quoted saying “You cannot invade the mainland United States. There would be a rifle behind each blade of grass.”
"Hands Up, Don't Shoot", black Lives matter. This is the slogan that the black man has taken on to
This vanguard of “chosen people” would see their noble sentiments of self-government tainted by a legacy of racial superiority that would contribute to the near extinction of Native Americans, the brutal subjugation of African peoples, and a history of racial bigotry and strife. These entrenched racial attitudes would reach a pinnacle in the first half of 19th Century America (Horsman intro), culminating in the Civil War of 1861: one of the bloodiest wars in world history—it left 600,000 Americans dead, white and black. That catastrophic conflict ended 150 years ago—and we still have not seen the end of the terrible manifestation of Anglo-American racism.
A People’s History: We Take Nothing by Conquest, Thank God, Slavery Without Submission, Emancipation Without Freedom & The Other Civil War
It is a well known fact that history repeats itself. This entangling repetition can be witnessed in the constant racist and prejudice state of American society. In “The New Jim Crow”, Michelle Alexander is able to bring to light the mistake people have been making when they repeat history, this mistake is the repeated use of racism and prejudice to successfully segregate society in order to accomplish a goal. Appropriately, during the time of slavery, a white lower class man by the name Nathaniel Bacon started a rebellion, uniting the poor whites and the blacks against the white elite. In response to this, the white elite used the repeated tactic of segregating whites from blacks and in their vulnerable state, gave poor whites more power so
I am here to ask for you to cast your vote against the new upcoming bill allowing people to carry concealed weapons across states. The Second amendment stretches for people to carry weapons with them for safety, but not for carrying weapons across states for protection. The second amendment would not support this kind of bill simply because the bill is mainly for self protection like weapons to be stored at home, not in the public eye. The constitution has been extended a far enough point where we must stop and see the better of where this constitution is taking us. Your vote can mean anything from allowing a ridiculous bill from being passed.
The delegates filled Independence Hall with raucous applause. The voiceover of a Fox New pundit began narrating the scene.
The centralized Theme portrayed in this reading is the social and mainly economic oppression faced by blacks at the end of the war to end wars. The black community, though weak according to the standards of white people, had very strong willpower and were prepared to gather together and work to receive the treatment they deserved as human beings. Yet it was noticed that though they had a very strong willpower, there were some behind the scenes faults that weakened the backing of the black leadership, causing disorder. Namely, the question answered here is how are blacks able to get their forces together to achieve a goal; and It is through strong, passionate leadership, as well as people willing to see a change that blacks work to accomplish their goals.
As a slave, freedom is not even close to be given to us. Most of us don’t even ask for it, until sparked by another one of us. However, since the Maroons and the Bush Negroes have began to revolt against the torture, even I have started to believe that it is enough now. Most of us slaves who are sick of this maltreatment are now using the most popular four strategic ways to escape slavery. The first and the most popular one is suicide, which is not only practiced on plantations but even on the slave ships. Even though the captains took full precaution to prevent it from happening it still occurred. Even we are humans and we deserve freedom. But do we have it? If we did, we wouldn’t be taking our own lives. These deleterious owners are after us like homeless people are after shelter.
If for some reason when you tried to buy a gun you were unreasonably denied after you filled out bunches of paperwork for, had the right to own , if they tried to deny you the guns you earned as an American citizen who is not a convicted felon how would you attempt to keep them? Would you put up a fight , yell , scream or simply state your right to bear arms? Maybe you didn't fully understand what exactly your right is. If you had previously learned and knew the Bill Of Rights you would know that “A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed” is the second amendment in our Bill Of Rights. The Bill Of Rights states our guaranteed rights as citizens of the United States of America. If you would have known your second amendment you may have been able to get your guns that you had or at least had a valid argument to attempt to buy your weaopns. Perhaps there are others rights you are not fully aware of , other times your rights were infringed upon. This could have been prevented if only you had learned about the Bill Of Rights. Perhaps you smoke medicinal marijuana and its legal in your state , did you know that is federally illegal . Some things are legal to your state but illegal to the federal government so you can have medical marijuana and not get arrested by your state but the federal government can arrest you . Many people find that to be against the constitution and
Some folks say and support “Black Lives” and others, “All Lives”. As time go on, things take a turn ‘for the worse’. The ‘turn for the worse’ is due to the mindset of many people and the mass media. With time should come justice, peace and common ground on what is happening, but what if no one is supportive or have no knowledge of what is to come? The saying of “All Lives Matter” is deleterious and ruinous to the “Black Lives Matter” movement and support and to the black community by deteriorating their beliefs, livelihood, and mentality.
Although freedom of speech is protected under the First Amendment of the Constitution of the United States the issue has been contested throughout our nation's history.
Recently I was reflecting on what our country has come to. Professional athletes kneeling and disrespecting our flag, in an alleged effort to protest their beliefs, but are protected by their freedom of speech. Our country split apart by our most recent presidential election, by the verbal hate people spoke or continue to speak or post on social media, however, are protected by their freedom of speech. All of the sudden a bigger reality hit home, and restored my faith in America and humanity. You see on Friday, August 25, 2017, the 2nd Friday after school started, hurricane Harvey hit my small town of Katy, Texas. My mom, dad, sister, uncle, and myself stayed in our house during the storm. We lost power in our house for three days. We were the first street to flood in our subdivision, leaving us trapped and unable to go anywhere, and the last street to drain, leaving us the last street to get out once the water receded. On the second and third day we could hear airboat rescues in the front of our neighborhood, as they were literally in our back yard. When we were finally able to get out of the house and drive to the store for more gas we passed dozens of houses that had been flooded with 18-inches to 4-feet of water. It was heart wrenching and devastating. The mountains of sheetrock, cabinets, personal belongings on the side of the rode on almost every house in our neighborhood was sitting at the curb in total despair. Once we were able to get out of our neighborhood
Up through the foam of green and weltering waters wells this great mass of hatred, in wilder, fiercer violence, until I look down and know that today to the millions of my people no misfortune could happen,—of death and pestilence, failure and defeat—that would not make the hearts of millions of their fellows beat with fierce, vindictive joy! Do you doubt it? Ask your own soul what it would say if the next census were to report that half of black America was dead and the other half dying.