David Cooper Regarding The Home Summary

Between 1910-1970 up to 100,000 aboriginal children were taken forcibly from their homes and families, by police or welfare officers. These children were known as the ‘stolen generation’. The novel Home, by Larissa Behrendt puts a human face on the stolen generation by illustrating the acts perpetrated against them. In the novel home, this is delivered through the story of Garibooli and her family.

Jonathan Sacks, the author of a book ‘The Home We Build Together,’ emphasizes that covenant is a core of the biblical politics, especially in such a way to make the Tabernacle, for us to make a society which respects each others in a diversity. Sacks said that the Tabernacle was made by all Israelites with their voluntariness, devotion, and equality as a common project through covenant regardless of any ethnicity, religion, and culture, which made them have the identity that they build it together and belong to it (Sacks, 138). Therefore, being left as a story to be commemorated to them and give them a gradual changes with personal and social creative constructions, covenant is not just a religious concept, but rather it is zeitgeist to lead

The Sam Davis Home is a historical plantation reserved in Smyrna, Tennessee where the Davis’ resided. Sam Davis, son of Charles and Jane Davis, was a well-known, wealthy individual who was known for his courageous act during the civil war. This site is local to me and I wanted a better understanding of the history around me that has impacted my community over the years. I have attended the Sam Davis Home a few times before in my life, mostly during grade school. I was alone with Cady, the tour guide, during the tour so it was easy to ask questions and take time explaining things thoroughly. I plan to go back during October for other events and haunted tours of the Sam Davis Home. I am truly pleased with my choice in location and it has given me a better outlook on Smyrna and a great appreciation for the town.

"More than anything, I just want you to know that there is more than one person you can lean on. You may have someone up their who you are relying on, but you have two incrediably strong sons who would never wish to see their mother in pain like this. Whatever the outcome we finally get your boys will be strong for you and in return I'm sure you will be strong for them."[/b]

When Sairy Wilson said, “You shouldn’t talk like that. We’re proud to help. I ain’t felt so – safe in a long time. People needs to – help.” Fellowship is another major theme within this novel as well. The cooperation found in the Joad family extends past blood relationships to other Oakies as well. The friendly support among the Oakies is essential to all of the Oakies survival, including the Joad’s.

In the prologue, Audre describes her “home” as being a place that could only be from a fairy tale (enchanted even). This home is somewhere Lorde never visited or never observed. She only knows this extraordinary place through her mother’s stories. As Audre grows older, “home” is something she does not have in life. She even expresses that the extraordinary place (Carriacou) from her mother’s stories in no longer the home, she longed for it to be (Zami 256). Even though her home was in Harlem, New York, Stamford, and Cuernavaca, they never felt like home. Throughout the novel, it appears that Carriacou helped Audre deal with the racist society. She finally accepts her character in society as a black lesbian. She in time grows to admit that

I spoke with Lucy Olivarez about the manufactured home. She listened thoroughly and patiently to my inquiry. She paused to reference the property file and politely informed me that it was still available. Although Lucy noted that it needed a good deal of work, she was encouraging about its potential. She stated, "There are many others out there then are definitely worse." Lucy was nice but made no effort to build rapport. Our conversation throughout the call was professional and

The house was long, white, and had blue shudders. I could always pick out which set of windows out front peeked into my bedroom because of the messy off-white paint stuck to it after years of never being touched up. Inside, so much more was going on than the typical all-American home lead outsiders to believe. Confusion, growth, fear, and lots of aluminum cans.

But it was a start… or so he thought. The next three months went by without a word or attack until Thanksgiving eve. Terry was helping his mother peel potatoes while his father was reading the newspaper. All of a sudden, Terry’s father had a flashback. He dropped down to the floor faster than a fainting goat. He acted like a fish out of water; squirming on the cold kitchen floor. Terry’s mother continued peeling the potatoes, assuming it was just another average attack. It was not. As Terry looked over to his father, he remembered what happened at the hardware store; nervous laughing, his father crying, all the chaos at once. Terry realized that this attack was much more severe. He dashed to the landline, dialing 9-1-1 as his mother rushed

It was a cold pretty windy night in Forest City. I was in 7th grade and I was staying at my best friend at the time Haley’s house. She also had Daelynn over but we won't really as good as friends. I remember the exact time when we thought of this amazing idea. It was 11:56 at night and daelynn has been smoking weed for awhile and she thought she needed some so she asked us. “Why don’t we call Jordan and ask him and Andrew if we could buy some weed from them.” Now at this point I was ready. I was preparing myself to do this crazy thing that we were about to do. Haley and I agreed to it and so she called Jordan over with his best friend Andrew. By this time it was about 12:08. They said they would but we would have to meet them at the courthouse

The documentary “the house that I live in” by Eugene Jarecki tells the tale of the true cost of America’s War on Drugs. A film that does not just tell the side of the addict but for everyone that becomes involved with the process. From the dealer to the narcotics officer, the inmate to the federal judge, a parent to the child that loses a parent to the system. It is a detailed and critical look on this so-called War on Drugs, a piercing look into America's criminal justice system, revealing the profound human rights implications of U.S. drug policy.

Brenna's mom (Rashielle) used to allowed Brenna to sleep in the bed with her and her boyfriend (Jeff). Brenna slept in between Rashielle and Jeff. It is unknown how old Brenna was at the time. It is unknown if Brenna was sexual abuse. It is unknown if this was reported. Rashielle no longer has custody of her children (Margana, Brenna, and Peyton). It is unknown why the children were removed from Rashielle care. The children are in the care of Shelia. Shelia is Margana (paternal grandmother and Brenna and Peyton's step-grandmother). Rashielle and Jeff are no longer together. Jeff still visits Brenna over Shelia's home. Brenna drives Jeff's car. Brenna drive the car when she feels like it. Brenna does not have a driver license. Brenne stated that: "Jeff is more than a boyfriend, then a

“Are we there yet?” I asked mum. To my excitement I finally heard ‘yes’, Nic we are at Rogers house!” It was a particularly cloudy night but it was still warm, the warmth may have been out of excitement. When we got inside we had to be quite as Roger and Ness’s baby Austin was asleep. I went outside to play with Blake my four year old cousin; we played volleyball, Soccer, Frisbee and cricket. Austin then woke up and my sister went off to care for him as she usually does.

I spoke to Bob Moncavage about the duplex. Right away, he informed me that it was currently available with no offers. Bob was upbeat when providing information about them. He noted that unit 151 was turnkey and that second unit was not in too bad of shape. Bob was friendly; however, he did not make an effort to build rapport. He asked a couple questions of my buyers needs, listened patiently to my answers, and responded accordingly. Overall, I found him to be polite, familiar with the property, and a professional agent.

I spoke with Debbie L. Biggs about the home. She listened thoroughly and patiently to my inquiry. Right away, Debbie informed me that the home was active. She informed me of the recent upgrades that were done. Although Debbie assessed the home to need TLC she was encouraging about its potential. She asked a few questions to get a better understanding of my buyer’s requirements. Debbie was nice but did not make an effort to build rapport. Overall, I found her to be polite, familiar with the home, and a professional