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Education is the basic key to one’s life and the shift of time shows the process in one’s mind. Migration Portraiture by Nikkey Finney is a poem focuses on the importance of education to African Americans while they were in the South and the key will to learn growing through the movement to the South. This sense of education is seen through the transition of life for African Americans between their time in the South and then to the North. The poem goes through this shift of time to emphasize experiences. We get this feeling of the past (The South) and the future (The North) through the usage of specific words, imagery and repetition of North and South through every line breaking point in the poem.

Both racism and violence are large themes of not just, Just Walk on By: Black Men and Public Space, but also of America during the mid-1900’s. Unfortunately, there still exists the same themes in today’s world even though the population is becoming increasingly more educated. Hate and discrimination are taught evils, not innate ones, and in order to prevent the need for stories such as Brent Staples’ to be told, society as a whole must band together to eliminate the occurrence of such a destructive, devastating

“… we ain’t got nothin’ tuh do but do our work and come home and love.” (Gilyard & Wardi, 309) is how Tea Cake, a character in The Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston, described an average day in the Everglades. The small town that they lived in were mostly empty except during the season where they harvest beans in the Everglades. The evenings are described to have been full of laughter and joviality as they gathered together to celebrate a good day’s work. “The house was full of people every night. That is, all around the doorstep was full. Some were there to hear Tea Cake pick the box; some to talk and tell stories …” (Gilyard & Wardi, 309) The South is where African-Americans speak of the positive aspects that the community had on them and how their true happiness came from having average experiences.

Ch.1 Most of us re aware of the African-American history containing much violence, oppression and belittling. However, grasping all the details of what they experienced is difficult Even upon receiving their “freedom” they were greeted with another era of beatings, humility, shame and, worst of all, lynching. When, quite literally, the shackles came off, they believed a better life awaited them in the near distance. Instead, they were shoved back into a state of fear and shame for those who lived in the south.

The memorization of the facts and dates of events has proven to be the hardest part of learning history for me. The interdisciplinary nature of this course is what has helped me understand the material and be able to follow the “story” of history. Reading the words and perspective of important figures that live in the periods of American history that we are studying allowed me to see America through their eyes and allowed me to make sense of the prevailing feelings and ideas of the time. Reading works from writers of diverse viewpoints, gave me the opportunity to learn about an era from many different perspectives from the people who lived it. In particular, Zora Neale Hurston’s “How It Feels to be Colored Me’ offered a very different tone in the gloomy times of segregation. What I enjoyed about Hurston’s writing is that her distinct voice allowed me to hear her confidence and hope. Though the facts and dates will always be crucial to studying history, writing like Hurston’s can teach so much more about a time period than an Oakes

Pictured are two persons: one White male and one Black female. A set of three photos in grayscale on a whiteboard with black paint bordering it. The center photo has the subjects set apart, male with arms crossed and female with arms at her sides. With clear dislike and contempt for each other. One could imagine that they are having any one of the numerous familiar arguments that come across the racial divide. Viewed from the center out, the center picture tells the story of unease, confrontation and aggression. Moving to the outer pictures there is a story of pain, support, and compassion. The left picture shows the Black women with her arms wrapped around the man. Her faces shows that she shares his pain and will be there to console him. The photo on the left pictures the White man holding the woman in a supportive embrace, and the woman’s face expresses a deep grief. Both outside photos stand in collective sadness, and express the want to comfort and accept each

Imagine living in a world where everyone is the same. Everyone shares the same ethnicity, language, background, cultures. Living in Miami, for me, this is a hard concept to imagine. My whole life I've been surrounded by different cultures, people who speak different languages, eat different foods, share different stories and backgrounds. Attending Monsignor Edward Pace High School my ninth grade year changed nothing. Pace was, and still is a direct representation of the city of Miami, a cultural melting pot, filled with so many different seasoning of backgrounds. With this melting pot filled with so many different seasonings,however, it becomes easy for the hot water to rise, and feel as if there isn't any commonalities to share. As a young adult, I use my influence on my peers, to stir this melting pot to remind young people, who are essentially the futures of tomorrow, that in all our differences, there is still so much similarities.

“It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get”- Confucius. In “Incident” written by Nathasha Trethwey the speaker conveys a frightening experience she has with the hate group the Ku Klux Klan into an anecdote that is able to cause change. Upon this reading this essay the reader doesn 't feel that the speaker is encouraging hate or revenge for the injustices bestowed on her. Rather, she is promoting peace and not attempting to further fuel the flame. Trethewey uses persona, tone and irony to depict the effect racial discrimination during an age where hate crimes were a frequent occurrence.

Coles illustrates this through the lamentations of a nine-year-old son of white segregationists in The South. The boy sighs, “We didn't know what to do; the teacher kept telling us that we should be good and obey the law, but my daddy

I put on a brave face, hiding the nervousness I truly felt. I had stepped into the building the heat felt more unbearable, whilst the slight breeze from the open windows gave some chill but it has still not helped. I stood next to the door, because it was open and the breeze that was coming from the door had calmed me. When settled my eyes scanned the crowd concluding that I was the only black women there. I felt my heart in my throat; my stomach churning, I took two deep breaths calming myself. ‘It won’t matter that you’re the only black women, your opinion matters as much as theirs,’ I told myself willing to believe it. The sound of a glass getting tapped dragged my attention to the front of the room where a woman stood holding a wine glass

The book Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin (1961) is an extraordinary account of a white journalist who temporarily "became" black in order to experience what racism truly meant to the Southern black community of the late 1950s and early 1960s. During the time, there was little communication, tolerance, or understanding between the races. Griffin's deep-seated Catholic faith drove him towards sympathy in view of the suffering that he observed so keenly among black people. This, in turn, drove him to search out a dermatologist who agreed to provide him with treatment that would temporarily darken his skin so that he could engage in his experiment. The novel is an account of his experiences and has subsequently been hailed as a definitive work creating a platform for better understanding racism and class conflict in its many manifestations. On many occasions, the author's experiences are painful as a result of the institutionalized racism and hatred he encountered simply because of the color of his skin. On other occasions, the reader is moved by his account of caring and love among those who are oppressed, as well as from those individuals within the oppressing culture who were willing to do what they could to remedy the injustice. In Black Like Me, Griffin provides an in-depth account of what it means to become black in a society where a whole race is reviled and to enter a race where in inner hierarchy also exists. The honesty of his account and the relevance of his

This past Friday, I attended Claudia Rankine’s reading at Fordham University Lincoln Center. Going into the reading I had no real idea of what was going to be discussed nor the true significance of her work, all I knew is that she is an important and worldly renowned poet. In the reading, she read excerpts from her book named Citizen “An American Lyric.” Which focuses on micro aggressions towards people of color. These events are examples of everyday racism that can be experienced by people of color in the US. Though I have read some of her work in the past, attending this reading and actually hearing the author express her work through her own emotions really took things to another level. It showed me a whole knew understanding of what I

Growing up in Eatonville, Florida, Zora Neale Hurston led a sheltered life from the racism that was rampant in other parts of the country. The town of Eatonville is an important element of the early life that molded her because it was an all-black community. It was run by blacks and was the first all-black town incorporated in the United States (Campbell 1). She saw nothing but successful black people, not suppressed black people. Until she left the town when she was thirteen, she only knew of white people from the ones that were passing through on their way to or from Orlando (Hurston 13). The title of her autobiographical story, “How It Feels to Be Colored Me”, disguises that Hurston’s strength comes from her individuality and inner-self, not her ethnicity.

Author John T. Edge, in his book Fried Chicken: An American Story, discusses an anecdote from Dick Gregory’s memoir, one which relays the relationship between food and violence. Gregory writes of an incident that occurred while he was dining at a restaurant. His white waitress initially refused to serve him and told him that the restaurant did not “serve colored people,” to which Gregory jokingly responded that he “did not eat colored people” (Edge 6). Eventually, Gregory orders and receives a fried chicken.

Following his description of the remote coastal town of Bar Harbor, Du Bois relayed a conversation he had with a group of black people in a ‘Southern home’. The conversation centers on travel perhaps to a soul-restoring place like Bar Harbor. To these black people from the south, however, travel did not seem so alluring. “Did you ever see a “Jim-Crow” waiting-room?” (Drakwater 158).The reality of segregated train travel was less than inspiring as there was no heat or air in ‘colored’ section of the train station. The train car itself is typically a ‘smoker’ car where riders would have to pass through white smokers and be subjected to sneers and stares. Service for black riders, if available at all was poor. Most ‘colored’ cars were enormously