Essay On To You On The Land

As I lay basking in the intense, but pleasurable gulf sun, I can feel the calming rock of the cruise ship. The relaxing music played on a steel drum, flow through my ears. I can hear children laughing while they play poolside and zip down the waterslide. The overwhelming aroma of fresh cooked food from the all-american or Mongolian lunch outlets circulates the ship and makes my mouth water. I can not wait to eat lunch.

There are many fold songs that go unheard. But when you go back to the roots of folk music, there is one that most every American recognizes. "This Land Is Your Land" has been a staple of Americana for nearly 75 years.

Aboriginal Land Rights Aboriginal Australians have always had an eternal bond with the land. For the 50,000 years or more, they have occupied the continent; the land provided not only the basic needs, but also the spiritual beliefs. In the Dreaming, the forms of the land, mountains, rivers, landscapes and animals took shape and the spirit of ancestors resided in places that became sacred sites to the Aboriginal people. The land to these people were their most precious commodity. When white settlement began in Australia in 1788, the concept of terra nullius {the land belonging to no-one} was adopted by the British.

Aboriginal people, since British settlement, have faced great inequalities and much racial discrimination on their own soil. Aboriginal Australians through great struggle and conflict have made significant progress in the right to their own land. To better understand the position of the Aboriginal Australians, this essay will go into more depth about the rights that Aboriginal people had to their own land prior to federation. It will also include significant events and key people who activated the reshaping of land rights for Indigenous Australians and how that has affected the rights Aboriginal people now have in the 21st Century, in regards to their land.

Anthony Johnson was a black man who arrived in Virginia around 1621 and was purchased to work as a slave in the tobacco fields of the Bennett Plantation. At that time he was merely known as “Antonio a Negro”, as it wasn’t common for black slaves to have last names. On March 22nd, 1622, an Indian attack on the Bennett plantation left only 12 surviving slaves, one of them being Anthony. In that same year a woman named Mary arrived at the plantation. Being that she was the only woman living at the Bennett plantation in 1625, Anthony could be considered fortunate to have received her as his wife. Together they had at least four children. It isn’t known how Anthony received his full name of Anthony Johnson, but the

The anticipation of this day had been building up for some time over that last few months, and now it was upon me at last. I didn’t feel the same excitement I had leading up to this moment, I even kind of grumbled to myself about how I wished the bus was bigger so that I would be more comfortable. We all had our assigned seats, but no one seemed to be where they were supposed to be. The anxiousness of getting to Colorado was causing a great deal of confusion, chaos, and

I would describe my own personal land ethic simply with my personal definitions of both terms. My personal definition of land is a substance in which animals and humans utilize by physically walking on. My personal definition of ethics is something (idea or belief) someone holds close to their heart and is willing to protect completely. When combining both personal definitions of land and ethic, I define land ethic as viewing land with the utmost respect, feeling passionate and taking action toward sustaining or benefiting the lands natural state. When comparing my definition of land ethic to Aldo Leopold’s definition, it is evident to see that we are both thinking similarly. When defining the land, Leopold includes soils, waters, plants and

“It ensures that all individuals receive equal treatment and equal protection under the law, while respecting and valuing their diversity” (R.S.C, 24)

It has been two days since we boarded the ship. It is very hot and crowded. We all had bread that i'm sure was not fit for humans to eat and soup. During the night I like to go to the top deck to get away from the crowd.Not that it help’s it’s crowded up there to. Though it is better to go up there once in awhile. As i'm not much of a people

The song I picked from the Miami University library was "This Land is Your Land" by Woody Guthrie in 1945. It was a major force in the urban folk song revival as Guthrie presents an intimate portrait of America through his music. The original title of the song was "God Blessed America" and was written in response to the song "God Bless America" after he grew tired of hearing it on the radio. As well as the original song contained two additional verses taken from the end talking about hungry people and private property. This is in reference to the Great Depression which had taken place during the time Guthrie had been writing this song. The artist himself references dust clouds in his song that caused him to migrate his family to California

Hello, my family I are from Sweden and our occupation are farmers so we have a little bit of land here and wished that we can have more space to plant our crops. So anyways, I am a mother with a husband and 3 children. My husbands name is Larry and he is great at protecting all of us. I have two sons named Jason and Tom, and a daughter named Heather who is 10 years old. Jason is the older brother of Tom and Heather, but Jason is 14 years old, Tom is 10 years old, like the same age as Heather.

Blinded, torn, and homesick was the word to describe the mood that filled the bus that took us to the airport. Suddenly, I felt a punch in my tummy as the bus passed people with baskets on their heads and hunts that people lived in. My mind was filled with different thoughts. My innerself debated whether things will ever be the same again. For example, I asked myself, “will I get to climb another mango tree when I reach to my destination?” “Will this be the last time I get to set my eyes on the forest that surrounded my home?” “How will I get in touch with the friends I was leaving behind especially my dearest older sister?” All these questions never crossed my mind through the whole process until I was taken to the airport with my family to to the plane that would change my whole reality.

Emma Henderson yawned and rubbed her eyes as she stepped off the plane at Leonardo Da Vinci airport in Rome. Her vision was still a little fuzzy from leaving her contacts in during the flight. She hoisted her backpack onto her shoulder, and let out a sigh of relief as she walked down the airbridge that lead to the airport. There was nothing she hated more than airplanes, and she hadn’t been able to sleep at all during the eight hour flight from the U.S. Every time she began to drift off, the little kid behind her would jam his feet into the back of her seat, or the lady in the row across from her would rattle off yet another loud complaint. She was definitely glad it was over.

I crawled into my bunk, and closed the curtain. I could feel the wind forceing the base one way then the other,. I closed my eyes and I was on a ship tossing in a storm blacked sea. Out my porthole I could see the gray waves splashing up and the rain pouring down. I was headed to an island where treasure could be found around every bend. The salty aftertaste from the salted meat and the salty air made my mouth dry. The others on board where sea men decades old and had served on more ships than you can shake a stick at. I was only the cabin boy or though they thought, I was really Maria La Veves, an indentured servant of a wealth English family, who had run away to explore the world.

Bright lights, unfamiliar streets. An impersonal city, shiny and new as she always pictured it. She’s all alone, surrounded by strangers whom she never has and never will again see, but the thrill of adventure overtakes all. She tries the food, flirts with locals. She loses herself in the mysterious beauty of a city prompting exploration.