My Time In Prison By Malcolm Little Analysis

Malcolm X was arrested and sent to serve a ten-year sentence for stealing. To most, imprisonment would appear to be dark horror; however, according to Malcolm his incarceration became his freedom. His prison cell became his classroom where this would also open the door for all his future endeavors.

Malcolm X was a leader of a black power movement, and wrote “Prison Studies” which is a story of how he educated himself in the English language. He spent many years studying and teaching himself to read, write, and understanding the English language while serving his prison sentence. The way he taught himself was going through every page of a dictionary, and writing down every word and even punctuation mark on the page. This not only made his penmanship neater, but he also studied the words night and day. In between writing pages he started doing writings to go along with studying pages from the dictionary. As he started understanding the English language he started reading books to fulfill his curiosity. While in prison Malcolm said he would

Fredrick Douglass was a slave, who secretly learned how to read and write in many different forms such as his mistress and pieced together the elements of literacy through outside sources such as old books, and writing tools from young children. Unlike Malcom X, he received an education although it was limited, and went to prison where he accessed books from the library. Malcom X stated in his essay Learning to Read, “An inmate was smiled upon if he demonstrated an unusually intense interest in books.” Meaning reading was not allowed for slaves. Unlike Douglass situation, if he would have shown interest in a book he would have been punished for it. Being a slave Douglass had to keep his development in reading and writing hidden while Malcolm insisted on writing letters to Elijah Muhammad with his new acquired vocabulary. This proved that Malcolm’s education was easier to gain unlike Fredrick Douglass, through slavery reading and writing was much

For this unit, I decided to read Kafka’s “In the Penal Colony.” The author, Franz Kafka, was an early 20th century middle-class Jew who lived in Prague and wrote mostly in German. The present short story, published in 1919, refers to an unnamed penal colony somewhere in the tropics and focuses on four characters: the commander of the camp, an invited foreign dignitary, a guard, and a victim. The story revolves a twisted idea of justice, where the punishment does not fit the crime, and the condemned does not know neither the charge nor the nature of his punishment. Indeed, justice seems completely irrelevant to the commander who is only fascinated with the torturing as an art and science; the apotheosis of the latter represented with the torturing machine that resembles a CNC router that inscribes the accusation on the skin of the condemned who then dies slowly from bleeding.

Most of people think that writing and reading can just be learned in school but that is not always the case. Effectively, “Malcolm X” proves this in his essay titled “Prison Studies”, where we can experience a war that started between him and ignorance. In fact, he informs us in his essay that after he felt envy of Bimbi’s stock of knowledge, he decided to study, even if it was not maybe the right or the best place to do that.

Due to a persistent parental insistence and against all the sage counsel and advice of President Lincoln and the better angels of my nature, I have daringly implemented my meshugenah Father’s certifiably ingenious evil scheme of copiously inserting jaw-dropping quantities of punctuated semi-colons throughout these essays. Perhaps his unproven, uncharted, and unchecked historical-comparative linguistics claim is legitimate - that Casual Readers are unfamiliar with proper semi-colon use; but, inspired (proper or improper) overuse may galvanize a profound belief in the Reader, of the skill and proficiency of the Writer! However hypothetically correct or incorrect, my Father’s personal

In essence, of being a correction officer, guard. I would be nicknamed, “The eighteen wheeler.” The reasons are about the job details and job descriptions. My own action behavior will be efforts by acting naturally with the co-worker’s, and a decent understanding with the prisoner’s. While, being aware with knowledgeable of either sides (a guard, or a prisoner) of the circumstances about the environment, of the correctional facility. Both guards, and prisoners are aware of within the situation(s), been dealt with. The behavior of a guard will be individually owned, like a single ship out to sea, in the ocean, all alone. Would anybody know? It’s highly unlikely. Being a guard, owning, the job position claim, efforts of being myself. As to what extent creates a well-to-good of a corrections officer? Frankly, nobody knows, but, I alone. Unless, by observance, from other guards or dawned upon more or less than one prisoner(s). Still, common natural knowledge, are acquired. From that, prisoner(s) becomes aware and knowledgeable of the guard. Guards are determined, by easiness knowing each other, as team-members. Yet, from complications, differences are responses back from the prisoner(s), own opinions, thoughts, or their beliefs, toward Guard duties. Prisoner(s), freewill to learn, their surroundings, of the environment. Both, the guard and the prisoner(s) being, sub-do to, by no choices of either party, involuntarily,

This week we will begin our new unit where the students will be reading a variety of short stories that fall into the genre Oral Tradition. In addition to reading folk tales, fables, and myths, they will also write two stories in this genre. The students will also be introduced to figurative language, which is prevalent in Oral Tradition stories.

On Peter John Smiths way to prison in the back of the pig pen being transported to the bus with other convicts he was looking out taking in all his surroundings and realising this could either be his last time seeing the outside world or his last time for quite a while. The two police officers transporting him were chatting amongst themselves, peter john wanted to join in, have a civilised chat with them to try and get it good with the officers he will soon be meeting within the prison and try to get good behaviour as he knew that there was every possibility that he wouldn’t make it out alive.

Upon arrived to TALA, I was greeted by an astonishing monumental architecture. The symmetry of the building was elegant and well complimented by its weathered look. It is difficult to imagine that this very building had once housed the mentally ill. I had never seen such a facility before and thus expected something less remarkable. As I stood admiring the building, I noticed the multitude of windows it contained. Upon further examination, I noticed the bars surrounding them and suddenly realized that the illusion of paradise was in reality a prison for those who dwelled here. I was surprised to learn how many people were housed in this building and likewise shocked to discover what passed as mentally insane during the 19th century. The criteria used to determine mental illness were nonexistent and arbitrary. I was extremely concerned when the tour guide mentioned kids being born and raised in TALA. It was also distressing to learn that people who didn’t quality as having mental problems were also placed into such a facility. In contrast, it was interesting to learn that the community had openly embraced TALA as part of their home to the extent that a high school prom was held inside the building. This helped me to recognize that TALA was more than just an insane asylum, it was truly home to those living inside and outside its walls. As I progressed through the tour, I discovered that I was unaware of the many practices of insane asylums, especially the methods used in

As I slowly made my way down the concrete stairs holding onto the railing so I would not fall. One step, two steps, Three steps, all the way to the bottom. The stairwell was cold and echoed as I counted aloud. Finally the last step as I jumped landing with a big thud on the floor. I loved going to see my Grandma and Grandpa Wismann. Grandpa Wismann is a very important man, he is the Sherriff. My grandparents lived about the jail. I was allowed to go downstairs and explore certain parts of the jail. As a five year old it was the neatest thing on this earth.

While listening to the poem, it leaves the feeling of wanting to know more or adding words to these opening lines. It makes a reader/listener of the poem be more interested and intrigued to know more and look forward to what’s next even though each line does not directly follow the other.

In life we often take for granted the food we get to eat on a daily basis. However, for just one night we had the opportunity to see how prisoners eat, when they are lucky. Our recipe came from the book Prison Ramen, where we sifted through a variety of other ideas before deciding on the “Wet Ramen Burrito.” Not only did the recipe appeal to us, but the narrative that went with the recipe did too. In the short narrative written by David Anthony Faustino, titled “No Stars Behind Bars” (58), he addressed how his celebrity status enabled him to break laws that the common man could not get away with. However, one drunken night he pushed his luck too far. Faustino could no longer use his status. The cops did not care and neither did the other inmates in jail with him. Suddenly, he realized that no matter one’s fame there is always a certain threshold where one’s status becomes irrelevant. While the media portrays the famous as invincible, Faustino’s narrative proves that all “stars” can find themselves behind bars, at which point everyone

Bernard Malamud tells the story of “The Prison” in third person narrative, with straight forward and matter of fact language. The extract is about a man named Tommy Castelli who has had a dodgy past, which has followed him until the present day, making his life hell. He is unwillingly married to Rosa, through an arranged marriage set up by his father and runs a candy shop as a part of the deal, to provide him with an honest living. Malamud uses a variety of techniques in order to bring out his character and the characters around him in clever ways.

Moving on, our medium security prison includes many of the basic security features. For example, if an inmate tired to escape he would first need to get over the ground barbed wires, then the 10ft barbed fences and finally, the electrically charged 16ft barbed fence. Also, an inmate would have to bypass the windows reinforced with steel and than move without being caught by the cameras, and watch tower guards. In addition, to decrease the chance of an inmate possessing a weapon, we have spent a bit more money on implementing metal detectors in front of each building. Also, we have installed motion detectors, inside the hallways of each facility, as well as around the prison. This can come in handy, because guards would be informed right away,