“Give me Liberty or get me a Tent.” There have been better signs of course. But that was what my protest sign read for the first Occupy action I went to. I carried it proudly to a number of Occupy marches and rallies; for womens’ rights, for housing reforms, for improved prison conditions, and for a better educational system. But I made it for that first idealistic action: the Daylong Nonviolent Mass Occupation. It was San Francisco, so it was mild and windy, and I was on a bus headed up a ridiculously steep hill. My mom pointed out the window to point out a sign that just said “99%,” that was stuck in someone's window. “That’s for that protest that’s taking off,” she whispered.
I had no idea what she was talking about. But she sends
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So the police and businesses always knew to prepare if they just stayed up to date on the forae. I have experienced few things more unsettling than seeing a line of police in riot gear coming towards me. They told us to move. We were slowly, physically, pushed and pressed down the block, away from the bank. When they had us a safe distance away they formed a line and kept us from going back. I have always supported the police, even then I was practicing what to say if some idiot Occupier decided to bully them. The average policeman’s salary in San Francisco is nearly 64,000 dollars a year, the average price of a house is 930,000. So they truly are the 99%, but that day they managed to pepper spray and arrest people who were on a mass action with nonviolent in its very …show more content…
My older sister used to complain about the marijuana smoke near the camp. Wall Street workers complained about the difficulty of getting to work past the Occupiers. What small things to worry about! The image of lazy hippies asking for “entitlements” became so entrenched in the minds of objectors to the protests that it seemed to me they were deliberately ignoring the real issues, and the real bravery of the people who were fighting for a solution. It was not only America that was Occupied. The people of Russia, and Egypt, and Eastern Europe rose up. The major Occupy movement is in China right now. I could not understand how so many people would dismiss such bravery; the bravery it would take to stand against governments that kill their own people even more often than ours
Civil disobedience acknowledges the law, but by not yielding to it, protesters demonstrate that a higher ideal is repressed by the law. While the armed takeover did not have the same ideals of the Keystone protesters, land occupation and prevention of future actions were key to both movements. Abusing their first and second amendments, the militant group used violence to enact and continue their movement for States’ rights. I remember reading articles on both incidents, the language used to describe the settings. With the Keystone Pipeline, words such as peaceful, nonviolent, and resilient were the descriptions of the land occupation and arrested protesters. On the contrary, the articles’ tones toward the Malheur incident conveyed disgust and disapproval of their actions. America passes judgment on movements based on how the media covers them. If the nation hears of violent rhetoric and actions, it will deems the protests as senseless violence. The impact of the Keystone protests were amplified to the public, because the media provided a supporting platform.
I'm turning 18 soon and I want to clarify my freedoms if I'm going to continue living with my parents. I'm afraid they'll continue to restrict me like they have for the past 17 years. If I'm living under their roof, are they allowed to tell me that I can't go out? Living there is a generosity, so legally, I don't think they can hold me from going out, but they could not let me back in (which they'd never do, but it's always possible). And for house rules, I completely understand taking out the trash, doing the dishes, but do they really have that much power over me that they can set a bed time. This may be a sit-down-and-talk-about-it-issue with my parents, but legally is this possible? And lastly, my dad said he would give me his old car which
“American Dream.” Those two words are what drove my parents to escape the challenges of living in poverty stricken Colombia. Being a first generation, young, female, Latina immigrant my upbringing has made me fortunate enough to embrace all of the opportunities available for me.
My mother was born in Tijuana, Mexico and my father was born in Zacatecas, Mexico. My parents worked very hard to come to the United States, looking for the American dream. They are dedicated to their family and want the best for their children. My parents have not stopped working, always trying to arrange their work schedule with my two siblings and I school schedules. They taught us that the only way to go forward is to work, to put all our best efforts in everything we want to accomplish in life. My father always tells me “exhale ganas,” meaning always do your best, to do what you are doing with feeling. Since the day they dropped me off at the college dorms I knew
My “American Dream” wasn’t exactly my American Dream so I’m gonna make up some stuff. The way I will achieve my American Dream is to kinda try in school, just enough to pass it at least, and I will help out my community by doing things around in my area which is almost nothing because I live in the middle of nowhere. In school I will need to finish my English work and complete all of my aows. In Algebra I will have to try really hard because math is super important in life but math is extremely hard and and is dumb but you have to have it.
Anyone who has the desire to live in the Unites States of America knows that it is the greatest nation among all nations. People either have little knowledge of other countries to believe this general notion or have truly seen and been informed of the opportunal prosperity that exists in the spirit of America. The American Dream is the idea that sets the minds of people determined to be part of a great nation because everyone has the equal opportunity to become successful and prosperous, if you work hard enough to achieve it. The American Dream is the reason why so many people come to the United States in search for better economic and liberty opportunities. What causes frustration and discouragement to enter this nation is the fact that the
Peaceful protest is integral to American democracy. In the 1960s, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. marched for civil rights. From the eighties into the early twenty first century, gay rights activists marched for equality. Now there are once again marches for civil rights and even for refugees, people an ocean away. However, one must look further than the superficial aims of a protest to its motives to truly discover the root of the issue, that is, the protest’s impact.
There was a point in my life when i thought i knew what i wanted, or who i wanted to be. Then reality set in. The truth is, i was falling into that old saying "the American dream". Little did i know all i was doing was conforming to the ways of the world. I started a business, had my own family but i was living a double life. I was a husband, a father and an avid drug user. Which in the long run, led me down a path of self destruction. I lied to everyone around me, and the consequences of my actions cost me my freedom. In April 2009 i was baptized in front of the entire congregation on a Sunday morning, And knew who Jesus Christ was, and what he did for me. So there was no excuse why Three years later i was sitting in an 8x10 cell, On my way
It was a right of passage where I grew up. Beer cans littered the backroads and glistened in the moonlight. For miles around country music filled the honeysuckle perfumed air, boots hung out the passenger windows, and mud flung off the tires when we hit the highway burning rubber as far as the tires would let us. Those nights we spent on gravel roads making memories with long time friends are irreplaceable but it all changed in a split second on a beautiful, warm, and sunny morning. When my phone rang and his Moms voice came over the line and all I heard was "He's gone." Before the screaming started. It took me a while before I realized it was me screaming and I sat on the floor and waited for him to call. I thought if I waited long enough
The United States is 241 years old. There have been many changes to the country. Many of those changes have been in the last 100 years. My generation is lucky to have the freedom to do what we want. Being born in 2005, I am lucky to have opportunities other generation did not have.
Los angles is one of the cities where people try to achieve the “American dream”. Even though the “American Dream” is different from people to people. To me, Los Angeles means a new beginning…my new beginning. I have moved to Los angles in search of success in education and life, to prove to myself that I can be independent.
“Trust me. You can do it,” my coach shouted when I fell down from my horse. I was at camp for the summer and wanted to learn to ride but I could not manage to control the horse. After several falls, I had all but given up and was afraid to mount the horse again. But my coach just kept pushing me. By the end of the summer and after a lot of practice and setbacks, I not only got over my fear of riding but also learned to control the horse and have a smooth, consistent ride. I often thought about my experience with the horse that summer when I was sitting for USMLE exams. My USMLE Step 1 and 2 exams were not as good as I hoped and it began a distressing time of self-doubt. I was forced to think hard about my childhood dream to pursue medicine
I have realized that there is much more precious to life than wealth, status, property, and materialistic things. For me, the American Dream is not just having the strongest economic standing, wealth, or fame, but attaining happiness through everything and moment in my life and making a difference. My American dream is being able to graduate from high school and attend college because I would like to have the opportunity to directly help those who are less fortunate than me and make them happier. I feel that there is no greater joy than feeling that I was able to help an individual in their time of physical or emotional need. My American Dream is being able to walk into a home with a happy family and know that my presence is welcomed and is
The across Atlantic, in the northern part of Ethiopia, I was born in a small rural village called Wejo, which is a very small population, with strong social fabric: strict traditional bond, but I still had the memory when the winter is comes. Suddenly the savanna land turn to a tropical garden, the attic change to the rain forest, the river flooded into gorge, the big mountain at back of the house covered with foggy weather, the cattle grazing in the field, the farm giving its reward and everyone in the village delight because of the rain that the winter brings. For me when winter comes one thing always remember is my father graceful eyes. Winter always
While the assumption would be that this would detract from the credibility of the movement, this proved to become an ingenious move; the relative ‘facelessness’ of these protestors was precisely what made them relatable. Americans could relate to the jobless and debt-ridden graduate student, to the single mother from Kentucky, and to the eighty-year old grandmother far better than they could to any mere celebrity. By deliberately not giving the movement an official face, they gave the movement every