I admit it. I had become smitten with my esteemed and beloved physics professor who made the mechanics of matter and energy astoundingly simple and beautiful. As the hours I had spent with him. Yet, my heart remained wary. He would never be fully available to me. Since, from all appearances, he and his wife were content.
Meanwhile, Mark and I had grown further apart. His demanding academic curriculum put stress on him. So, to lessen his anxiety, he smoked marijuana daily. However, to stay alert for class, he drank cups of coffee, as well. The combination caused his temperament to fluctuate between being spaced out vs. extreme agitation. He’d quarrel with his professors when they refused to let him pass in assignments late. He had done it
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We shouted back and forth. And when push came to shove, I ended up on the kitchen floor of our apartment with shattered glass and broken china all around me. For a sec, I felt stunned, but soon went into survival mode. I recalled the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde life I had endured growing up with my drunken abusive dad. No way, would I repeat that terror again with Mark.
Not long after the incident, with Malcolm’s support, I packed my car with clothes, favorite books, photographs and little else and drove to L.A. My Beatles, Dylan and Rolling Stones CDs I left with Mark. I figured it was the least I could do for breaking his heart. Malcolm and I vowed to stay in touch, but with a wife, two kids and a full-time teaching position, our communication tapered off and one day stopped. Our lives went on unconnected. Until, fifteen years later, when I came across his name. Earlier in the day, I’d gone for a walk at the beach in Santa Monica and mingled with strangers along the boardwalk. For dinner, I made crab cakes and drank several glasses of white wine. Too early for bed, I checked my phone messages. Then, afterwards, I browsed my laptop for contact lists of former colleagues and friends. With the hope, I could network with some in the coming
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And then, gave excuses why it wasn’t possible. The job market is competitive. And that it’s important that I stay put and make an effort to network. “All true,” he said. “But you deserve a break. When you come, we’ll celebrate your birthday with cake and champagne. My guest house is vacant and ready for you.”
With that, I decided. How can I refuse a man who remembered my birthday? And who has a plan, and the desire to make me happy? Even so, I wondered had he become a New Age guru and abandoned his teaching position at the university. Besides, what about his wife, would she welcome me, as well.
Also, the city of Berkeley was loaded with memories drenched with drama. Through the years, I had buried them deep inside my psyche. It’s true that every street, restaurant, café or night spot would be a roadmap to dislodge them.
Even so, I was willing to throw caution to the wind. Since Malcolm and I had been more than friends. Once, we were two people in love, though, not solely with each other. It was complicated. Still, I wanted to revisit him again. And, to leave behind L.A. - the city where the dreams I dreamed as a younger woman had dissipated into the hot ethers of the Santa Ana winds - perhaps never to return again. “Okay,” I replied. “I can’t
Manning Marable was a well-known historian and professor at Columbia University. Ironically, three days after his death, Marable’s book, “Malcolm X: A Life of Reinvention”, was published. Originally based off of Alex Haley’s original biography of the life of Malcolm X, Marable touched basis on certain aspects that were questionable and shed light to unknown events in Malcolm’s life leading up to his death.
Early one morning I was very hungry waterso, I went looking for food. When suddenly I saw something strange above the Waters point so I jumped right into the action and said you go up to the top of the water when it started attacking me with spears and oars obviously I attacked back I mean I was scared and that's when two of the boats sank and most of the humans drowned. But, one of them escaped so i just let
Autobiography traces Malcolm’s early years in Michigan, where he was one of eight children of the Reverend Earl and
Mr. Little, Malcolm’s father,
Growing up as a child Malcolm Little had many struggles and hardships. As a child Malcolm went through hard times, at the age of 4 the house the family lived in burnt down. Forcing them to have to move. Then two years later, Malcolm’s father, Earl Little died on the trolley tracks. As a young adult, he faced jail time and being abandoned by his parents. At the age of 15, he was sent to foster care along with his siblings. Shortly after he turned 21 he was sent to jail for 8-10 years. The crimes he committed were burglary and armed robbery. Although his childhood was very chaotic, Malcolm’s life soon got turned around after he got married 12 years later. He then got a job, as a minister and he was also a civil rights activist. Along with those
Another challenge in Malcolm’s life was on the maternal side of his family. Although Malcolm’s mother wasn’t killed, something else happened. After malcolm’s father died, a tremendous amount of stress was put on Louise Little. This slowly made her go insane. “Louise Little began to sit for long periods of time without speaking (28)”. Eventually, Malcolm had gotten to a series of conflicts with his teachers about fooling around in class, and meanwhile, “His mother’s condition worsened (31)”, and malcolm was eventually taken away from his family and put in forster care. This inspires me because even with all of this crap, Malcolm still carries on to a certain extent. Whenever I am upset about something, I remember how much worse it could be
Growing up, Malcolm was a smart and focused student. He lost his interest in studies from school, when his favorite junior high teacher told him that trying to become a lawyer was “not a realistic life goal for a nigger”. He later dropped out of school and spent time in Boston, MA, and Harlem, New York. He worked odd jobs and committed petty crimes. Malcolm began putting together multiple narcotics, prostitution, and gambling rings. Later in life when he was determined for striving for greatness, he said, “early in life, I had learned that if you want something, you had better make some
During his sentence he learned the importance of education. He thought himself the works of: history, politics, literature, reading and copying every word in the dictionary. While in incarcerated Malcolm family would write to him about a new movement in the outside world with the black community. He knew of Martin Luther King and his non violence approach but this group was different. They believed in violence and were under the leadership of a different man named Elijah Muhammad. Muhammad founded the Black Muslim group who followed by the Islamic faith. After doing his own research studying, practicing the religion and the continuous convincing by his family, Malcolm accepted the Islam faith. When he joined the Islamic faith he relinquished his last name Little to X because he felt that Little was a “slave name” and the X represented the absence of knowing his real last name (Pendergast).
Being an orphan is one of the most difficult things a child can go through. Malcolm X lost his father to a suspicious death in 1931 when his body was found laying across the town’s trolley tracks. Police ruled it an accident but Malcolm and his family knew it was from the Black Legion. Losing your father is always hard, especially on boys because they no longer have a person to guide them to be a genuine man. Two years later X’s mother was enrolled into an insane asylum after having and emotional breakdown over her husband’s death. Shortly after, Malcolm and his siblings were placed in to varies different orphanages. When old enough, Malcolm returned to Boston and started to commit crime. He eventually was convicted of burglary and sentenced to ten years in prison, but what X
This tardiness is replicated from Finny’s carefree attitude. It starts to become more evident that Gene, whether or not he is purposely changing his attitude, is starting to adjust to Finny’s identity. Gene’s personality is now not that of his own which is harming not only his academic performance, but also his mental health. Modifying the psyche that makes one themselves lead to severe consequences that lead to toxic thoughts and harm to peers.
In order to understand the many influences that have shaped Mark Harbin’s life, it is beneficial to first learn about his family background. Furthermore, it is evident that before Mark was born various chaotic elements have been a pestilence present for several generations in his family. His father Mark Harbin Sr. was born in 1967 and starting from early on in his life, he was corrupted by his environment. He was born into the projects with only his mother as a caregiver because his father was out of the picture. Moreover, he started stealing at the age of seven and he admitted that when he was young he broke into a bowling alley and ransacked a safe that was there. Stealing would be a chronic occurrence that would follow him for the rest of
Mark’s psychosocial and biological predisposing vulnerabilities ultimately lead to the increase likelihood of his substance abuse disorder. A disorder he wasn’t aware that he was facing because his intentions for the substance were to merely ease his stressors.
I screamed and stood up. I backed into the corner. He walked closer while saying in a very distorted and scary voice
- [ ] Malcolm’s influences and impact is still very much here today and still affects how some parts of society works and we can see that with the different viewpoints on politics to the social issues and the subject that many are still fighting for and trying to find a solution to best fit all people.
Fizz, goes my coffee machine as I pour myself another cup. The moon shines against the pitch black sky as I remind myself it is presently nightfall as I keep my brain alerted by the caffeine that is in my searing cup. Another sleepless night is before me as I catch up on this morning’s homework. Just as I indulge my cup, I reminiscent throughout the previous four years and how these nights have become a virtual ritual. I can dwindle and instead sleep, or push myself to complete analyzing Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” I always pick the latter because that is what I strive for in life. My hard work and constant insomnia has benefited my behalf in getting into honor roll and to persistent pursuing honors and AP classes every semester. As