Personal Narrative-Only White Women Must Apply

At this point, Anne found herself searching for answers. Not only about racial tensions but about her developing body. She was entering a new phase in her life, where

When Jeannette begins school in Welch, an African American girl Dinitia Hewitt and her friends harassed and beat up Jeannette for being scrawny and filthy. She is constantly made fun of because it is apparent that she lives in poverty. The other children do not accept other that aren’t like them and Jeannette is no exception. Her worn clothes and grimy hair are like a neon sign shouting about her life in poverty which makes Jeannette an easy target to bullies. Jeannette tries very hard to stand up for herself, however, the bullying only stops once other realize that living in poverty and being different was not Jeannette’s

Anne's was a life filled with significant events. The trial and home confinement of her father was the most significant of her childhood. The education she received from her father at this time would prepare her well for her own trial. She had a deep confidence in

Anne struggles with her identity and developing herself as a person. Anne believes that she is a good person but because of her confinement she is not able to reach her full potential. Anne never get the chance to reach her full potential and never gets the chance of becoming the good person she has in mind.

All throughout time people have been “the other.” Pratt refers to the other as being “Someone who is perceived by the dominant culture as not belonging, as they have been

At this period in her life, Anne was just beginning to expose herself to the issues surrounding race-relations and efforts by African American organizations to improve the status of southern blacks. After she heard of Emmett Till’s murder from a group of students, she began to discuss the NAACP and other topics with her teacher Mrs. Rice (who was fired by the school at the end of the year). This brief educational experience transformed Anne’s feelings toward southern whites from resentment to unbridled hatred. More importantly, it instilled in her a perception of the black community as weak and cowardly (for their refusal to confront white bigotry and violence). For Anne and many young African Americans who would eventually join the Civil Rights Movement (either through the NAACP, CORE, or SNCC), it was difficult to understand the submissiveness and resignation of the older generation of southern blacks (i.e., their parents and grandparents). This quotation in particular expresses two implicit questions that stick with Anne for the rest of the book: Why do older blacks not seem to care about their conditions? How can they stand idly by while their own people are being assaulted and

To begin, Anne was a selfless, outgoing, and positive young girl that had to live in hiding. Anne was always positive during the time of the war,

Would you stay silent when society punishes you for it's faults? In the book Coming of Age in Mississippi by Anne Moody, tells of a story of a girl told to remain silent and unseen. She lives in Mississippi of early 1940's. Anne Moody stayed on a plantation with her heart breaking mother, brutal father. and infant brother.

As Anne progresses through her life she sees significant anti-discrimination legislation had been passed. Anne’s poverty-stricken family worked on plantations until her father had deserted them. From then on to supplement her family’s meager income, Anne and her mother worked as maids for various white families. Anne and her family often worked

We had to go through training just to be able to handle the mental and emotional torment we would endure, going into this school. It was finally time to enter. We were removed among heavy riots the second. We were going to enter successfully the third time. We were determined. We walked into the school, surrounded by the U.S. federal troops, white people rioting all around us, yelling, cursing, even throwing things. “You don’t belong here!” I heard someone shout from the crowd. “Go back to picking cotton,” I heard from another. All we wanted was an equal education and this is how we are treated. We are ridiculed and tormented for trying to be productive members of society. Everyone stares at me, laughing because they don’t believe in me, frowning because they’re angry. None of them know us or what we’re capable of. We knew we weren’t welcome here but that didn’t stop us. Nothing was going to stop us from achieving equal rights for African Americans. We will open the door for all young African Americans who want equal education just like us. This moment of walking into chaos will change the world for us. This is one victory we can’t do without. I see the gates to hell opened, and walk into the belly of the

They lived in a shack with one room and a kitchen. Their daily diet consisted of dried beans and biscuits because they couldn’t afford meat. When Anne started school her mother could not afford to buy clothes so Anne wore the same outfits 2-3 times a week. As Anne grew up she wanted to help relieve some of the family’s financial burdens so she got small jobs to help out. Soon Anne was making as much as her mother.

The culture I was exposed to as a child was marked by Sundays in church, home cooked southern food, and at least one TV in the house always playing Fox News, droning on and on about the state of our nation.

Life was to challenging for a young African American boy like me. My mother always yelling at me, “Jonathan stay inside, you are more safe in here!” People tell me I am different in a bad way. But when I try to enjoy my life, I am told to leave. I can not go to many places, as they have many signs saying, “No Negroes Allowed” Or when I am able to live a normal life, I am separated and put into a certain spot. Life was very challenging, but as life went on and I went to school, I gained more knowledge on what was really happening. The whites were being biased on African Americans. They thought they were better than us, and we were the minorities. This was very unconstitutional of them. I realized that we did not have the equality rights of others.

I am jaded. I feel empty on the inside. It’s difficult to even describe my feelings at the moment, especially after the recent events. As I wear this skin, fear and sorrow leaks from the depths of my soul. I feel numb. African American’s are persecuted and mistreated, and I am just supposed to take it? Yes, I am supposed to take it, or become another hashtag. This time, it will say #ANOTHERANGRYBLACKwoman. At work, I hear people talking about the recent homicides of black men, and it angers me. I sometimes wonder if I should speak up about the situations, or justify the actions of the police along with the white men, as the sip their coffee in the morning.

Anne, despite everything happening, she still found ways to do her school work and all of her lessons. She also did all of her chores while also overcoming all of the odds, she wrote a journal about all the things that have changed in her life about the