The Chicago: A Short Story

In Natures Metropolis: Chicago and the Great West William Cronon, the author, attempts to enlighten readers on the growth of cities and the relationship they have with the land they are built on. In other words, Cronon’s thesis comes from the belief that there is an observable bond between cities, and the ecosystems under and around them, namely Chicago and the western frontier of 19th century America. We will see that Cronon argues that human construction and taming of Earth’s resources is natural and is in tuned with the surrounding nature, land, and animals. This is accomplished by studying through the frontiers history from the research of journals, articles, and other recorded history of that time. While the information Cronon presented

In 1877 life in the cities of Cheyenne and Chicago were very different. Although they differed they had few things in common such as the use of newspapers for information. Another thing that both of the cities had in common was neither city had used electric lights yet. Also,both cities used trains as a mode of transportation.

The film, Chicago, revolves around the idea that American judicial system is merely one big show. It is not about seeking the truth and serving justice to the wronged; it is about appealing to the jury and presenting only the most favorable, beneficial facts. Roxie Hart is a wannabe jazz superstar, who does not mind sleeping her way to the top. Discontent with her lifestyle and boresome marriage, she enters into an illicit affair with Fred Casely. He promises her connections in the entertainment industry. However, as it turns out, her lover was lying and, plot twist, the man only wanted her for body. Infuriated by this, Roxie shoots him dead in a heat of passion. The rest of the film musical follows Roxie’s murder trial and provides an interesting view on the court system. The majority of the musical sequences consists of alternating between scenes of reality and the same scenario as spectacular stage performance.

In her play Chicago, Maurine Watkins incorporates several different themes that express the realities of the 1920’s. Some of these themes are more easily noticed than others. Among the more noticeable ones is the theme of manipulation. Watkins exemplifies the fact that manipulation was one of the most vital keys to success during this time period at several different points throughout the play. Through the encounters of Roxie Hart, Watkins shows that every character, with the exception of Amos, is manipulative and perform their lives in order to obtain success within the corrupted system.

Baseball in Chicago was very big it grew a lot in Chicago back then in the 1800’s.

This chapter identifies how geography happens to Black Chicagoans through social, political, economic, and spatial apparatuses that are mapped into and onto the landscape of Chicago (Shabazz, 2015). Unearthing how these processes become spatialized reveals the ways that they are also embedded in the memories and bodies of Black Chicagoans over various space-times. While my focal point for this thesis is the Chicago that the Black house community experience—specifically between 1972-1988—connecting the historical sociospatial linkages of Black geographies in Chicago is paramount, particularly back to the arrival of the second wave of Southern Black migrants who came to Chicago during the Great Migration . I begin with the arrival of the second

My capstone project was to go to Chicago and to see many high quality art in art museum and murals/monuments in public in the city. It was also to study the diverse art culture of Chicago.

The geography, gangs, and guns greatly contribute to the increasing crime rate in Chicago. Chicago’s geography is a centralized location which makes it a hub for guns and drug trades. Studies prove that gangs are located everywhere, allowing them to have unlimited access to drugs and guns. Since gangs are located just about everywhere it is hard for children to avoid the peer pressure of gang members. Typically, gangs are located in Chicago’s streets, street corners, business or residence districts, lake shore, railroads, and gullies.

The movie Chicago is a jazz type musical film full of murders, lies, sex and romance.

Some other inexpensive attractions in Chicago are the different museums and exhibits scattered around the downtown area.

I went to that city when I was ten...at the time I considered it “the biggest city ever”. Now 4 years later I am visiting there again. I never really imagined getting the chance to go to the extraordinary city of Chicago again. But I guess everything in life happens for a reason. So I decided, why not go again!

Around 9th grade, my friend Daniel rang the doorbell to my house. Tears started to pour down his face as he elucidated how he ran up to his room after hearing his father profusely yell at his mother. He listened to the plea of his mother’s voice until the commotion stopped with his mother’s deafening scream and the front door slamming to a close. Trembling, he called the police from his room and proceeded to run downstairs to witness his mother laying on the mahogany hardwood floor; her face and hands were covered in dark red gore. Recalling this situation left his face empty, like that of a soldiers when they remember friends getting killed in action, and his voice quavered with the words that he spoke. He knew how everything in his life was about to change forever.

I held her hand, feeling the love passing through, just like an electrical current. The mother and daughter stood, facing each other. I stared at my mother, counting all the wrinkles time carved deeply into her face, trying to seek any beauty left from the old days. Mother was old, she was exhausted from raising me up, and I am old enough to leave home and let her rest.

Today was funeral day. My mom’s funeral. It was a dark October thursday, the clouds were brewing a storm. A slight breeze disturbed my neck. My uncomfortable suit sleeves bellowed in the cold breeze.. I hadn’t felt any emotions since the day of her death, which was weeks ago, almost as if my emotion is grey. It was warm then, as my mind was too. Nowadays, up until today, my mind has been a dark fog, as if my mind was released into the sky, darkening everyone’s day, arriving at my mom’s funeral or just to cuddle up with their friends and family in front of a warm crackling fire, telling the stories of their childhood and how times were better. Not me, my dad usually ignored me and he only worked on managing my mom’s fortune. Yeah. My mom’s

As my mother came back into the room, that heavy-lunged breath which had ensnared us all, broke. She had only been gone a few moments, but it seemed as if nothing had happened for minutes. She carried a medium-sized rectangular box, which she placed on the floor next to me. I do not remember exactly what words were exchanged, but I do recall the pressure that seemed to bore into me from all angles as I, for the first time, opened a present with care. Inside was perhaps a small gift, some play toy to ensnare my emotions. But through the shreds