The White Throut: The Awakening

David R. Roediger displays the history of how the theory of “whiteness” has evolved throughout the years in America in his book, The Wages of Whiteness. According to Roediger, “whiteness” is much a constructed identity as “blackness” or any other. He argues that this idea of “whiteness” has absolutely nothing to do with the advantage of the economy, but that it is a psychological racial stereotype that was created by white men themselves. He claims that it is definitely true that racism should be set in class and economic contexts, also stating that “this book will argue that working class formation and the systematic development of a sense of whiteness, went hand in hand for the U.S white working class.” Roediger basically lays out the fact that “working class ‘whiteness’ and “white supremacy” are ideological and psychological creations of the white working class itself.

Rather than merely examining the affects of racism on people of color, the book turns its attention to whiteness and how a system of white privilege, supported and perpetuated by whites, also damages whites by inhibiting them from making meaningful connections with other human beings. Until I almost reached the end of this book I was uncomfortable and disturbed by the way the book made me feel. As a white male, I am aware of the pain that my ancestors have created for others to advance the free world. I have pain for those who suffered and disagree with actions that were taken by my white predecessors. But I believed that we are now in a much more advanced world where we have chosen the first black president and equality was a focus of most Americans. Identifying with my culture as currently being a white supremacist society is something I have never considered, or would not want to consider. In Neuliep, within the Coudon and Yousef’s Value orientations, we perceive the human nature orientation within the United States with people being essentially rational. This term, rational, can be somewhat subjective. And if we continue with the same value system, and look from ‘the self’ values, we foster our self-identities from the influence of our culture’s values. If we are to reflect truthfully to how our country evolved and what we ‘had to do’ to create our freedom by limiting the freedom of other, how would we then perceive

The poem, “The Fish”, starts with the narrator fishing in her “little rented boat”, and catching a “tremendous” fish. The narrator right of the bat realizes that this fish she caught is really different from what she is used to. Unlike most fish, this fish “didn’t fight”, which led her to further study the fish in greater detail describing him as “battered and venerable”. After examining him thoroughly and finding “five old pieces of fish-line”, she understands that this fish is older, and has definitely survived many difficult ordeals in his lifetime. This conclusion allows her to build respect and empathy towards the fish. The new found feelings towards the fish , along “the pool of bilge where oil had spread a rainbow”, caused her to have

The last line in the introductory chapter of "The Matter of Whiteness" written by Richard Dyer states “Thus it is that the paradoxes and instabilities of whiteness also constitute its flexibility and productivity, in short, its representational power” boils down to the unusual nature (some contradictory) that makes white people who they are and what they do allows. This unusualness allows for white people to be free (of labels, of master etc.) and thus maintain power. A quote my argument enhances ”Switzerland north of Germany and Scotland (1987: 209). Such places had a number of virtues the clarity and cleanliness of the air the rigor demanded by the cold the Enterprise required by the harness of the terrain and climate the sublime Soul elevating beauty of mountain vistas even greater nearness to God above and the presence of the whitest thing on earth snow. All these virtues could be seen to have formed the white character its energy, enterprise, discipline and spiritual evolution and even the white body

and other fish, of which they took good store, of which every family had their portion. All the summer

“Mama I don’t want to go” I said, “They are whites, what if they make fun of me for not knowing English?”

from the massive wounds. His face covered with a few superficial cuts and bruises. And in his head, he was just a dead man walking, well laying. He once again pulled at his restrains, deciding to try again, them ripping at his already bloody wrists. He eventually gave up, once again, and examined his surrounds, as if they weren't already carved into his brain: To the left sat a small metal tray, on a stand, filled with scalpels, hand saws, hunting knifes, anything sharp and painful really. To the right was a blank wall, well that's what it would be if not for the meat hooks with stray

In the novel, things Fall Apart by, Chinua Achebee examines the impact of white colonization on the Igbo people of Nigeria, depicted through the protagonist Okonkwo. Known as the greatest warrior amongst the people of his Umofian clan and the nine neighboring villages, Okonkwo is a brash and violent man that see’s most of his family and fellow villagers as citizens not living up to the standards of Igbo culture. Although Okonkwo’s violent actions and bold personality are what define a warrior of his caliber, it is those same traits that the Igbo people consider sin and the White Christian European missionaries consider ignorance that will cause Okonkwo to fall apart. The story begins with insight as to how Okonkwo gained his title as, the

The flea sucked blood from both of them so he represented three lives; the narrator’s, his love interest, and its own. He convinced her that even though their blood was mingled inside the flea no one could ever call it “a sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead.” He later expressed his jealousy of the flea tasting her without having to woo her. He believed he should be entitled to the same privilege.

The entire kingdom rejoiced when the Queen became pregnant, but she soon fell deathly ill. The knights looked for the magical flower the witch used and found it and brought it back the to the castle, where it was made into a potion and given to the Queen. Miraculously, the Queen recovered and soon gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who had shining golden hair: Rapunzel.

Once upon a time in a dark and forbidden forest there was a Kingdom of fairies, in that kingdom lived a young, beautiful fairy. Her name was Faylinn. Faylinn has many friends her best friend is, Rusalka. Faylinn has deer like antlers she wears a green wooden dress and her eyes are blue. She has her hair up in a bun with twigs and flowers-braided in. Rusalka is a mermaid like sprite, with purple, and blue hair. She has sea shells collected in her hair with a bright green skirt. She has bright hazel eyes and wears a conscience shell around her neck. One day at 12 in the morning, her father the king of the fairies, called in his daughter to be the keeper of the Magical Heart. King Tabitha wished for his daughter, “Faylinn.”

Once upon a time, when magic was still in common use, on the far side of the world there lived a King and Queen of a fair but isolated realm, situated beyond a great chain of mountains, whose snow-capped peaks cast long shadows into the valley below when the sun rose at morning. The King and Queen had only one daughter, whom they loved very much, for they had been married a long time and it was thought they might never bring forth a child. When she was born there was rejoicing throughout the realm. The peasants celebrated the joy of their sovereign with gifts of hydrangea-blossoms and honeyed cakes, left on the great staircase in front of the palace, while the local nobility brought gifts in tribute, of jeweled baubles and damask draperies fit for the bedroom of a princess. The King in his happiness declared that the princess, whom he named Anatine, had brought such joy to the kingdom that he would never wish to see her unhappy therefore it was declared that, contrary to custom, when it came time for her to marry the girl would have the right to refuse any suitor whom she did not find pleasing. He made this declaration to his subjects while standing on the great staircase, in sight of all he swore as an oath that the girl herself should have choice of whom she would wed.

She had ran into the forest! *Dwarfs point of view* I saw a beautiful woman run by I quickly stopped her but her hair was as black as coal, and her eyes were as brown as chocolate her skin looked some what pale. I heard birds chirp from her presence, she looked like a princess out of a fairy tale. She could take anyone’s breath away, I rubbed my eye I never have

Now the young woman stays bound to her four fairies. The black fairy stays close to the girl. Her blue fairy often disappearing and the white

This love was not meant to be, on separate pieces of land, they dreamed of a life together. They tried many times to get to each other’s side, but every time they failed. Everyday they would come to the edge of their side and talk for hours on end, but one day the young beautiful maiden had not shown up. The handsome prince grew sad and waited. He waited for a month.