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1.“‘We must strive to be like the moon.’ An old man in Kabati repeated this sentence often to people who walked past his house on their way to the river to fetch water, to hunt, to tap palm wine; and to their farms. I remember asking my grandmother what the old man meant. She explained that the adage served to remind people to always be on their best behavior and to be good to others. She said that people complain when there is too much sun and it gets unbearably hot, and also when it rains too much or when it is cold. But, she said, no one grumbles when the moon shines. Everyone becomes happy and appreciates the moon in their own special way. Children watch their shadows and play in its light, people gather at the square to tell stories and dance through the night. A lot of happy things happen when the moon shines. These are some of the reasons why we should want to be like the moon.” (Beah 29)

As a boy, Ishmael has heard stories and proverbs about the moon. An old man in his village would say, “We must strive to be like the moon.” (Pg. 16) Ishmael’s grandmother explained that no one complained when the moon was present. Children would play and

"You're one of the clean black people, so my grandma says it's OK if I play with you," my childhood friend said to me. What did that mean, "clean black people?" Are some of us dirty? I knew her comment was an insult, but my 7-year-old mind tied itself into knots trying to figure out a response. I had none. I just said "Oh" and we started playing with my Barbies."

comment: Why does he say be like the moon if the adage is pertaining to the people's behavior when the moon is out?

“On the last night, with my trunk packed and my car sold to the grocer, I went over and looked at that huge incoherent failure of a house once more. On the white steps an obscene word, scrawled by some boy with a piece of brick, stood out clearly in the moonlight, and I erased it, drawing my shoe raspingly along the stone. Then I wandered down to the beach and sprawled out on the sand.

At home Mauricio had the TV going though he was staring intently outside the window. He studied every crevice and crater of the round and shining moon this evening. Regardless how many imperfections he could count with his naked eye, the moon was beautiful to him and none of its imperfections mattered. He held the phone ready to answer in his hand. He remained wide-eyed keeping

On a warm, sunny Texas afternoon I walked through the Southlake strip mall. In the air a pungent odor danced around me. My hand went immediately to my nose, to block out the smell. The sun’s heat came glaring down at me as I shielded my hands in front of my face to keep the ray of light from hurting my sensitive eyes. The clouds seemed to dance across the vibrant blue sky. The pounding of my feet echoed across the

“JAZMINE!” Mom screamed from her bathroom. My eyes slowly cracked open. The shower could be heard slowly turning on as my mother got ready for the day. The sun was shinning through my curtains. Why didn’t I shut them the night before? I glanced over to my nightstand,

Sadly the planet was not in either of there hands and it ran rampant without order or logic. Creatures who formed on the planet were called Demons or Tagradorians, in their formal language. After hundreds of years, the planet had not made any progress in helping itself. Finally the hatred combusted and exploded! Moon and Sun were sadly caught in the cross fire! Giving Moon many burnt black wounds. Darker than any abyss they had ever seen. Moon collapsed from his normal orbit in pain. His entire left side was paralyzed. This new side of Moon was as we know, ‘the shadow of the moon’. Sun named him Stormy because the uncreative ‘the shadow of the moon’ was far too long. Stormy shared everything with Moon including Moon’s beautiful heart. Moon’s heart made Stormy unwillingly kind and friendly. However, sometimes the pure darkness of Stormy’s genetics strikes their heart like a storm covering the moon, making Stormy

Charity lay there a minute and then got up to pee. As she walked toward the woods, she looked up at the moon- a halo surrounded it, but in the center, there appeared to be the shadow of a man… She stared at the moon a moment, trying to separate the man figure from the other

The jury was getting their decision ready to report back to the courtroom and give the final results. I was sweating and so was Officer Paul. Before the jury came back out English yelled out “Paul is guilty. #BlackLivesMatter”

Throughout his essay, he refers to going to the moon as the perfect example of this. He begins by explaining, “The moon was always measured in terms of hope and reassurance,” (Sevareid 312). In this he is alluding to the many references to the moon in literatures and arts throughout history. Sevareid believes the romantic power the moon has had over man in jeopardy by scientists and engineers who seek only power over the communists. Sevareid continues, “Children sent sharp, sweet wishes to the moon; now they dream of blunt-nosed missiles,” (Sevareid 312). He describes the shift he sees in what children think in when the see the moon. Before they saw something beautiful that was only tamable by the imagination and now they see it as something that can be achieved by the good American ingenuity they have grown up learning about. Sevareid thinks this will inevitably cause turmoil to fall upon

“I’m tired physically and emotionally. I swear to God I love this city, but I wonder if this city loves me. In uniform, I get nasty, hateful looks, and out of uniform some consider me as a threat (Grinberg, 2016).” Those were the words posted by on Facebook by Montrell Jackson, an African-American police officer in Louisiana a few days before his assassination. CNN, a popular news sources released actual photos of the screenshot of his Facebook post. Jackson was murdered in an ambush by a shooter on July 17, 2016. Gavin Long, the suspect, was also an African-American male. Evidence suggests that long was furious, outraged, and disappointed in the Criminal Justice system (Grinberg, 2016). As a result, Long decided to take matters into his own hands. This incident is proof that police officers are faced with hardships daily and they must always expect the unexpected. It is also proof that the Criminal Justice system could use improvement, but violence is not the answer. Saying that, police officers understand that the moment they put on their badge, their duty is to serve and protect. Many police departments are currently working on reconstructing their public image and public perceptions so that they can become more appealing (McNeeley & Grothoff, 2015). Although police officers may be often misunderstood and judged improperly, the correlation between racial

I feel restless. I've been too reckless with my words. This feeling is heavier than a neutron star. It persists like an annoying toothache. I need some water, but I continue to lie in bed. Nothing seems to fascinate me more than my night light right now.….

I really shouldn’t have been walking in high heels, but Susina had called and asked me to come over as soon as I could, and she had sounded urgent. So, there I was, walking down the sidewalk in my work clothes because I didn’t have time to stop at home. The things I do for my best friend. My ankles were starting to ache, and the thick blanket of summer heat was doing nothing to alleviate my nerves. I studied the numbers on the row of quaint houses.