Red ribbon

Background Red Ribbon is a national event dignifying Enrique “Kiki” Camarena who was a Drug Enforcement Administration special agent. He was abducted, tortured, and killed in 12985 by drug traffickers. When this story made public, “Camarena Clubs” were launched in high schools in California, and hundreds of students vowed to live Drug Free Lives. Two the members in the “Camarena Clubs” presented the “Camerena Club Proclamation” to first Lady Nancy Reagan, bringing it attention from across the nation

Red Ribbon Week began after the kidnapping, torture, and murder of DEA agent Camarena in 1985. Camarena had been working undercover for Guadalajara, Mexico for over four years. His efforts led to a tip that resulted in the discovery of a multimillion-dollar narcotics manufacturing operation in Chihuahua, Mexico. They kidnapped Camarena and his pilot, Captain Alfredo Zavala-Avelar taken separately on the same day.Soon, representatives of the Mexican Federal Judicial Police (MFJP) presented a tip to

Journal #3 Unassigned Topic Red Ribbon Week really stuck with me all throughout my life. Majority of my family members smokes marijuana and I choose not to. My twin sister and I broke the generational curse. I chose to be drug free because I want more for my life. I have lost a lot of friends because I did want to go out and party with them. I’m so glad that my mother raised me to be a leader and not a follower. In high school there was numerous of things taking place on and off campus, but I had

Introduction On August 17, 2015, I had the opportunity to attend Fayetteville Technical Community College’s (FTCC) ribbon cutting of their campus cafeteria. Not only was the ribbon cutting taking place, but the revealing of the campus cafeteria name was designated for this event as well. Trojan Eatery, symbolic of the campus mascot, was derived from Michael Morrison a student who submitted the winning name of the new cafeteria. This paper discusses my reflection of a community group visit as it relates

tied above his head with a red ribbon to the bed frame. His knees pulled apart by the same red ribbons to each bedpost made his legs open wide and his ass slightly forward, made his hole and cute little cock available for the world to see. His feet hanging, and it 's so cute to see him curling up his feet because of sudden sensation from the blowing wind. I always love red. So now i decorated my present in red color too. Red ribbon to covers his eyes. Another red ribbon to covers his mouth. He is

them often reflects part of their character. The number three is seen numerous times throughout the story. Aura can only stay for three days at a time. There are three parts to General Llorente?s memoirs. These three sections are each bound by a ribbon that is one of the three primary colors. There are three types of animals roaming the house. Felipe eats three evening meals that consist of the same three foods, liver, tomatoes, and onions. Felipe lights three matches when he goes looking for Aura

Finally, the way breast cancer activism and the experience of the disease have been framed has created a detrimental survivor discourse, which has done little to actually empower women with breast cancer. These phenomena, as seen in the film Pink Ribbons, Inc. and beyond, show how ‘pink culture' has become a distraction from meaningful progress by creating a superficial sense of awareness and activism though marketing and commodification. There is deep irony in the fact that the

What's the problem with pink? In Elisabeth Camp’s article “The Socio-Aesthetics of Pink”, the author explains her hate of the color pink. The author wrote the article because she was worried about her daughter's love for pink which she believes has an influence on her growth. She believes pink has become a color that differentiates a girl from a boy, therefore creating a gap between genders. However, the author failed to address the psychological problems pink might have on girls. In the article

as my legs could carry me, but before I could reach him, the world around me transformed and I was alone once more. I was outside, in front of my climbing tree, around its trunk was the ribbon. I hated this ribbon and wished with all my might that I could tear it down. It was the yellow service ribbon- a, "ribbon of waiting" my mother used to call it. It was nothing but a reminder, a signal to everyone around us. All it did was mock me with its presence, mocked me with the cruel reminder that the

pink ribbons. Every cancer seems to have its own color ribbon and ever disease that is unbeknown to man has its own color ribbon. Sometimes, the thought occurs to me that sometimes it raises more of a fashion statement then awareness. The ribbon I would like to discuss today is the pink one. I think it’s safe to say that everyone already knows what type of cancer the pink one represents; breast cancer. The intent of this literature is to peel back the layers of fads and pretty pink ribbons and expose