Thursday, March 22, 2012

English Essay


Since the beginning of slavery, “The Blacks” were treated unequally. By the look of the society during the past few decades; it seemed that racism was on the verge of ending, but againracism appeared in the headlines, “Parents Of Slain Florida Teen To March In NYC In Call For Justice.” This article is about a black teenage boy named Trayvon Martin who gets shot and killed by a Hispanic man named George Zimmerman. He was a community appointed watchman and the reason he shot the boy was because he thought Trayvon Martin was acting “suspicious”. I believe that an incident like this will repeat itself for the following reasons.



First of all, color usually affects one’s perspective in regards to an individual. Trayvon Martin was misjudged because of his racial background. Solely, this proves that prejudice always leads to injustice. Just take this incident as an example: A white Hispanic male shooting and killing an unarmed, under age, and an honored student just because he was black and wearing a hood under the rain. Guess what was so suspicious? Trayvon Martin was hooded and was carrying a can of ice tea and a bog of skittles under the rain. If this behavior alerts a watchman, then any kid would look dangerous to him.



Secondly, we have failed to be better than those who commit these violations by not acknowledging the errors or by toning down the incident. It does not lie only on the shoulders of the police or authorities, but also on neighbors, witnesses, and society to raise alarm and push the cart to go on the right direction: Liberty and Justice For All. (American Allegiance to the Flag)



Also, I believe that the gender influenced the reaction of the watchman. Think of like this; if the watchman would have been a woman, the approach on the boy would have been different. A woman’s advancements towards the stranger would have been more calm and subtle than a man’s because a man feels superior and inclined to cause violence. Therefore, we will see many other incidents that will contain such injustices and disputes because it is assimilated into our society with stereotypes that do not fade away; it is also coded in our genes as we are men that are prone to violence and letting our pride get the best of us.



We shouldn’t take action if we are unable to make any kind of intelligent judgment. Unfortunately, our pride and stubbornness would always lead us on the wrong direction: the racist and sexist that will eventually end in a calamity. We do not understand or ignore part of a whole; nevertheless, we jump to the conclusion and execute a “solution” that will in most occasions be incorrect. Although many people believe racism was over, it is always going to be an issue in every part of the world.


Thursday, March 15, 2012

To Kill A Mockingbird Chapter 8


Time elapsed in Maycomb County and it is now the middle of summer. But a bizarre thing happened today—it was the middle of a sweltering summer—and it was snowing. I thought that the world’s end was imminent after looking at the snow.

Jem and I went outside to make a snow man; we were meticulous moving the snow from Miss. Maudie’s front yard to ours. We made the snow man, and when we ran out of snow we used mud instead.

Time passed and it was nearly time to eat dinner. Jem and I couldn’t wait for Atticus to come, therefore, we called him. When he came, we showed him the snow man. After looking at it for some good minutes, he lionized Jem for his creativity in mind. However, there was dissention over the snow man we made in our neighborhood. Our neighbor, Miss Maudie, had a different opinion: “…. Erected an absolute morphodite in the yard!”

At night, Atticus woke me up and told me to get dressed. I didn’t apprehend why he woke me up but I followed him. I walked with him for a few meters, then suddenly, I noticed Miss. Maudie’s house burning. Her house was a total calamity! Atticus told Jem and me to go to the Boo Radley place. When we were going to the place we saw Mr. Avery shackled in one of the windows of Miss. Maudie. I was shivering like mad because I was scared that Mr. Avery was going to die. Some villagers conspired to get Mr. Avery out of the window and some were helping the state fireman put the fire out. When I heard that Mr. Avery was out and safe, I could relax and breathe easily. We stayed there until the fire was out. Atticus called us in for a hot cup of hot chocolate.

Jem and I went home and the first question Atticus asked us was: “Were did you get that blanket?” I looked at Jem, but he looked even more puzzled than I was. Suddenly, Jem’s face changed and he started to spill out all the secrets that he, Dill, and I had kept. He told Atticus about the Boo Radley games and everything. All Atticus said was: “Do, not let this inspire you to further glory, Jeremy.”

I felt like throwing up went Jem held the blanket in-front of me. Today was full of mixed emotions because I was disappointed at first because I didn’t see Boo Radley sneaking up behind me but I was glad that Miss. Maudie and Mr. Avery were alright. I wish that a disastrous day like today will never again happen in Maycomb County.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Letter to Lily


Dear Lily,



  It has been four years already since we’ve seen each other. Time elapses so fast…. Lily, I’m now a high ranked lawyer in Tiburon, all the colored villagers lionize me. I was thankful for the villagers’ support but without Mr. Forrest’s help, I wouldn’t be a lawyer in Tiburon. As you know--work for Negros like me were shackled in Tiburon. Eight-teen years ago, he assisted me by giving me law books that he finished using, although being a lawyer was a bizarre thing to do at that time.

This “lawyer” thing was the second idea that came in mind after you when desegregation seemed imminent. I always had a meticulous check on my back to see if someone was following me because some of the white villagers had dissensions about a Negro lawyer like me. During the days, when I was studying to be a lawyer, there was a point I felt scared. I felt villagers around me would conspire to have my dreams of becoming a lawyer halted. There were newspapers that said “A Negro person tries to become a lawyer but gets apprehended by the police,” also it said that many others were arraigned, interrogated and beaten by the white villagers. Some days it seemed like we lived in total anarchy. This was assimilating all the bad impressions, it was frightening for me and I nearly gave up because I didn’t want to end up like those people, tangled in a calamity brought on me due to my pursuits. Nevertheless, I was going to be a lawyer—as long as you are in my mind. The one that motivated me was you. You told me that one day we will be together, I was thinking about those words and made a turbulent journey—look at me now; I’m a high ranked lawyer.

 Tiburon is as usual with sweltering summers, but without you I feel a hole in my life. I miss you terribly Lily and by the way, I read your new book “The Other Side.” It’s great! I liked how you put my name as the main character. I hope to see you soon Lily, and come and visit—me, August, June, Neil and the bee house—over the winter!


Love Zach