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Last night I watched my father wrap a rope around an innocent man’s neck and watch him kick the chair beneath him because he was just trying to fight for what he believes in.
His name was Will. He was 18. He is dead. For my father this isn't a big deal. For my father he is only one of many. My father is a slave owner, he owns a thousand acres with a massive house and near a hundred slaves.
I am raised to be just like my father. He teaches me every day. I’m sure he will expect me to take over the plantation one day when he is old or dead. But that's where he’s wrong…
I absolutely hate my father, I believe what he does is wrong. I never tell him how i feel though because I'm afraid of what he will do to me. Some ways I’m like the slaves, i
In the world, there exist people who have beliefs strong enough that they are willing do die for them. Their convictions may be for their country, their family, or their religion. Some people chose to die for their beliefs while others are just objects of fate and die because of their beliefs while in the hands of others. For example, American soldiers don't often chose to die. They die because they are standing up for what they believe in and are killed because they are protecting what they believe in. They know they can potentially die but don't take their own lives. On the other hand, suicide bombers offer themselves fully as they kill themselves for their beliefs. People have been standing up and fighting for their beliefs for centuries in order to defend and protect their valued views. If they die protecting their sentiments, then they have died noble deaths. In Greek Literature, two women face their fates of dying by defending what they believe in. Ipheigeneia loves her father and in order to win the Trojan War, she must be sacrificed. She resists her fate at first but as expected she allows her father to do the necessary. Ipheigeneia is sacrificed. Additionally, Antigone faces her fate defending her brother Polyneices. He was murdered by his own brother; however, he was considered a traitor since he returned from exile and therefore was not allowed be buried properly. Antigone felt as his sister she must give him the proper burial. Kreon -the king of Thebes- was furious and sentenced her to death Later, he changes his decision but it is too late as she has taken her own life. These young, brave women are obviously similar while maintaining differences in their deaths.
Growing up with a father who blamed me for the death of his wife which of course broke through any happiness, care or love he felt for me his own son. My house was always filled with dark gloomy colors and we never really had guests over at all. My father was a mystery most people but in his job he had power over people because they were frightened by his just by his presence. It was a very rare pleasure filled with fright when we spoke and I can only think of one time where I got a hint of positive feeling from him. It was a dark, rainy gloomy day and the house never held a promise for the future so I was constantly bored and decided to read some old books from my father’s dusty library. There I sat with a book in hand picking up any knowledge that I possibly could and he walked in and said to me “Montressor, you impress me with act of trying to do something useful”, I replied to him with the only thing I could ever say to him, yes sir. I can only remember the constant hate I would receive from him and it made me think that I would never please
Moreover, Frederick Douglass never ever in his entire life did he get to see his White father. Well he only knew that his father was but, nothing else. But he believed that’s his White father was his master. His master’s name was Aaron Anthony. So when Frederick Douglass was left abounded he had to leave with his grandmother to a plantation in Maryland. When Douglass the age of seven he started to witness slavery and racism. He witnessed firsthand brutal painful whippings to his fellow friends.
Eulogy for Son The Death of a Child. Not many people realize that the death of a child is NOT in accordance with God’s NORMAL scheme of things. It is not a natural. God did not mean for a child to go first. A child buries the parent.
My mother was kind and gentle, but my father was always angry and would lash out at my siblings, my mother, and me. As a child I was always in fear of what he might do. My mother would try to confert us, but it never worked. Night after night he would come in from the barn and hit us. Fear had taken over my childhood, I would never want anyone to go through the same thing as me. Even though it was extremely traumatic it prepared me for horrors of war.
While in jail my dad cut hair when he was there. I would get my hair cut when I went to visit and sit in the visiting room with my dad. When he was lining up my head focusing on the line I could hear him breath deeply. As he is cutting my hair his hands are gently moving my head in better positions for him. For the only time I asked my dad why he was put in jail. He said "I was doing bad things and the bad things I did had consequences that allow me to not be in your life right now."
My father had no way to justify what had occurred, but only said, “I have to respect his decisions,” as he saw the sad look on my brother’s face.
...eight years old when my father was murdered. It is almost impossible to describe the pain of losing a parent to a senseless murder.…But even as a child one thing was clear to me: I didn't want the killer, in turn, to be killed. I remember lying in bed and praying, 'Please, God. Please don't take his life too.' I saw nothing that could be accomplished in the loss of one life being answered with the loss of another. And I knew, far too vividly, the anguish that would spread through another family -- another set of parents, children, brothers, and sisters thrown into grief."55
Today, the most difficult day in my family’s life, we gather to say farewell to our son, brother, fiancé and friend. To those of you here and elsewhere who know Dylan you already are aware of the type of person he was and these words you will hear are already in your memory. To those who were not as fortunate, these words will give you a sense of the type of man he was and as an ideal for which we should strive. My son has been often described as a gentle soul. He was pure of heart and had great sensitivity for the world around him. He had a way with people that made them feel comfortable around him and infected others to gravitate toward him. Dylan exuded kindness and pulled generosity and altruism out from everyone he touched. He was everyone's best friend.
Another experience of my father’s losses that I like to mention is from wartime. War between our country and Iraq. During that time town almost was empty because it had been attacked by air force, and continued. One time as a result of the bombing my father’s house was destroyed, when we became aware every body rushed to the town and home, what we saw was an unforgettable scene, all doors, windows and walls were ruined and scattered and massed inside the house. Some furniture plus all rugs were safe, but my father touched nothing; he leaned to a wall and was gazing in space. After a short time he said, “leave all these stuff here. I do not need anything, leave them for people.” and turned back to the village. First days he was angry, sometimes he was silent and sometimes yelling at every body and for everything, but the main target of his rush and his offenses was the government. He was swearing to governors and the leader all the time. Then he turned to sadness, but it did not last long and during an interval of war he rebuilt his house.
Before I begin I would like to thank all of you here on behalf of my mother, my brother and myself, for your efforts large and small to be here today, to help us mark my fathers passing.
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Today was such a hard day, because I have to see my mother married my father’s brother only a month after he died. It is very depressive having to go through this, I don’t hate them though, of course they are my family but I don’t agree with them. They could have wait, they could stayed alone or marry somebody else but that was disrespect toward my father who was always carrying and loving. I am really upset with my uncle for killing my father he was an amazing man, his own wife and brother dishonored him with such thing they have
Strength, independence, and perseverance are some of the positive traits my father taught me along with several negative traits such as anger, distrust for others, and hatred toward men. My mom was a single mother from the start. As she delivered me, he sat inside of a jail cell. When he was out of the penitentiary, he would run away from his family to do drugs and meet women. He would often walk out on us without any warning and return at any time. I did not understand, especially as a child, how significant of an impact his vanishing act would bestow upon me. I grew to be distrusting of others, because if my dad would let me down, then so would everyone else. I became bitter at the world and everyone it encompassed. I blamed my father’s mistakes on the world and believed that the world’s influence made my father do drugs, prefer all of the other women to my mom, and spend more time in jail than he did in his own home. Being neglected by my father, seeing how his bad decisions not only hurt him but also his loved ones around him, and witnessing my mother struggle to raise my brother and me caused me to mature at an early age, and shaped my belief that I could not depend on anyone but myself in order to live a happy life.
A great many of my cousins were either studying or had a profession in business, and he expected the same of me. He demanded that I take economics classes and uphold the tradition, but I’d never found finances or economics to be particularly interesting. Instead, I wanted to devote my future to biology. I spoke up against my dad’s opinion, but this time, my disobedience lit his fuse, and he exploded into a