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My First Kiss
I was five. He was six. When we first found out we had to hold hands during the second scene of the Christmas Pageant we both had the same response, “EW Gross!”
Josh and I had known each other basically all of our lives. Our grandparents were friends, our parents were friends and even our siblings were friends. It was as if we were destine to be friends too because of family genes.
Every Sunday afternoon, after church, me, my parents, my grandparents and my brother along with Josh’s parents, grandparents, and brother, would all go to Josh’s house. It was a ritual that started back as early as I can remember and still is carried out today.
The parents would chat over coffee, our older siblings would ride their bikes and Josh and I would play in the sandbox. “Let’s play house.” I would always say. To which Josh responded, “No way. House is for girls. Let’s play ninjas. HIYA!” So we made a compromise. I was the mommy, the cat was the baby and Josh was the “ninja” daddy.
When you’re five years old you don’t really think of boys as boys or girls as girls. Other kids are just your friends, whether they wear a pink dress or blue slacks. Never before did I really think of Josh as a boy till I was forced to hold his hand in the pageant.
Both of us whined and complained and if my memory severs my correctly, Josh threw an out right tantrum about the whole scene. Yet still we were forced to stand there hand in hand.
It was performance night and our parents came back stage for a pep talk. My mom fixed my frilled dress and Josh’s mom straightened his hair and both of our mothers basically told us to go out there and smile whether we liked it or not.
The time for our big scene came. We waited in the wings for our cue and finally we were pushed out on stage.
The book opens with the statement, “I was not there, yet I was there. No, I did not go to the trial, I did not hear the verdict, because I knew all the time what it would be” (Gaines 1). This is said by Grant. He is the narrator of this story. This is a very powerful statement to open the book with, because it shows exactly how race was treated during this time. By saying this, it is clear how Grant feels about the situation. This is a quote directly related to race. Even without actually mentioning race within the sentence. He already knows what the courtroom is going to say. He already knows that Jefferson will be found guilty, even if he was not. Grant knows that the men that would be making the decision are all white men. This means that because Jefferson is black, he will be found guilty. And because of this, since Grant is black too, he feels as he was also there. Three people were in the alcohol store. A white man and two black men lay dead, only one man is left standing, and he is also black. Grant already knows how this is going to look to the jury.
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But then you can’t just determine one’s gender because of that, there are lots of girls who loves boys clothe or rather who loves being boyish, but are not gay and there are boys who actually behave feminine, have a tiny voice, loves to wear tight pants and they are still straight. In the reading “‘No Way My Boys Are Going to Be Like That!’: Parents’ Responses to Children’s Gender Nonconformity” by Emily Kane, she talks about how parents determine their kids ' gender and sex, how parents are the major teacher when it comes to gender and of their children, through clothes, toys and other things they purchase for them. They teach the girls to behave like girls, wear them pink dresses and the boy dresses as heroes: superman, batman… in this reading, some parents talked about how they are ok with their daughters behaving boyish and not ok with the boys playing with Barbie dolls. I ask what is the difference between boys and girls, there are so many things boys do and girls do too, there is Bill Gate and there is Christy Walton, there is Michael Jackson and there is Beyoncé, Messi and Alex Morgan. All I am saying is that everyone, men or women, boy or girl can also be great in life not minding their
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While physical characteristics may clearly define one’s gender, race, or even social status, it is often one significant moment in one’s life when their gender is truly decided. The first five years of my life consisted of my younger sister and I imitating our mother, playing with dolls, and dressing each other up. As my sister was the main person that I played with, gender never really crossed my mind. Even when I started preschool and kindergarten, boys were not boys to me; they were simply new friends and more people to play with. At that moment in my life, I was just Jackie Goldsmith, I stood in the “girls’ lines” at school, and wore pink dresses and ribbons in my hair to church on Sunday.
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