Without the black and the white pixels intermingling on the television screen you would have no picture. You would just have an entirely black or an entirely white screen. That wouldn’t be interesting at all. They need to be together to form the picture, to have meaning. Separated they mean nothing. I wish that people could look at the world like this. Separating the white and the black people doesn’t make sense. At least my Momma thinks that the segregation will end soon and hopefully she’s right.
Certain places that we cannot go are just ridiculous. I can’t even go to a ‘white’ library to get books because of the color of my skin. I was born and raised in the United States just like all of the whites around town. Yet, because I am still
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Nevertheless, since we didn’t know their policy I decided that I need to start thinking of a song to play. At church last Sunday I got up and played ‘Light the Fire’. The song showcases a significant amount of my musical abilities, so I’m going to perform that beautiful song as my demo. The next day I was jittery all morning. It was a good thing that we were walking so I could release some of my nervous energy. I think of all of the hours spent practicing, everything that has led up to this moment. Above all I want to make Daddy proud, he put in so much extra time into my music. I see Stax Record at the end of the street and race ahead of her. I hear her call out to me, “Scotty! Wait for me!” Not today, Momma. In front of the company, I see a sign outside the newly built place. The butterflies in my stomach stopped their frenzy - this was it. I thought that the sign would say that I wouldn’t be allowed to enter. Doing a double take, I realized exactly what the sign stated, “Open 5 days a week, to all talented artists, regardless of age or race.” All nervousness went away as I eased the door open. They cared about racial equality. This was extraordinary! As I walked in I was greeted by a man named Jim Stewart. After our introductions, he asked me if I had a demo prepared. We then turned and heading to the sound
Moving on to discuss another personal family tradition, I distinctly recall how my grandmother would always sing whenever she would cover over to visit. She possessed one of those deep, full voices that would resonate throughout the entire home, leaving no empty space untouched by her music. In total, she performed a rotation of five folk melodies, each of which were always sung a degree off key. According to the stories my parents have told me about their childhoods, my grandmother inclination towards singing was present even when my mother was growing up almost forty years ago. As a stubborn child, however, her near constant singing caused me great frustration, often driving me to leave the room whenever her voice would rise too high in
My parents journey from Vietnam to America has impacted me emotionally through out the years by the stories they tell me. For them to say their aspiration was to come to America to have greater opportunities, for there family is breath taking. Without my parent’s journey and stories, my identity would be so plain and incomplete.
God says to honor your mother, but sometimes I question that wisdom. I mean God has some good thoughts and did some really great things, but that doesn’t mean he is all knowing. Mom is great, I love her so much, but once in awhile she just does things that cause me to rip out my hair in disbelief. She has really great qualities from her bravery and intelligence to how loving she is. However, she has some not-so-great qualities, like her anxiety and lack of common sense to how obsessed she can be about things.
...alone, because I was afraid my life would change radically after this, and I was not prepared yet for them to see this change. After a few minutes, I realized I was so weak I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but that was also the best feeling I’d ever had. I was thinking I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best, but I’d just had my daughter, and I was so nervous about being a young mother in college. I tried to open my eyes to admire my baby’s beautiful face and thought I was so brave, because I had decided to have this little girl. When I saw her I knew I would want her to be better than me, she would be my strength, because nothing would ever make me give up on my dreams, and that was another promise I had made to myself.
A few weeks before the show it was time to display my talent. I was prepared, I had practiced, and I had boasted of how my horn solo would sound great by the time it was off paper and on the field. The one thing I wasn't counting on was my own attitude to mess me up. That my own pride and gloating would overshadow all the work I had put into my solo.
My music had wrapped itself around and around inside of me. It took away my inhibitions and filled me with a new confidence. I had the power to do anything, if only for that one set. I wanted to be on top of the world!
The day finally came for the concert and we were all so excited. We loaded up the car and headed off, running late as usual. Erik was driving, his girlfriend was in the passenger seat, and Pa...
Racial Segregation is an immoral act, and a huge catastrophe in America. Segregation of people in public places on the basis of race is unjust. The phrase “separate but equal” is false, there is no way equality can be achieved with racial segregation. Imagine living in the impoverished part of town and going to a school with barely any resources, just because of the color of a person’s skin. That is the daily life of many segregated black people throughout the country.
Even though we live in such a civilized country, there is still segregation. In the documentary “Prom Night” there were two separate proms for whites and colored folk up until 2008 (“Prom Night in Mississippi” n. pag.). While segregation is considered unsophisticated, it is still a problem in the U.S.. In Milwaukee, Waukesha, and West Allis, Wisconsin, over half of the population lives in a zip code where at least four fifths of the residents have the same ethnicity (Kent and Frohlich n. Pag. ). Despite the fact that we are a very morally developed country we still try to separate ourselves from others because we think we are the better
me of how powerful music is. As soon as we starting singing while we were putting up
It seemed like a normal day when I entered Mrs. A’s AP Language and Composition class, but little did I know that she was going to assign a very important project that was going to take forever. I took my seat and wrote down what was on the board. Then I sat patiently and waited for Mrs. A to come explain what we were doing today. When the tardy bell rang, Mrs. A glided into the room and gave us all a stack of papers. She then proceeded to discuss our upcoming assignment, a memoir. As she explained the very important assignment, I wondered whom I would write about. No one really came to mind to write about and I thought for sure I would never be able to get this thing done on time. I finally decided that I would write in on my mother, Kari Jenson. I knew I would probably put the project off until the very end and do it the weekend before even though it would get on my mom’s nerves. Putting work off was just how I did everything, it worked for me. When I arrived home from school that day, I told mom about the project. I told her I would most likely write it about her and she was overjoyed.
Education is not to teach men facts, theories or laws, not to reform or amuse them or make them expert technicians. It is to unsettle their minds, widen their horizons, inflame their intellect, teach them to think straight, if possible, but to think nevertheless. Robert Maynard Hutchins
Driving home after a long, difficult day, I turned on some music, searching for relief. The CD in the player consisted of all my favorite songs: “Pee Wee Long Way( Chasing)’,” “Lil Boosie (Long Journey),”Lil snupe “(Nobody),” and many others. My number one favorite song, “(Chasing),” was the first to play. Singing along to the lyrics, my mood was immediately better. This song reminded me of what was important in my life, my dreams and money. I then realized what these songs had in common; they all reflected my feelings on life: don’t give up on your dreams and don’t worry about every little thing life throws at you, keep chasing your dream until you reach the top.
As the contractions began to grip my stomach, I realized that my life would forever be changed. Knowing the old me had to die in order for me to become a new me. After being abandon at the age of five, I grew up feeling lonely and unloved. I was filled with so much anger, malice, hurt and unforgiveness that I held against others. I didn’t have the luxury of living in a stable environment, because growing up I was always living from home to home. I had no intentions to strive for better, I had begun to allow my upbringing to be my excuse. Years of disappointment resulted in me caring less in others desire. I couldn’t love anyone because love was never shown to me, but
This was the main objective in the case Brown v. Board of Education. The ruling was no, separating black children from white children leads to a feeling of less importance. Oliver Brown was a parent of a little girl who had to walk six blocks to get on the school bus taking her to the black school which was about a mile away when a white school was only seven blocks away from her home. The court ruled that no “separate but equal” is not constitutional. Education is a right not a privilege and all public schools should be on equal terms. Walking six blocks to catch a bus to go one mile while another school is only seven blocks is not equal. The court found that by separating the black children from the white children and making them feel less important hinders their ability to learn, already feeling they are not as important so why