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Advanced Essay #2
ThEy'Re StEaLiNg OuR JoBs
In today’s political climate, Republicans, in particular, happen to hold a very inaccurate thought regarding immigrants (especially ones of Latin American descent). That thought is that they cross over the border as rapists and murderers. It’s fascinating they believe this because statistics suggest otherwise. There are more whites incarcerated than there are Latinos. So that whole argument is really invalid. The primary reason immigrants enter the US is to create a better life for not only themselves but also their families. They aren’t stealing our jobs, they’re simply working the ones that we don’t want. On June 16, 2015, during a speech, Donald Trump said, “When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending their best. They’re not sending you. They’re not sending you. They’re sending people that have lots of problems, and they’re bringing those problems with us. They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists. And some, I assume, are good people.” With the leader of our country saying this, it’s no surprise that his followers agree with him. Trump ran his campaign on anti-immigration before he was elected he would say refer to Latinos as gangsters and Muslims as terrorists. And that’s how he won. He fear-mongered his way into office. And we must remember that fear-mongering is not new. In the nineteenth century, Americans would say that African American Men were sexual beasts, and if you weren’t careful they’d rape your white wife. And to no surprise, this led to various acts of violence against black men. And history has repeated itself in this country, mosques are being vandalized and hardworking people are being locked in cages, separated from their families, and deported. The fact that this still worked centuries later brings to light a much bigger issue in this country. And that problem is bigotry. As Americans, we love to talk about how progressive we are and how far we’ve come as a country. Now even though America can be considered progressive compared to MANY MANY countries, and we have been more and more welcoming of time. We’re still quite far from being a truly progressive and welcoming country. The 2016 presidential election did a great job of bringing this issue to light. The ugly truth is that more than 62 million Americans voted for an open bigot. And the reason why those (at least) 62 million Americans are so easily manipulated is that they’re isolated both physically and mentally. They either aren’t around enough minorities so the only experience they have with them comes from Fox News. Or they’re so stubborn that they’re really a lost cause. The primary reason I feel so adamant about this topic is because of my personal experiences. I grew up around a lot of Bengali Muslims, and interestingly enough it was always my American friends getting me into some kind of trouble. While my Muslim friends were always trying to get me to make better life decisions. The notion that Muslims are violent is factually incorrect. The Quran preaches peace. The only reason the middle east is such a war zone right now is because of US involvement. We took their natural resources and killed so many of their loved ones, they have a valid reason to not like our country. Yet, the only Muslims committing acts of terror are the extremists. The everyday people have nothing to do with it. The truth is that a lot of immigrants who come to this country (documented and undocumented) tend to work harder than the rest of Americans. They’re forced into lower-paying jobs due to their immigration status, level of fluency in English, etc. They survive with these lower-end jobs and still have to pay similar living costs as everyone else. Thus, they work much longer hours and take whatever jobs they can get. If you go out into the countryside and into the farms, you’ll see that the staff of farmhands consists of many immigrants because other Americans just don’t want to do that kind of work. When my mother first came to this country with a two-year-old daughter and not a word of english, she needed a job to provide for my sister. And she ended up working as a maid in a hotel making $4.25 per hour. She wasn’t lazy, she wasn’t stealing anyone’s jobs, she was just doing what she could to support her family just like everyone else. The only jobs she ‘stole’ was when she was picked for promotions due to her punctuality and impeccable work ethic rather than her Americans coworkers who’ve worked there longer but didn’t work as hard. Calling Immigrants violent and lazy is a slap in the face to every single hardworking American Immigrant who came here for a better life.
Citations:https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/the-fix/wp/2017/06/16/theyre-rapists-presidents-trump-campaign-launch-speech-two-years-later-annotated/
Advanced Essay #1
“The cops are outside.” I whisper. She doesn’t believe me. That is until I open her blinds of course. Blue and white lights fill up the room, and I quickly close the blinds. On a dark deserted street in Cobbs Creek, lays 8 squad cars with their bright siren lights on. However, the sirens themselves are turned off. I tell her to take a look at the security camera system in the dining room. We make our way downstairs. The dog is letting out a low deterring growl. Followed by a series of ear piercing irattic barking. I let mom take a look at the cameras, and sure enough there’s a tall caucaisan man with a police uniform pacing up and down my driveway. Then he bends down and looks under the familys’ gray nissan. I am not scared, but wary. In the back of my mind I am concerned that they might have a warrant and will kick down the door at any moment. The thought of my brother being arrested also crosses my mind, as this would not be his first time on the wrong side of the law. There is thick tension in the air as we don’t know why our home is surrounded by police officers. Not a word is said between my mother and I. But, it is understood that we must not get involved. We understand that police cooperation is frowned upon in the community. She hesitantly walks up the creaking hardwood stairs and returns to bed. I refuse to sleep though; I don’t know why they are looking for someone. Or if that someone might still be hiding among us? I proceed to stare at the living room wall for the next 4 hours in the darkness with a rapid heart beat. Just waiting for something to happen. When the sun finally goes up, my guard goes down and my eyes close. Why had I stayed up all night? It was due to a variety of reasons. Growing up without a father in the house led to me being very overprotective of my mother, she is my everything. She fills the role of both parents so I have to protect her, she’s all I have. But that isn’t the only reason why I acted so vigilant that night. The summer before this ordeal. An armed home invasion was attempted on my family. Which scared the hell out of my mother but just made myself hypervigilant. We no longer feel safe in our home. Which is why we even installed security cameras in the first place. There are nights where I can’t sleep, because I want to be awake if something bad were to occur. So if anything provoking happens, I stay up in the living room just to be there if someone were to bust through the front door. This is precisely what happened when our surveillance camera was stolen a year prior. When I got into a heated argument with a neighbor over blocking my driveway. And countless other times. I understand that this is not normal for teenagers living in first world countries. But, this is a part of who I am now. In a world full of violence how do we live normal lives? The truth is, statistically speaking, as Americans there is a low probability that you will be the victim of a violent crime. But there are certain parameters that rise the probability. Your zip code, having loved ones who’ve been incarcerated, living in a single parent household, etc. And I meet plenty of those parameters. The vast majority of Americans will go through their lives not being a victim of any heinous crime. What we must understand is that seeing crime after crime being broadcasted on the news makes us worry that it might happen to us. That worry is even worse when something like that happens in your neighborhood or to someone close to you. There is not a single solution to this problem. You have to think about it from both sides. From a logos perspective you can’t be too paranoid, but also have to use some pathos and just always be aware of your surroundings. You have to think about this from a third person point of view. If you use the first person you’re prone to react purely on emotion because you’re taking this personally. Looking at the big picture shows that even in bad neighborhoods the likelihood of being the victim of a violent crime is low. But that likelihood is still noticeably higher than for the average resident in PA. So you understand that caution is needed; whilst paranoia is not.
Lord of the Flies Essay
Abel Solomon
Ms. Pahomov
English 2
25 March 2019From the moment Piggy meets the boys on the island he is made fun of. He was still getting bullied in the moments leading up to his death which means. Through the entirety of the novel, Piggy, a contributing member of the group is constantly being bullied. Piggy is constantly bullied through the entirety of the novel. This takes a significant toll on his well-being. In Lord of the Flies, Golding uses Jack’s treatment of Piggy to represent how Piggy would be treated for the rest of his life. From that first moment, he was bullied by Jack for his weight, that predetermined how he would be treated for the rest of his life.
It’s no secret that Jack and Piggy don’t get along, it started from the very first moment that they met. At the beginning of the novel, while the boys are grouping up, Jack became annoyed by Piggy and decided to speak his mind. Jack says, “You’re talking too much, shut up Fatty.” (Golding 21) This scene sets the tone for how the boys would treat him for the rest of his days. According to a source at the Swedish Medical Center in Seattle, “Children who are obese are less liked by their peers, and picked on and made fun of more often than peers of healthier weights, the study found. In response, heavy children are more likely to be withdrawn and show signs of depression.” Piggy is arguably the least liked person on the island. He is bullied because of his weight and starts acting more withdrawn as the book progresses. He is showing all the signs of a child being bullied. Although Ralph sticks up for him at that moment, this would mean nothing for the long term future. Jack picked up on the power dynamic of the boys and used that to his advantage to build power for himself. He understood that Piggy could be walked over with little to no consequence.
As humans, we all have a breaking point.Jack tried to get Piggy to reach his numerous times. Piggy was pretty resilient for a while before this occurrence caused everything to take a turn for the worse. During another group meeting, Piggy tells the boys that he is scared. And of course, Jack teases him because of it. Piggy tries to defend his right to speak, but his defense was of no use. And the situation becomes increasingly funny to the boys on the island. “A pall stretched for miles away from the island. All the boys except Piggy started to giggle; presently they were shrieking with laughter. Piggy lost his temper.” (Golding 45) Piggy has finally lost it, he’s reached his breaking point. San Diego Therapist Ann Steele says,” It is actually emotional harm that lasts much longer than physical harm. Especially during childhood, when bodily damage heals readily, the victim’s self-image may be permanently maimed:” We must remember that all the boys have at this point, is each other. There is nobody else actively in their life. Having the only people in your life constantly make fun of you is not good for anyone's mental health. His mental health has gotten to the point where he is not able to make sensible decisions and is acting irrationally (losing his temper). Now this will only make the situation worse because Jack has gotten what he wants out of Piggy, a reaction. Piggy’s reaction to the bullying will only encourage more bullying to the future.
The effects of bullying on Piggy has reached its peak. After the constant emotional abuse perpetrated by the boys on his island, he finally understands how things work on the island. Piggy says, “You got him over the fire; an’ you’re chief an’ he isn’t… He can’t hurt you: but if you stand out of the way he’d hurt the next thing. And that’s me.” (Golding 81) Piggy is predicting his murder. He has opened his eyes up to what the future will unfold, and that it won’t be good for him. The tension between Jack and Ralph is at an all-time high, and if Jack can’t get to Ralph. He’ll get to whoever’s closest to Ralph which in this case is Piggy. Lecturer in Psychology, Calli Tzani-Pepelasi says, “For many victims who are trying to overcome the experience, the loss of trust is perhaps the most challenging consequence.” He can’t even trust the boys on the island to not kill him. The loss of trust held by Piggy is apparent.
In conclusion, the rest of Piggy’s life was set out for him the first time he was bullied on the island. Jack picks up on how things run when first meeting the group and elevates himself by pushing down Piggy. Jack got Piggy to his breaking point by getting almost everyone on the island to laugh at him. And eventually Piggy was able to predict his early death.
Works-cited
Steel, Anne. “The Psychological Effects of Bullying on Kids & Teens.” Masters In Psychology Guide, mastersinpsychologyguide.com/articles/psychological-effects-bullying-kids-teens/.
Tzani-Pepelasi, Calli. “Childhood Bullying Can Cause Lifelong Psychological Damage – Here's How to Spot the Signs and Move On.” The Conversation, 7 Jan. 2019, theconversation.com/childhood-bullying-can-cause-lifelong-psychological-damage-heres-how-to-spot-the-signs-and-move-on-100288.
Yu, KwiYun. “Fat-Shaming Begins Early in Childhood, and It Hurts.” Swedish, 25 Jan. 2019, blog.swedish.org/swedish-blog/fat-shaming-begins-early-in-childhood-and-it-hurts.
Lord of the Flies
Stop Playing with the Gun
How much you need? Yeah, I got you. It’s gonna be 10 a gram. What you got that for? What are you doing? Stop playin, put that away. Ard, you can stop playing around with the gun now. What are you talking about? You’re really gonna rob me for like three grams? We grew up together! What the fuck? FINE FINE! Take it, just put the gun down. Yo get that gun out of my face! What else do you want from me? I don’t have anything else. No weed. No pills. No money.
What’s the problem? You already have everything. Oh you’re mad about your cousin. Did I kill him? Yeah I killed him, so what? You don’t even know what happened, do you? I get a phone call from him asking for a QP. I knew something was up because he never buys that much. But I still wanted that money, so I tried to sell it. He reached for a gun. I grabbed it and aimed at his neck. I don’t know if he was gonna rob me or kill me. But, I wasn’t gonna find out. My instincts kicked him and he’s dead. You finna kill me over it? I was defending my life. Kill me then. Pull the trigger then.. Or don’t. LOOK… AT ME. I’ve been trappin the past five years and I’m still in the same place. Aint shit get better. And it aint getting better. I aint never gonna be nothin more than a drug dealer..
Do you really think I’m happy? Look at me when I’m talking to you! I got nothin to live for anymore. You kill me now I can get out of this cold world. If you don’t, I’ll just stay unhappy. I DONT CARE. So make a decision. But we both know you won’t kill me. You’re not man enough for it. You were never enough. You were always MY sidekick. I’m more important than you’ll ever be. If you killed me, you’d get killed. They LOVE me on these streets. If I die, they’re gonna come out make your whole family die. They’ll avenge my death. So what’s it gonna be?
HURRY UP! I don’t got the time for this. You can’t kill me... Without me you’re nothing. YOU.. NEED ME… When you got arrested, who bailed you out? When you got kicked out, who’s apartment did you stay at? You won't last out here without me. You’re too much of a fuck up. Next time you need help, where you gonna go? You’re gonna come to me because you know I got you. If I’m not around who’ll be there for you? Look I know you must feel some type of way because Michael is dead. But, it was him or me. What did you want me to do? Just sit there and let him decide my fate? I had a daughter I needed get home to. I’m sorry, but I wasn’t dying at the hands of him. Who would’ve taken care of Eden if I died? Her mom don’t do nothing. I’m all that girl had. THEY TOOK MY DAUGHTER AWAY FROM ME! I can’t live anymore, just kill me already.
Emulation Handbook-Abel Solomon
Cultural Identity
For as long as I can remember I’ve struggled with my cultural identity. Both of my parents are Ethiopian, which ultimately makes me an Ethiopian. However, I live my life as an African American. Whether it be me not understanding a word of Amharic. Rarely attending Ethiopian gatherings. Or even my transparency about being Ethiopian. For some reason, I’ve always tried to hide who I am, up until now.
All of my Ethiopian friends can speak Amharic, except for me. The main difference between us is that I grew up in a single parent household. Which led to my mother having to constantly work in order to provide for my siblings, and not around enough to teach us Amharic. The language barrier has always held me back from getting more involved with my culture. I always felt discouraged because most of the time I had no idea what was being said, and I really wanted to know what was going on. Ethiopians always speak to me in a language I know nothing about, and that just makes me feel uncomfortable. At times, I even feel like an outsider even though it’s who I am. In addition to this, my non-fluency in Amharic has always held me back from visiting Ethiopia. I’ve always been a bit ashamed of myself when I’d see a family member, and they’d speak to me in Amharic. I could never respond to them because I had no idea what they were saying. This makes things awkward, and I’d have to put on a fake smile to try to ease the discomfort. In an effort to combat this, I always promised myself that I’d learn to speak Amharic one day.
On a normal year, I might go to two or maybe three Ethiopian gatherings. While the rest of the community goes to 12 events minimum. The get-togethers have always felt boring and lifeless to me. While everyone else is dancing and having a good time, I’m just in the back on my phone because no one is speaking English, thus I’m oblivious to almost every aspect of the party. I have no idea what the music is about or what’s being said. I feel isolated there. My head is in a different place. I’m not connected to anyone or anything around me. But at the same time, it feels like I’m running from my true self. Whether I’d like to admit it or not, I’m Ethiopian. My race is Black/African American, my nationality is American, but my ethnicity is Ethiopian. If I’m Ethiopian, then why should I not surround myself with other Ethiopians? On one hand, if I step outside of my comfort zone by visiting the country or learning the language I’ll be uncomfortable. But on the other hand, if I don’t immerse myself in the Ethiopian culture. I’m not being true to myself.
Lastly, I’m not very open about my ethnicity. All my friends have an Ethiopian flag emoji in their Instagram biographies, but not me. It seems like every Ethiopian besides me broadcasts their heritage to the world. I experienced an awakening recently. This Summer, I spent a lot of time with my cousin in Buffalo, and I spent a lot of time with her Ethiopian friends. When I went to an Ethiopian graduation party, I didn’t feel so left out. I knew who to talk to and everyone seemed so welcoming. I was no longer the outsider. I had deep conversations about my future with complete strangers. It didn’t feel forced. When I got back to Philly I began to look at things more clearly. And embrace who I am. I was intrigued to say the least by the idea of being an Ethiopian. My transparency is definitely something that will begin to change these next couple years. I want to hang an Ethiopian flag in my room, I want an Ethiopian flag in my Instagram biography, and I want to surround myself with more Ethiopians.
My cultural identity is always something that I’ve struggled with and will continue to be a struggle, but at least now I know who I am. I might not be able to speak Amharic yet. I know that I have trouble socializing with Ethiopians. But, now that I have clarity on who I am, I will work on those things and better myself as an Ethiopian.
Printmaking Blog Post
MP1 Art Blog and Artist's Statement
Slide Remake: Abel Solomon
Through the critique of my slide, I’ve learned the importance of taking your time while designing something. On my first draft, I rushed my assignment and as a result I didn’t use any of the strategies we learned through the videos. Not to mention the fact, that the background color didn’t fit the theme. But, after I received my constructive criticism, I bled all of my pictures, and I chose a more suitable background color.
The changes I made to my slides incorporated the advice used from the videos that we were linked. I wanted to keep my slide straight to the point. So I chose white as a background so it wouldn’t make the slide pop. This was really the only way to achieve it because I already went for a simplistic approach. The most influential source of those we received was the presentation zen.
The research that I used ended up helping me in a variety of ways. First and foremost we have bleeding. Prior to reading the article I had no understanding of bleeding whatsoever. However, after reading I used the bleeding technique. Then, I learned how important keeping it simple can be. With complex designs using bright colors and such, it often takes away the meaning of the design. So, instead of using a bright green for a background color, I used white.
Media Fluency-Abel Solomon
Although, I didn’t bleed any of the images on my slide, I still used blank space as a way of promoting one of my favorite colors. The slide also incorporated my two other favorite colors of black and red. Interestingly enough the four symbols of what represents me matched the black and red I used for my name. Netflix has been a large part of my life for the past three years. H&M is my favorite clothing store, and I frequently find myself checking their website for new releases. Music is also very important me, I listen to various genres such as rap, R&B, rock, etc. Lastly, but certainly not least my blackness makes me who I am. I’m black and I’m proud of it. This Abel, thank you.