MALCOLM I: The "Race Card"

There is a point where the presidential campaign crosses the line. In the 2008 presidential campaign, the "race line" was crossed many times. Although America is supposed to be a place of freedom and racial equality, most of the times, that façade is crushed by reality. The "race card" was played, according to McCain and his campaign manager, Rick Davis. 

I realize there is a place for free speech in this world and that everyone has the right to say what they want. But I believe there should be limits to what people can do or say--ESPECIALLY political figures. The fact that this language was even used by the McCain campaign is appalling to me. 

All of this relates to this article: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/01/us/politics/01campaign.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=the%20race%20card&st=cse

GO THERE AND READ IT!

ANND, speaking of censoring:

When I was in third grade, I wrote an article about 9/11. I wrote about how another teacher came into my classroom and told us to turn on the television. My teacher did and all of us, as THIRD GRADERS watched the two towers fall. I wrote about how I remember everyone pulling their children out of school and general panic in the area. I remember not being too concerned with everything going on around me. I submitted it to the paper. A little while later, my mom was contacted and they told her that they would not print my article. I was devastated; I had worked so hard on it! 

Although it makes sense to me NOW why they did not print my article, I was upset that I had been censored. 

Well, what do you think? What are the limits of censoring?!

**PS: I know I have gone off the track of Malcolm X, but this article reminded me of censoring...

Malcolm X: vacation

So on the blog "rubric" thats on my Mrs. Mattessich's website, it says I should "share personal connections to class content and discussion" but we didn't quite have a discussion on any of the chapters we were supposed to read because there's no school [yay!]...

but anyways, I think I'll comment on the last part of chapter 10. (If you haven't read it yet, I suggest you stop reading this post here).

The last part of chapter 10 describes Malcolm's first "religious experience." And boy, did I learn a lot! (please ignore this outburst of enthusiasm). First, I had no idea where the "white folk" was said to have come from. According to the teachings of the Nation of Islam, the "Masons" are Satan and Mr. Yacub created the white man by genetically mutating the DNA of the blacks. This was interesting and also a bit contradictory because of the fact that scientists did not learn how to genetically mutate things (and they did not know how genes worked in general) until much later on in history, starting with the teachings of Mendel and Darwin and people like that (Darwin was more natural selection and stuff but w/e, you get the point)...hmm...

Also, the part about how Moses and the other white folk got into the desert was interesting. The fact that the blacks clothed the white people was eye-opening too; that's why the Nation of Islam followers used sheepskin...  

Also, they describe the white race on the island of Patmos as "blond, pale-skinned, cold-blue-eyed devils--savages, nude and shameless". Even though Malcolm goes on to describe them as "animals" who "walked on all fours" and who "lived in trees", apparently, concepts have changed a lot over the years! Now, blond-haired, blue-eyed whites are considered the purest Christians... go figure!

--and where is this island of Patmos anyway?!

Well, bottom line: religion is weird. SIGH. Well, this has been a very enlightening post--enjoy your break! 

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ETHNICITIES

NOW I will talk about ethnicities and how proposterous it was that the caricatures were actually accepted into society as societal norms...I'm going to focus on caricatures because this was something that struck me as completely unacceptable. The fact that people from the real north thought the pictures below were the way blacks actually looked and acted is prepostorous.

Also, I was amazed that, let alone the fact that some Americans had really never seen a black person, I was amazed that blacks weren't even accepted into theatre, where they where most people found refuge. Theatre is supposed to be a place where people can be someone else entirely and portray a rather ridiculous image (like the actors in blackface did, but, obviously, a less degrading image should be protrayed on the stage). I thought it was completely ridiculous that even black actors had to put soot on their faces to look more black and highlight their lips to make them look even more caricaturistic (if that's a word).

ALLLSSSOO, pickaninnies were also such sad, pathetic, figures that provoked pathos (to use a vocab word)--atleast for me, they did. For everyone else back then, the pickaninnies on postcards were just funny, animalistic caricatures that put a horrible pictures in white folk minds. It was so sad and degrading that the black children were made to seem like animals...

UGGH! It angered me so much that this wasn't just some phase that America went through for some people are STILL in this mindset today (although not many)...Why couldn't Americans just accept the blacks!?!? The war was fought, its over, there is no slavery, and there is absolutely nothing that separates races except appearance [and maybe culture; but even culture started to disappear over time]...what will the white brainwashing methods claim next time?

*sigh* I'm sorrry if my thoughts seemed jumbled...I'm tired. G'night.

Malcolm X: Part II

So I just finished chapters 5 and 6 cuz I'm a huge procrastinator. :/
BUT I found a lot of interesting things in the chapters...I think I'll write about them now:

First, I found it interesting how Malcolm's life sort of splits into two worlds between chapters two and three/four. The last paragraph in the Chapter entitled "Laura", aside from it being completely heartwrenching and disappointing, basically describes how he blames himself for getting Laura into drugs and the city life and the dangers of everything in Boston. It's interesting, however, how even though Malcolm feels sorry for Laura, he never feels sorry for himself. Although clearly outlining the dangers of Harlem and Boston and Roxbury and how different they are from Lansing (I'll get to that interesting shift a bit later), it is almost as if Malcolm feels those experiences were a key part of his learning and growing experience. 'Amazingly', he seems to tell the reader, 'I have overcome my petty childish ways and learned to grow into a new, better man...' Maybe I'm reading into this, but I find it interesting how he speaks about learning the "tricks of the trade", persay, as if he were proud of it...this could also just be because HE WAS proud of his cleverness when he was a younger man. ANYWAY...

About that shift thing I was talking about; when Malcolm is in Roxbury, he starts to get into the "wilder" life. This life was basically just crazier teen years--this was before he started to commit felonies and armed robberies. However, the momentous shift occurs when he meets Sophia. As quite a shocking move for one to read in his book, Malcolm describes how he meets and has relations with his first prostitute. Laura, who seemed like the girl who would (actually, let's say could) put him on the path to richeousness, didn't seem like a whole big deal to the reader after Malcolm meets Sophia. After Sophia, Malcolm gets involved in Harlem, a much rougher community and one of the most dangerous neighborhood--if one did not know how the city worked, that is. ***Although Harlem city life was so eye-opening to read about, I will not dwell on this matter for this blog would get too long*** I guess what I'm trying to say is that the life Roxbury with Laura is a symbol for the better life that Malcolm had, and better times with his guardian, Ella and that the life in Harlem with Shorty and Sammy is a symbol of tougher times and times where he thought Harlem was the only place he would fit in...All in all, the interesting relations he makes with various people give the reader good insight as to what it was like to "live on the edge", and escape the pressures of the real world because Malcolm, as a black American, did not feel like he could succeed in the real world.


PHEW!

Malcolm X

SOOOOOOO...we started reading Malcolm X (the autobiography) and its a great book, I must admit. So for all of you who actually read this blog, I just want to say that I thought it was all going to be like the very beginning of the book, where he sort of just narrates his life. In chapters 3 and 4, however, he really made it seem like he was the character, instead of just recounting what had happened...you'd have to read it to really know what I'm talking about, but it was much better than the first two chapters...stay tuned on more, the next post will have more info :)

MANTON

Alright, so i haven't updated this in a while on account of I only have the blog because of school and I avoid it at all costs unless I really nee to use it BUT... that might change. First, if you're really bored and have no life, or if you just happen to check my blog, go to pvdisorientation.blogspot.com. The PV theatre department might/probably will be performing a never before staged or directed or performed play entitled "Disorientation." The parts were created according to how many people are in our Theatre department and the play was written by a graduate of Park Ridge who goes by the name Manton (a combo of his first name Mike and his last name Anton). It's gonna be awesome...so you should check it out

...and oh, go see it when we perform it in April (if we do perform it). :)

ttfn!!

CATCHER part 3!

AALLLLRRIIGHT...so...onto part 3333333...

SOO...onto the real stuff. The scene where Holden goes to the park, gets drunk, and then visits Pheobe is probably the climax of the book [for lack of a bigger climax] as well as the most revealing for Holden. Holden definitely feels rejected by everyone and I think he pretty much feels that he won't be accepted or taken in by anyone he goes to. Just like in many other books, the main character begins to feel like he has nothing to live for. But back to specifics. Because Holden has been wondering thoughout the whole book where the ducks go to in the winter, he decides to visit the park. When he gets there he finds that the ducks are all gone. Because he is drunk and has basically hit rock bottom this is a very strong symbolic moment. He looks to a place to find answers and all he finds is defeat. This is very much what happens when meets his older colleagues as well. Poor Holden, he can't get anything out of life, he can't get any answers he needs, and he can't vent. He's basically trying to hard to be someone else by acting older AND by doing this, his life is rapidly falling...
Pheobe is basically his soul-saver, the only person he answers to and his remedy, if you will. When he goes to see her, she is, at first, so excited to see him. Can't you just picture Holden with a giant smile on his face in this scene? His eyes would soften and his smile would melt when Pheobe gave him a hug... Anyway, Pheobe soon realizes that Holden "got the ax" and starts to come down hard on him. Holden feels bad for getting kicked out of school, but he probably feels it the most in this scene. I think Pheobe really brings out the best of him, but not just because she's a kid. It's something else about that Holden--Pheobe relationship. Something about her bubbly personality and smiling face that gets to Holden. And in the end, Pheobe is really Holden's savior. Holden realizes that he should try in life because it now has a purpose. If not just to save Pheobe from pain (as is demonstrated when Holden is "plotting" the ways he will die and says he is thankful for Pheobe forbidden to go to his "funeral"), it is to keep the good things he has in life (such as his family, his memories--especially of Allie--and the experiences he can constantly "chew the fat" with)...

PHEW. Overall, I think Holden's a good guy with many issues and who makes a great character in Catcher... :]

I would write more about certain parts of the book, but I fear my fingers might fall off! :]
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