My family are immigrants from the Dominican Republic. People love it over there. But when people think of Dominican Republic all they think about is our food, baseball players, cab drivers, boxers, and resorts. But we are more than a stereotype. We are strong, beautiful people just like everyone else.
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Racism and cruelty
Deborah Adekoya
Question: First, write a paragraph explaining why you chose this particular story out of the three. What drew you to it? How did you make your decision? What did you base your choice on? Then, write in another two paragraphs about the following questions: What is Colson Whitehead saying about racial relations within an institution such as education? How does he express the capacity for cruelty, as bolstered by racist ideology? Give specific examples from the text. Your post should be well thought out, written in complete sentences, and in good grammatical standing. Remember to make it colorful and media-rich as well.
Answer:
I decided to answer this question before I actually read the story, I picked this story because it is about critical race theory. I really enjoy talking about and reading different forms of literature that have this concept. I entirely based my choice on the topic and my interests.
I believe Colson Whitehead is saying that racial relations affect institutions badly because the students can’t have fair opportunities in their educational places. In the story “The Match” we learn about black students and how most of them do boxing. The school holds this important boxing match, that brings the only form of happiness the black students feel if a match is won over a white student. Griff, a black student, was made to believe his match was fair, till the white superintendent came and told him that in the third round he should let the white student win or else they’ll kill him. I believe they instructed Griff to do so because the white people didn’t want to place bets on black students. This story highlights most systems that are part of critical race theory. Were black folks are put “lose situation” and there isn’t such thing as justice.
What I found different about this story is, that Griff who was put in the “lose situation” did not give in to what the white man wanted. This doesn’t usually happen in these narratives. Whitehead definitely emphasized cruelty when in the story we find out that Griff was not counting the matches, and in the match, he was supposed to give up in the continued fighting because he thought it was the second match. The white people ended up killing him anyway, this part was definitely very cruel. This narrative like most racial-based narratives definitely shows the white man as the bad one and the black people as the victims, just like many other racial-based stories. I feel like the unfairness in this story adds to the cruelty capacity, the fact that grown men have the guts to ruin young boys’ games in order to “keep the system alive.”
Where I’m from by Michelle Myagkaya
I am from Big Squeeze,
from pulp and oranges
I am not from concentrate.
I am from Borjomi,
from sparkling and relaxing
Natural minerals that heal.
I am from mojito,
From lime to raspberry
Refreshing and addicting.
I am from Margaritas,
From salty to sugary
To lemon or lime on top.
I am from vodka,
From strong and bitter
To eating lemon or lime after.
I am from Wine,
From not so sweet to halfway sweet
Flavors to flavors.
erasure poem- Deborah Adekoya
Isn’t the air also a moving body by Natalie Diaz
Where I’m From
I’m from California
Where the sky is blue and clear
The air crisp and tangy
Where the summers are never too hot
The winters never too cold
The springs just perfect to play in the park
Eat mexican vanilla frozen ice every Friday
Smell tortillas every morning as my mother cooks breakfast
Hear the roosters early morning cries
I had thought as a child California would be my home forever
But life works in funny ways
We moved from place to place since I was 3
Nevada, Panama, Canada, Washington State, and now New York
My constant moving constantly troubling me now
No culture I can truly kin with
Compromising with who I truly am
Just me
where i’m from
I am from waterfalls,
from sugarcane plantations and rice fields
I am from the lost City of Gold and Rum, I am from the Victoria Amazonica lily
I am from storytelling, appreciation and affection
From amanda
And tariq.
I am from church on sundays and saturday family movie nights
From who don’t hear, does feel and after laugh is cry,
I am from the Quran and the bible, from praying 3 times a day with my grandma and Sunday school with my sister.
I’m from georgetown and indian descendant,Cook-Up Rice
And Pepperpot, From the cancer my uncle has beaten and standing taller and stronger than ever,
The surgery’s he’s had just to spend more time with his family
and the Hemorrhagic stroke my grandpa has recovered from .
I am from those moments where my grandma would rock me to sleep in her hammock and tell me stories about her life and my father’s childhood.
Where Im from
I am from The Bronx but my family is from The Dominican Republic
I am from the comfy bed in my room
and from my tropical mango smelling room
I am from the love of Music
and the love of comics
I am from the love of sneakers
I am from my parents telling me I have to go to college
and being able to provide for myself
I am from having freedom
I am from As I am curling jelly
and leave in conditioner
I am from the gym
and working on myself
I am from trying to grow a beard
“Where I’m From” by Andrea Shamon
I am from a small country,
Where they deal with less but appreciate more,
It must be a different chemistry,
I am from Central America,
Before I was born I was from the Middle East,
Then the two met and ta-da,
I seemed to have joined the feast,
I am the last of three,
Because of the things that I would see,
I am free of the mistakes of the ignorant world,
I find the beauty in everything,
I am just a girl,
Who dreams like a Martin Luther King,
I am from living blindly and walking through faith,
Living kindly, patience because it will be worth the wait,
I am from strength and independence, in my mom you will find the resemblance,
Creativity and passion I get it from my dad’s descendants,
I am from one of those little fierce women,
Ask her how she does it, she’ll tell you the power of Amen,
I am from a dad so cliche,
“Did I tell you I love you today” he would say everyday,
I am from hard work no hand outs,
No shortcuts you must take the hard routes,
I am from loving coffee and croissants,
The heart wants what it wants,
My first best friend was a dog,
I am from loving animals,
I am from caring over living things,
It’s morals and fundamentals,
I am from the smell of fresh flan,
A very delicate dish,
“Easy now when you flip over the pan”,
I am from always having a sweet tooth,
Baby me even ate a fruit flavor chapstick,
Can’t explain the furry slug I ate in my youth,
But I’ll tell you this I caught a fever it made me sick,
I am from once being very impulsive,
But now I am more causative,
Because I come from all of this,
It sounds so beautiful,
That’s because I only kept the things that give my soul a kiss,
Now that I can choose what I am from,
I ask myself what I’d like my future to be,
So I can find in life the things I want for me,
Where am I from?
I am from the city of New York,
from making noises while driving within the five boroughs to making more noises in the barrios,
I am from an area where hispanics love to play bachata around midnights,
Custom cars and police cars driving recklessly in the streets of Jackson Heights,
I am from Peru and Ecuador, both countries across from each other in south America,
and home of the guinea pigs and the llamas,
I’m from Queens in New York City that lives in a Peruvian household,
From eating burgers and fries as child, to now my present life eating ceviche and second de pollo,
From the sound of the motorcycle taxi’s making the vroom sound to now hearing cars beep all over the place,
and from taking these metro buses and more buses, to taking the MTA Subway train and still be late to college later than 8,
I am from New York City where the city never sleeps,
from being a child not making real money to now having a job and being financially stable, having money,
even though times are tough with covid-19,
but we all try the best we can all be.
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