About an hour later the road was tarmac and then back to gravel. Ayubi had fallen asleep but woke up when his head hit the window, because the jeep was rocking as if you were out to sea on a windy day. Christina was shaken up that she could not think straight. The only view at the time was the gray sky and all the vehicles that had been blown up. Tall towers also appeared along the way.
Just inside the entrance, cardboard cartons, clean and with their top flaps intact. With the silent fervor of a mute at a horse race, I willed him toward them. It was slow going. His collar was pulled so high that he appeared headless as he shuffled across the street like a man who must feel Earth with his toes to know that he walks there. Standing unselfconsciously in the white glare of an overhead light, he began to sort through the boxes, picking them up, one by one, inspecting tops, insides, flaps.
Mortal Silence “Everyone waited, and no one moved, no one coughed, no one even took a deep breath. The silence became unreal and seemed suddenly filled with a noise of its own, the noise of a too long silence. Even the child was staring at his father, his eyes like black stones against the naked whiteness of his veined face. And then Reb Saunders began to speak”(pp.130). In this passage from the chosen, Potok uses the intense silence to illustrate the immense amount of respect Reb Saunders demands.
he responds "because he is not human!" The new warders eyes were as blue as the sky however there was a tremendous brutal soul beneath them. The story never says how long Brille has been in prison, but the text infers that it must have been a good while. He had never experienced any violence directed towards him until Warder Hannetjie came. Hannetjie hit him in the head several times with a "Knobkerrie" because of his smart mouth and stripped the entire span of meal privileges for three days.
Freedom Riders sit on the side of the rode and try to recover from the smoke and beatings as the Greyhound bus bur ns Freedom Riders sit on the side of the rode and try to recover from the smoke and beatings as the Greyhound bus bur ns Continues on Page 2 Continues on Page 2 Twelve days ago, on May 4, we received news that a group of students left Washington D.C. that morning. They called themselves the Freedom Riders, they were trying to desegregate public transportation and facilities in the deep south. Two different buses left that day, a Greyhound and a Trailway. These weren’t chartered busses; these were regularly scheduled buses with normal bus drivers and everyday citizens riding. Seven blacks and six whites bordered that bus that day.
We tore down anyone that walked in our path with terrible, confidence-killing comments whether it was on what you were wearing, how you looked or even your name. We were horrible children but regardless of that background; these were my friends. I did everything with them from shopping to watching movies on Friday nights and I loved them and valued their opinions. One day on the bus ride to school, a new kid walked onto the bus. He had bleach blonde hair and was skinny and taller than any other kid I had ever seen before and even stood taller than the seats on the bus!
The trail was about half a mile long and mosquitos were brutally eating at me, at this moment nothing seemed better than my kitchen table and a cup of coffee. As we were getting into the raft, we overheard our river guide talking about the rapids being rough that day. In that moment, I actually thought about the fact that I had no concept of how to keep my part of the raft stable. I didn’t know what to do, this whole time I had been thinking negatively and hadn’t paid any attention to any minor detail the instructors had to say about our treacherous journey we were about to face. Ready or not, we started down the unknown abyss filled with rigorous rapids and jagged rocks.
They show stereotyping in this clip “when James and his mother went to the dentist in the town of Bayonne there were many instances of Jim Crow laws segregation. On their bus journey the Black people sat in the back of the bus and the dentist office had only black patients. Understanding that James was cold and hungry, the mother walked to a café on the other side of the town marked “colored” so her son could get warm and have something to eat (“The Sky Is Gray”). By having the words “Colored” and having blacks sit in the back and having only a black dentist office shows stereotyping because the Jim Crow laws separates the whites from the blacks. Lastly, the cartoon “Afrocentric Algebra” is a model on stereotyping.
We were able to talk to one of the students at Columbia High about the acne breakout that happened the previous day. The student was so mortified she refused to have a photograph taken at this time but she did talk to us about the possible cause of this mysterious breakout. She quoted, “I’ve never had acne before!” “I woke up yesterday morning, brushed my teeth, than I looked up in the mirror and saw all these zits. My face looks I have a severe case of chicken pox! I’m so embarrassed; I walk around with a scarf on my face!” We had ask her if she thought the cause was the never ending work the her and her fellow classmates our assigned.
Definitely much fewer than I had expected. The bus finally came, and even the normal bus driver stayed home. I got on the bus and there were hardly any other kids going to school. Everyone looked scared, even the driver. They all looked at me kind of funny, like, “You’re seriously making the same mistake