Equality, And I Will Be Free.

Equality

You declare you see me dimly
through a glass which will not shine,
though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and making time.

You do own to hear me faintly
as a whisper out of range,
while my drums beat out the message
and the rhythms never change.

Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

You announce my ways are wanton,
that I fly from man to man,
but if I'm just a shadow to you,
could you ever understand?

We have lived a painful history,
we know the shameful past,
but I keep on marching forward,
and you keep on coming last.

Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

Take the blinders from your vision,
take the padding from your ears,
and confess you've heard me crying,
and admit you've seen my tears.

Hear the tempo so compelling,
hear the blood throb through my veins.
Yes, my drums are beating nightly,
and the rhythms never change.

Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.
-Maya Angelou

The first time I read this, I thought about African Americans, and how there was so much segregation in the United States involving them and whites. It all seems so long ago, but there was still segregation in the US when your grandparents were alive, maybe even your parents. I decided that the poem talked about how the African Americans were fighting for equality and acceptance in society when there was segregation. Maya Angelou is speaking to the white people that aren't accepting. She speaks of their ignorance toward her race, how they know that there should be equality and that they know African Americans wish for it, but don't want to stand up and take action against segregation.
This reminded me of the children's book that we read recently in class called Terrible Things, by Eve Bunting. It's an allegory of the Holocaust, and takes place in a quiet forest, until the "terrible things", which represent Nazis, come and start to take animals that have certain features away. When the terrible things wanted animals with quills, they take porcupines. When they wanted animals that swim, they take the frogs and fish. And each time an animal is taken away, the rest speak badly about it, even if they were friendly before they got taken by the terrible things. In the end, the last survivor thinks, "I wish that I could have stood up against the terrible things."
I think that this moral relates to the poem Equality, because it teaches readers to stand up against people, or even "things", that aren't doing the right thing. The poem teaches readers not to take ignorance as an answer, and to always fight for what you beleive in, which in both cases is equality, for all different types of people or animals, and the African Americans and the whites during segregation.
Another childhood book that the poem Equality relates to is Horton Hears A Who. Horton Hears A Who is about an elephant and his companions that are so small they live on a speck of dust. Others in the forest think that his friends are non-existent. In order to prove that they are real, the beings that live on the speck of dust gather together to make a loud enough noise so that the animals in the forest can hear it. All the villagers beat their drums and shout and scream and blow their whistles and play their loudest instruments. Still, the noise is not loud enough. The mayor runs all around town, in search of one more villager. Finally, he finds one: a little boy named Jojo. When this boy yelps, he makes the noise loud enough for the animals in the forest to hear, and finally their voices are heard, the animals in the forest accept them for who they are, despite their shock that such a small creature could even exist, on a piece of dust no less!
All three authors are telling the reader the same thing: Stand up for what you beleive in, because without a person that's willing to speak their mind toward a person who's doing the wrong thing, their voice will never be heard.

Stereotypes

All women
Are skinny And weak
And have long hair
And pretty
And have children
All men
Are muscular
And strong
and handsome
And have short hair
And have children
Women do chores
And men go to work
Women like men
Men like women

All one society
A "perfect" society.

¹per·fect, adj \ˈpər-fikt\

a : being entirely without fault or defect : flawless

This is not perfect.

Mother to Son

"Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair."
-Langston Hughes (1902-1967)

In the poem "Mother to Son" by Langston Hughes, Langston takes the role of a mother, speaking to her son about what her life has been like and the troubles that she's been through. The poem acts as a kind of motivational speech to the son, telling him, "Don't you set down on the steps, 'Cause you finds it kinder hard." The mother is telling the son not to give up because life get's hard, and that he's not climbing a crystal stair, like some people.
The crystal stair in the poem represents perfection, and how not all people get to live the kind of life where everything is perfect. The mother, speaking to the son, is telling him about all the difficulties that she's had in life. A splinter, a tack, cold, bare floors or torn up stair boards. Some things hurt for a minute, like a splinter, but some leave bruises for days, or even scars and cuts.
The time period in which the poem was written (1922, around the time of the Great Depression and when African Americans didn't have as many rights as they do today and were discriminated against) also relates to the theme of not giving up because of bumps in the road like in "Mother to Son".
Even 41 years later, there were still issues with discrimination against African Americans.
On August 28th, 1963, Martin Luther King Jr. said:
"...We must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land."
In the poem "Mother to Son" by Langston Hughes, not only does the son represent a literal son, whose mother is telling him valuable information that he'll use throughout his life, the son also symbolizes the whole entire African American population in the United States in 1922, and Hughes is telling them not to let a ripped up floor board, or being tired of climbing, stop them from reaching their ultimate goal: equality.

Social Awareness Journal - Days 3 and 4

Day 3
Sunday, October 24th, 2010
Poverty, And Its Effects On People Worldwide

What is poverty, anyway? Poverty is "the state of having little or no money and few or no material possessions". While many people around the world can afford everyday expenses such as food or clothing, 97 million of the 471 million people living in Eastern Europe and Central Asia live on less than 2 dollars a day. Also of those 471 million, 24 million live on less than 1 dollar a day. Nearly 50 percent of sub-Saharan Africans live on less than $1 a day, and the number of people in South Asia who live on less than 1 dollar a day reaches almost half a billion. In South Asia, 240 million people don't have access to safe water, and half a billion don't have proper sanitation.
The poverty rates don't even end there. There are tons of families, children, and adults living in poverty in the United States. In fact, 37 million Americans are living in poverty, and nearly 35% of the poorer population in the US is children. The ratio of children who live in poverty in the US, is 1 to 6.

The fact that there are so many people who live in poverty around the world is so depressing. Here I am, typing this on a computer, in my own room, in my own house, with my own family, who makes an average amount of money each year. We're certainly not in poverty, but we're not rich, either. And the funny thing is that I never really remember thanking anybody for what I have. I know that on my birthdays, when people give me gifts, I say thank you. I say thank you when I get presents on the winter holidays. But have I ever thanked anyone for what me or my family has? Or what we don't have?

Day 4
Monday, October 25th, 2010
Sexism...

sex·ism - noun \ˈsek-ˌsi-zəm\: prejudice or discrimination based on sex; especially: discrimination against women

2: behavior, conditions, or attitudes that foster stereotypes of social roles based on sex
Sexism exists. As you read above, sexism is the belief or attitude that one gender is inferior to, or less valuable than the other.
Sexist statements include things like, "women can not play sports such as football or 'fight'" or "men can not go to salons or get their nails done". These statements discriminate against certain genders; male, or female. "But what's wrong with sexism?" someone might ask. To be short, sexism is just another form of any other kind of discrimination, no worse than racism or other types.

Just like what I said on my point of views of gay suicides and the people who bully people who are gay, I just don't understand it. And I don't understand this. Why would someone feel that they're more superior to someone else just because of their gender? I appreciate women who stand up against sexism toward women (although there is sexism against men, as well). I especially love feminist artists, and how they express their ideas about sexism and feminism in their artwork. It says a lot about how some people in our society today think about sexism.
I'd like to give a shout out to Kiki Smith, my favorite feminist artist, as of...yesterday. ;)

Cite: wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn
http://www.npc.umich.edu/poverty/
globalissues.org
http://www.nccp.org/topics/childpoverty.html
thinkquest.org
savethechildren.org

Watership Down (Again)

No matter how many different books I read, my mind always drifts back to this book. I might reread it, or might not, or may just forget about it all together, which is exactly what I don't want to do.
Surprisingly, Watership Down is the only book by Richard Adams that I like so far out of the, um, 2 books that I've read by him. (And wow, I remembered his name!)
Watership Down just stands out to me by the depth in it's ideas. I probably have yet to figure out the full meaning of it even though I've spent so much time thinking about it.
My old entry on this book says something along the lines of "Hazel and Fiver want a perfect home where they can fit in." I still think that this is true, and I think that the books makes it quite obvious. Who wants to get picked on for a stupid piece of cowslip in their own warren?
I'm actually starting to think that (one of) the main ideas is perfection. It makes perfect sense! (No pun intended at first, but now that I look back it's kind of funny).
I think that a theme in this book is perfection because the whole point is that the homes Fiver and Hazel try to fit into aren't perfect.
In their original warren, they got picked on and hassled out of good food and high statuses because the weren't in the strongest group. In Strawberry's warren, the rabbits had to worry about the traps that farmers set up to catch them, a deadly secret that they kept. And in Woundwart's warren, the dictator of the warren, (I just said it all) the rabbits have no freedom, and are living in a kind of military camp.
None of the warrens they see and go to are perfect. They all have flaws one way or another. I guess that's why Hazel and Fiver want their warren to be perfect. And I guess this happens with humans too, when people see all the flaws around them and try to fix them. But flaws are so realistic, why bother to change? I guess I would want freedom, and a real family warren instead of other hostile rabbits, but sometimes you can't change anything even if you try hard, even harder that Hazel, Fiver, and all of their friends tried. For example, the flaws going on in the world right now, as you read this, there's war, trees being cut down, oil in the oceans, poverty, animals being abused, animals dying, humans dying, air pollution, land pollution, water pollution...I could go on forever and make this entry so long you couldn't even load the page without your computer freezing, and having a window pop up saying "The URL is not valid and can not be loaded", like mine. But somethings can't be fixed, no matter how hard you or I, or the whole world tries.