Finishing your book left me with mixed emotions. Everything seemed as if it was going downhill when Jimmie Lee Jackson and Malcolm X passed away and being assassinated; I couldn’t imagine the shock of two people who just were what they believed was right for everyone and had done it with no violent intentions as well. After that, Bloody Sunday occurred, the irony of all of the peaceful protestors kneeling and suddenly being violently attacked by the guards on the bridge showed the true hate some people can have. I was in awe when you continued to give it your all, despite the obstacles that had been thrown at you. It was also very shocking to see you leave SNCC because you no longer agreed with what their new message was
I really enjoyed the little flashbacks of meeting President Obama because of what it symbolized; to never give up. All the hardships that you had gone through were worth it. The images made it feel more real and intense during the Bloody Sunday scenes. It was made that way to make the reader understand the pain and determination that everyone went through. You wanted to convey how in the end, its all worth it. The fight for one’s rights never truly ends, because we’re still fighting for them today. To fight this; people must be informed and not left in the dark about injust circumstances. To get solutions done, people have to come together
I grew up with people who were undocumented and I saw how they were denied or rejected because of that one reason, even if they were talented. I’ve witnessed firsthand how status can affect someone and how it affects their sense of self.
The library has always been a quiet area that allows one to be mindful and quiet in their little personal area. It gives people a small quiet comfort because it’s just regular people doing their own thing. In the far back of the Georgia State Library, there’s a small corner against the wall, hidden behind the rows of shelves of CDs and movies. There are computers lined up with its seats and chairs, long empty desks that are available to the students for whatever reason; to sleep, eat, study, complete assignments, etc. The library can be an area that many people can enjoy just for themselves because they’re familiar with the area. Small areas can be a way of private comfort to students or the opposite, where they prefer a more wide, open setting. There are many different types of students that you can notice in the library.
The little corner that I like to do my work in.
There are quiet students, who just take their time with no rush. The loud students in the back who are just there for a good time, or the kids who are working in groups. For the most part, all of these students are all worried about school, with normal everyday worries, but it could make one wonder about the students who are under the radar, who are worrying over something different. It’s the students who aren’t seen as much around campus or in the library. It makes you wonder about the students who have even more worries, that are not just everyday things. Every student goes into the library for whatever private reason, including the students who are undocumented. The library seems like the perfect place to help ease a student worries about their education. And then there’s the one student that looks a little more tired than the rest, the one who has more factors piling onto their plate, maybe financial aid, or their renewal process to continue to be in school hasn’t been processed.
Many institutions don’t focus on the fact that the student is bright and can have a lot of potentials; instead, they focus on what appears on the surface, a status. Institutions don’t seem to give a chance or give a student a chance. If they do however give them a chance, it’s not easy at all, those who are lucky to get in aren’t as fortunate to receive the financial aid they need to cover costs at school. There are a lot of students who don’t have the same privilege of getting government aid (pell grants, scholarships, etc) or can even get accepted into the school they’re pursuing because of their status. This leads students to apply for all kinds of loans and try to go through different methods to obtain the money they need ( get more than just one job, etc). If institutions always promote students to follow their dreams and education, why do they stop with students of a different background?
It’s not a very talked-about, or even thought about, a subject that could be associated with this space. It’s not mentioned, for the most part, whether an undocumented student has obtained a high winning award or if they’ve been successful in getting accepted into their dream school. A lot of schools and institutions don’t accept or give students the same access to scholarships to get any support. This can cause students to give up on what they want to pursue because of the obstacles that are left in their path.
Being gifted doesn’t benefit someone if they’re denied to keep pursuing their education, it also doesn’t benefit them if the institutions deny them as well. It is an issue that many people seem to ignore or don’t want to acknowledge. It is also doesn’t seem to be acknowledged by schools or forms of scholarships.
Where I usually tend to go
There are many students who are undocumented that attend universities. I personally believe that access to their education
should be easier to obtain. Institutions should be more open when it comes to accepting new students, who are willing and fighting to learn. I know people my age, who are trying their best and doing what they can to keep going in school, and I also know people who can’t go to school, the kids I grew up with who had to settle for something else. This issue is very important because it affects thousands of kids who have a dream, just like anyone else.
While reading I was left in complete shock. I felt the emotion throughout the moment of the funeral and the words were very powerful. I was also very angry when I realized what the President and his staff were trying to do when Fannie Lou Hamer came on national T.V to share her story. I was also not expecting to see everyone go to Africa and meet Malcolm X. It was also interesting to see the teachers march. I noticed how you kept using the word “march” in several instances, and the different tones you gave for the same word. The moment of what was happening in Selma, and how you focused on that specific part seemed like a very huge milestone and climax
You used pathos heavily in this part of your book because of Malcolm X’s death, I was shocked by how you received the news with him, and with Jimmie Lee Jackson. It seems that you were building up to that scene of the bridge and how you made the mood very tense and somber. I wonder what made you accept that every time you would go march or protest, you’d get arrested. I liked the parallel you gave, by when it focused on the present time when President Obama was inaugurated and when it went back to the past. A solution i’d like to propose would be to encourage the people to continue to fight for what’s right and to not get discouraged.
I chose this space because it brings me a sense of comfort every time I walk in to get my work done. It’s quiet, for the most part and every student is working independently trying to get their work done. I like to go to a little corner in the back, where its past the printing station to the left, and where it’s a little excluded and hidden. That’s the area where I usually try to get my work done, and for the most part i’m successful.
This area is on the first floor, near the cafe inside, and surrounded by multiple rows of shelves that are filled with movies. Almost every computer has a student in front of it, trying to get their work and assignments finished. The line to get to the printing station is always constant and the sound of the printer making the copies of paper never ends. There’s the scatter of feet as people walk by, trying to get to their next destination. Each table you see is full with students and their textbooks and notes. The very back, are the tables of students that are just trying to eat their meal, or have play a simple card game with their friends. Where I sit, I can see all of that and observe the other people in the library and notice their habits.
The library is a space where someone can focus and take their time to get an assignment done and it gives the student a sense of comfort and familiarity to be by themselves, or to be in a group with their friends. The library also makes me think about how many students are trying their hardest to keep their grades up and maintain the scholarships they receive. That also makes me think about how many students aren’t as lucky and can’t receive federal aid or even go to school, due to their status. There are people I know who aren’t as lucky as me, who pay almost twice as much, or who had to let go of the idea of going to school because they aren’t from here, but they consider themselves an American. This reminds me of immigration and what’s going on in our government and media and around the world as well. I believe it should be talked about more often as a whole, not just for politics because one never knows how you can help someone. The more people who know about it, the more change that can be applied.
The events in the ’60s are something I still can’t properly wrap my head around. I can’t imagine how hard and how brave everyone had to be to stand up for their rights. The way that voting offices would give literacy tests to only black applicants, or how they’d get targeted if they were able to successfully register to vote. How officers would find a reason to arrest any of the protestors and send them straight to jail was very shocking. Right after that, there was a protest planned called the ‘Freedom Vote’, with Harvard University student, Bob Moses. During that protest, President Kennedy had been shot and assassinated, and everyone had to continue with the protests that’d been planned, everyone had to keep pushing forward. What really created further tension, was when the three young voters were presumed to be missing; but in reality, everyone had known deep down what had happened to them. This portion of your book focused mainly on the darker and more depressing moments. I was very shocked when I saw how brutal someone’s experience was to register to vote, compared to my experience where I could easily register online. Also, the feeling of dread and surprise when I saw what happened to those young voters, I had a feeling of what had happened but was still stunned when their bodies were found. I wondered why you put in the portion of the party and that one moment where everyone was happy, was it because you wanted to show how young you all were still? A solution I would like to propose would be not to give up, and to continue to fight for what you believe is right.
The book “March” is very compelling. How it starts off with the Church and the intense set of events that occur right after. This book is about how you and many other civil rights leaders fought for the rights of everyone. How the communities were split up with one side fighting for equal rights and the other side is to keep segregation. This book also goes from the present 2009 to 1963 when you meet the new president of the United States.
When I was reading the book, the imagery made it feel even more powerful because I was actually seeing how it happened. It wasn’t just my imagination but someone else’s memory put on to drawings. The part that had really shocked was when those four little girls were killed in the church and the only thing left to see was her shoe. It made me think about how much society has changed since the 1960s, but at the same time shows how much more we have to go. Because although we are “equal”, there are a lot of problems that I was wondering why you decided to start the book off that way, what was the reason for starting in a severe way.
A solution that I would like to propose would be, to have gathered more national attention for the death of those little girls and the two young men and state what the cause of hate could do to communities so that the rest of the people and the citizens could see what was happening in the south.
When i was around 6 to 7 my mom would always read and teach me how to read this little book of stories of characters full of animals and what they would go through in where they lived. Specifically, there was a story about a little elephant who became upset at the fact that her trunk couldn’t wrap around the tree when reaching for the branches . She had become so upset about that fact and had thrown a fit.
Carmen Guzman,Kindergarten.
Later on however, as she walked away, she walked in to another tree, that was smaller than the other trees,but perfect for her. After that incident, she was very content. That short story always made me excited to read this book and would become happy when i would successfully read through it on my own with no help . This book was in spanish and would sometimes make it difficult for me to alternate in between English and Spanish . I do believe however, that it helped fuel my curiosity to read.
