DU BOIS “The problem of the Twentieth Century is the problem of the color-line”. What do you think Du Bois means? (p.885)
“The problem of the Twentieth Century is the problem of the color-line” I believe that Du Bois is referring to the obvious racial discrimination that the was prevalent during that time and even today to some extent. Du Bois elaborates how he looks into Not only does this discrimination create a “hate-culture” it also risks the success rate of people who are discriminated. A recent example of this is the 2016 presidential election of the United States of America. A lot of racial dispute arose from this election. The color-line Du Bois mentions is the racial profiling some people face or the stereotypes imposed on people just because of their background. Unfortunately, the problem of the Twenty-first Century is also the problem of the color-line.
Beautiful poem! I’m truly touched by the struggle and the pain in this poem. I personally find poems very intimidating and I must commend you for yours. It’s beautiful and your language is powerful. We must face adversity as they come and fight back with full strength and perseverance. Your words are truly inspiring and I hope you continue to write more. Looking forward to reading more of your work.
It is so exciting to be here on this boat. Who would’ve thought that I would end up helping Jim run away! After all the troubles I’ve caused him I guess this is the least I could do. But what an opportunity to go down the Mississipi river. I’ve always wanted to but I would have never imagined that it would be under these circumstances. I wish this trip will never end! Although I am helping Jim and Huck, I do want to stay on this boat forever, just flowing with the river. I want to become one with the river. The river is me and I am the river. It’s amazing how nature works, how the river is flowing, how it goes from night to day and day to night. You don’t think about these things on land; there is always more to do on land than on the river. When you don’t have those things to worry about you start seeing all these things. Like how bright the moon glows at night, how beautiful the stars are as you’re moving along the river. It’s breathtaking. I’m glad I decided to tag along with Huck and Jim.
Firstly, I love the theme of your blog, the black and red really do compliment each other. I love your post about travelling with the runaways, it really does put you in a beautiful mindset of travelling down the Mississippi river. How wonderful and exciting would it be to help two runaways along the river and as you said if such an opportunity arrives you just have to take it. I’m glad that you got the opportunity to write about this journey and hope that one day both of us get to see the Mississippi river in person.
Keep up the good work and I would love to read more of your writing.
“I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born. Not having the clear mind unobstructed by opinions and criticisms. My actions pure and unmonitored. Every action I have today, I question myself. Is it me who is making these decisions? Are these my actions that I execute? Do I even know myself anymore?
I try to remember; a time when my actions weren’t doctored by a mind that was molded by society and the people that surround me. Do I even recognize my actions anymore? Have I lost myself trying to please others? Everything seems such a blur, my actions are led by interior motives and I am left seeking a purpose. A purpose other than to please people.
For this week’s peer review. I’m reviewing Emily’s second blog
Love this blog on Patrick White’s quote “Life is full of alternatives but no choices”. This blog and the quote sent chills down my spine, just the stark reality of all these options and alternatives but is limited and not having a choice is so profound; especially because we are raised in a ‘the world is your oyster’ environment. But in reality, it’s not as easy as that. There are so much you can do, but you’re always limited by your circumstances and individual situation. There is always a potential for so much but you’ll never be able to exhaust that potential.
In terms of grammar, the blog is pretty good, except for the paragraph that starts with Fate. There are a few errors there. “is a results” and “an fragile”. If you have a read through you should be able to detect it.
Overall, great work on the blog. Looking forward to reading more of your work.
I believe that ‘Nature ‘ is the biggest gift that humankind has received. We are who we are because of the gifts that we have been given but also because of humankind’s resourcefulness and the will to survive any obstacle. The Native American sense of the importance of nature reminds me of the religion which I grew up in taught me. Hindu’s have a similar sense of the importance of nature, but instead of it being one almighty they see the divine in individual things. Everything is a representation of a god. And we respect or at least try to respect everything accordingly. Leading 18 years under similar circumstances to the Native American sense of the importance of nature. It has its pros and cons. Although I am not trying to claim that these in any way are the exact same, this thought came across to me during the lecture. And how two different religions that developed under two different circumstances could be so similar. It could be possibly the true human character. I cannot answer the question if living like the Native American sense of the importance of nature will make our lives more whole and meaningful because the definition of more whole and meaningful is very vague and subjective; things that I find whole and meaningful may not be the same as the third or the second person. In my opinion, religion itself is a way for people to find meaning and purpose, and the Native American’s values may also serve this purpose.
You hear the term ‘millennials’ a lot these days. This generally refers to the people born roughly between 1982 till the early 2000s. This is the generation Y that grew up with the internet. When I was growing up, the internet was just starting to become big. I remember starting with a dial up then being upgraded to ADSL and then finally getting a wireless modem. I used to own a phone that didn’t even have WiFi; how crazy is that? Now that you look at the next generation, they can barely fathom not having a phone without WiFi or any access to the internet. Raise your hands if you had the Nokia brick phone and were super excited you could play the snakes all night long. Yepp, it was wild.
But what is the biggest flaw in being a part of this generation? These are my personal opinions and some people may agree or disagree to this, it is completely fine. As a part of this generation, I feel like the people who get the short end of the bargain are the ‘average’ people. And by saying ‘average’ people, I don’t intend to offend anyone, there is nothing wrong in being ‘average’; let me define the term ‘average’ before elaborating further. The word average to me means a mid-point. Something that is in the middle of everything, it doesn’t exceed anything neither does it deceed anything. It’s pretty basic. And with the term ‘average person’ I’m referring to the people who aren’t overly successful or overly frowned upon. In the age of the internet, anything can push you towards either end of the spectrum and you are only recognised if you are a part of either of the spectrum.
I grew up reading Anne Frank’s diary, by the time that I could make sense of anything I was on facebook and getting to know about Mark Zuckerberg and I was this very average girl, who wasn’t really good at anything. I was okay at a lot of things but never really great at anything. I have always been ambitious but ambitions alone doesn’t get you anywhere, you need some talent to take you to places. Throughout school grade 10, I always thought I was good at English, and I was so proud of it and guess what, I’m still good at English, but just as much a person whose 1st language is English. Let’s just say that I’m not Shakespeare or anything. I’m just an average millennial. I’ve been given examples of great people but I don’t think I’ll ever be great at anything, I’ve been told I have potential but I don’t think I’ll reach my full potential. Not because I think I’m incapable of anything but because there are so many benchmarks before I’ve even tried that it’s easier not to try. It’s like expecting someone to discover gravity again, or to write Romeo and Juliet. It’ll always be compared to the benchmark that is already there. The stakes are too high and if you don’t make it you make a fool of yourself.
You need a degree, you need a job, you need a house, you need a reputation, you need a social life. You just need too much and for the average person like me, it’s too hard.
This semester has been personally very hard on me. I’ve been homesick, I’ve had financial problems and I’ve questioned many of my choices. I admit that I didn’t even show up to many of the lectures and tutorials because I just couldn’t find the energy and effort to think about Shakespeare. I kept trying to motivate myself, I know four languages and English is one of the languages that I love! I should and need to learn the history behind it. My love for this not only makes me want to learn it but it compels me to do it! Halfway through the semester I stumbled back to one of the tutorials which was on The Twelfth night. It resonated with so much anguish I had with the current situation that we have in the world that it peaked my interest in the subject. I was furious with myself, I had allowed these things to come in my way of learning, of understanding how the world works! And therefore, my blog hasn’t been up to date. I know that there is no excuse to my mistakes. I’ve bunched up all my blogs at the end to understand and grasp what I have missed out on. I also did all the peer reviews because I loved reading my classmates’ blogs. One of my favourite blogs is Anne-Marie’s. She inspires me so much.
I believe that there is a cycle of life that is constantly going on, no matter what time or year or technology. There will always be a Richard III, a King Lear, a Fool, and a fool’s fool. These experiences are so universal because these characters not only represent the time they were written in but the psychology of the person they were written about. There will always be an arrogant, power hungry person motivated by their deformities. Therefore, I think my blog I, Richard III is my best creative blog. To some extent I resonated with Richard. Although my deformities are not external, I believe they are internal. I don’t receive the hate that Richard feels but to some extent I have disliked some of my own feature and been critical about it. And I believe there is always a Richard III in us. Something that loathes themselves and internalizes all the arguments to push our self to be the best there is, to be a King. My best critical blog is 12. I truly started understanding Shakespeare and the Renaissance after this tutorial and I haven’t felt the same way about Shakespeare.
This unit was a journey in itself and oh what a journey it was.
The whole theme of 12th night has been deeper meanings. It has sentences that have double-entendres. In one of the lines that Feste uses in response to Viola, “No, sir. I live by the church”. This sentence implies that he lives next to a church but also that he lives by the teachings of the church and it could also mean that he makes a living off the church. This play makes you question meanings behind every sentence, both in the play and real life. This is one of the plays that peaked my interests and pulled me back to re-read it. It made me reflect on conversations that have happened in real life, every compliment, every criticism, every conversation. The complexity of the English language is vast and complex, and the roots of it lies in these texts that we are studying today. It has made me think of all the courtesies that English has: politeness, grammar, pronunciation. We can assess a person through all of these things. It has always held a meaning, their politeness, how they pronounce it, how fast they speak. But through this text I’ve realized how deep the complexities go beyond all of these. And through the 12 weeks of this unit, I’ve truly realized the value of the 12th night.