CO2520 Homework Week 2
CO2520 Homework Week 2
The Individual, Perception, and Society
I can re-call my father in the military 1965, Portsmouth, Va. I have five brothers and a sister. My family decided that we should be a part of the neighborhood so we joined a baseball team. While on the field everything seemed to be ok. There were some looks and sterns but we all seem to get along. After a few weeks of playing ball and having a great time, we had a late practice. The practice was good but it’s what happened after practice that changes my perception on life.
Practice was over after dark and I and my brothers were on our way home, when out of nowhere we heard “there they go lets getem, lets string them up” we started running for our lives. We felt that if we made to the military base we would be safe, but the eleven or so white assailants had other ideas. They cut off our exit to freedom. The next move was to find somewhere safe other than the base. I had a friend at school named Jessie and I knew where he live so we ran there. His mother opened the door to see three little black boys standing scared out of their minds. She asked what was wrong and I told her they were chasing us. She came out on the porch with her shotgun full rock salt and cleared the corner. Jessie’s mom then took us to the entry point of base. We thanked her and went home. After that night it was really hard to be outside after dark with worrying about be chased or being hung.
My perception on life that day changed because my father was serving the United States, I saw us as U.S. citizens and everyone equal. I realized then that the world wasn’t the way I thought it was. I had a perceptual misunderstanding as to how life really was versus how my life was going to be. I started seeing the prejudice in the world for what it really was.
The Individual, Perception, and Society
I can re-call my father in the military 1965, Portsmouth, Va. I have five brothers and a sister. My family decided that we should be a part of the neighborhood so we joined a baseball team. While on the field everything seemed to be ok. There were some looks and sterns but we all seem to get along. After a few weeks of playing ball and having a great time, we had a late practice. The practice was good but it’s what happened after practice that changes my perception on life.
Practice was over after dark and I and my brothers were on our way home, when out of nowhere we heard “there they go lets getem, lets string them up” we started running for our lives. We felt that if we made to the military base we would be safe, but the eleven or so white assailants had other ideas. They cut off our exit to freedom. The next move was to find somewhere safe other than the base. I had a friend at school named Jessie and I knew where he live so we ran there. His mother opened the door to see three little black boys standing scared out of their minds. She asked what was wrong and I told her they were chasing us. She came out on the porch with her shotgun full rock salt and cleared the corner. Jessie’s mom then took us to the entry point of base. We thanked her and went home. After that night it was really hard to be outside after dark with worrying about be chased or being hung.
My perception on life that day changed because my father was serving the United States, I saw us as U.S. citizens and everyone equal. I realized then that the world wasn’t the way I thought it was. I had a perceptual misunderstanding as to how life really was versus how my life was going to be. I started seeing the prejudice in the world for what it really was.