The Shining’s setting takes place at the Overlook Hotel, which is located in the Colorado Rockies. Stuart Ullman, the hotel's manager, tells the Torrance family while giving them a tour of the place that The Overlook Hotel was built on an Indian burial ground. The Overlook Hotel was originally inspired by the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado. Stephen King actually began writing The Shining in Room 217 at the Stanley Hotel.…
Just as a book cannot be judged by its cover, Sheriff Mapes, in A Gathering of Old Men, by Ernest J. Gaines, should not just be judged by how he is in the beginning of the novel because he changes his perspectives throughout the book. The story is set in a fictional “Louisiana sugarcane plantation in the 1970s” (back cover) and focuses on the murder of Beau Boutan, a member of a white farming family. Sheriff Mapes, who is white, is set to arrest Mathu, a proud, old, black man, for killing Beau Boutan. Once the gathering of old, black men all claim they shot Beau, Mapes needs to determine the truth. In doing so, Mapes slowly develops over the course of the novel, altering his views and opinions, gestures, and actions toward the black men in the small southern town they share.…
Enter Three Witches, written by Caroline B. Cooney, was written based off of the famous story Macbeth, written by William Shakespeare. In the story there were many different cases that caused the storyline to be poor. There were poor choices in the way the author tried to tie the story with Macbeth by using Acts and Scenes from the story, the author hardly used any sophisticated words to enhance the writing in the story, and it’s difficult to find the climax in the story if there even is one. Macbeth is one of the most known writings that William Shakespeare has ever written, and when an author wants to base their writing off of a story like that, they really need to be careful when writing their book, if not, the author would be leaving…
Steele says, “Emmett was killed and grotesquely mutilated for supposedly looking at or whistling at a white women. Oh, how we probed his story, finding in his youth and Northern upbringings the quintessential embodiment of black innocence, brought down by a white evil so portentous and apocalyptic, so gnarled and hideous, that it left us with a felling not far from awe. By telling story and others like it, we came to feel the immutability of our victimization, its utter indigenousness, as a thing on this earth like dirt or sand or…
In the book the white women has power over the black man all because he is black. “She turned on him in scorn “listen nigger,” she said “you know what I can do to you if you open your trap?” crooks stared hopelessly at her and then he sat down on his bunk and drew into himself. She closed on him “you know what I could do?” crook seemed to grow smaller and he pressed himself against the wall “yes ma’am “ that a woman was able to make a black man feel bad about himself and make him stop talking. Also how a curley has power over his wife. H=because she is women and during that time women were just property (……) that he is able to make his wife feel like property and that she can't do anything just stay at home and clean. Then how the white men has power over black men all because the color of her skin(…) that they won't talk to him or anything else beside play horseshoes with. Plus how he's not allowed to go into the buk where they other guys are he has to stay in the barn with the…
As I sat outside watching the other inmates, a gentle breeze caressed my face, providing relief from the sun’s hot rays. I was used to the heat, but maybe it was the circumstances that I was in that made it unbearable. I could see that my fellow inmates felt the same as they lazed about, their skin glistening with sweat, their shirts clinging to their backs. ‘Guilty until proven innocent’ rang angrily in my mind when I saw the number of Negroes compared to white people incarcerated. The amount of court cases, as well as families, jobs and lives, lost due to our colour was innumerable. Half of us didn’t even commit a crime worth being sent to jail for, but here we are! I wiped my forehead with an already sticky hand and surveyed my surroundings in an effort to shake off the contemptuous thought. The dirt oval consisted of some simple worn out exercising equipment, their hinges squeaking in protest with very movement; a few withering trees dying in the midday heat, two lookouts sitting on the inside of the perimeter where the prison guards patrolled the prisoners and a barbed wire fence which enclosed the space in an ominous hug. I thought pensively about my situation as I kicked the dusty ground vehemently, scuffing my already torn prison boots in the process. The rising hopelessness that I had kept bottled up throughout the court case, believing that with Mr Finch on my side I would definitely be acquitted, quickly vanished, much like the specks of dirt that I had kicked up had disappeared, carried away with the breeze of reality.…
The text is a short story by Zora Neale Hurston describing a little girl filled with joy and is constantly doing things that she wants without letting the color of her skin hold her back from living her childhood days to the fullest. The short story was first published December of 1924 in an issue of Opportunity. The reader would most likely be someone who reads issues published from Opportunity or someone who was looking for articles, poems, and short stories related to African-American studies and literary pieces related to the Harlem Renaissance. The author is a prizewinner for her short story Drenched in Light. Hurston made her debut in the Harlem Renaissance with that same prize winning short story. Hurston was raised in Eatonville, which…
Douglass writes in chapter three, “ The wife of Mr. Giles Hicks- murdered my wife's cousin, a girl between fifteen and sixteen years of age, mangling her person in the most horrible manner,” which in the eyes of abolitionists in 1845 and even today in 2015 produces the uttermost sympathy for a young girl who instead of having a long fulfilled life, had dealt with another woman “breaking her nose and breastbone with a stick, so that the poor girl expired in the few hours afterward.” In his narrative, Douglass chose an audience that would react in the right way to the experiences a slave commonly encountered. He carefully implemented sensitivity in dealing with another slaves difficult issues by choosing words such as “poor girl” in order to make his point without making an enemy. Douglass also understood that the use of language like “mangling” and “expired” would disgust any reader who also shared the same belief that people are not property and being black should not allow tolerance for unjustified…
The Narrator of the novel shows how the slaves are treated Inhumane and are Inequity to the Plantation owners. The use of whips and punishment are acts of Brutality and as a Deterrent to slaves if they don’t follow the rules. Yet Whitechapel still Justifies the behaviours of his owners and fair and in doing so keeps some Dignity.…
“Even though I was outraged, I knew he did not commit this indignity against me, but against me black flesh, my color.”…
Upon arriving at the assembly he is asked to participate in a battle royal with some of his fellow classmates. Before the fight the participants are taken onto a stage where a beautiful white woman is dancing completely naked. The boys are taunted by the crowd. “Some threatened us if we looked and others if we did not” (1274). In this time period it was commonly believed that black men were dangers to white women, looking to harass and rape women at any time. The position that the fighters are put in shows how this stereotype was used to persecute African Americans in his time period.…
"She has committed no crime, she has merely broken a rigid and time-honored code of our society, a code so severe that whoever breaks it is hounded from our midst as unfit to live with. She is the victim of cruel poverty and ignorance, but I cannot pity her: she is white. She knew full well the enormity of her offense, but because her desires were stronger than the code she was breaking, she persisted in breaking it. […]…
One day after his mother’s death, Chapel, Whitechapel’s son, fled from the plantation. The master of the plantation, Mr. Whitechapel, told the deputy that they should wait whit Chapel’s punishment if he returned, till him himself returned from his voyage. However the deputy left the plantation before Chapel was caught because he was selfish and wanted to see his wife. When Chapel was caught the overseer of the plantation, Mr. Sanders Junior, did not listen to Whitechapel and the other slaves and punished Chapel by giving him 200 lashes. Chapel died because of the whipping.…
After years of oppression, Dick finally decided that he had enough. The day that Lon Everett, a white drunken man, “skidded murdously” and “sideswiped” Dick was the very same day that his “eyes went red.” Dick proceeds to tend to his master after the crash. Everett then “smashed him in the face” while Dick’s hands “twitched slightly” at his side. Once Everett punched Dick for the second time, blood comes “trickling” down his face. Dick moved swiftly down the street “shooting from the hip” killing both blacks and white whether they were guilty or innocent. One “old Negro man stuck out” his head and is shot without hesitation. Another “kindly,” “devoted,” “pleasant florid faced man” is murdered as well. Dick sees whites as the enemy as…
Miss Minnie’s decision to accuse a man of rape proved fatal but rewarding. Life was full of…