humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
TO BREATHE
TO BREATHE London 1822 “So”, Doctor Benson said, “do you see these angels in the trees all the time or only sometimes?” The old man he spoke to was not an inmate of Benson’s asylum. Benson was compiling a case history on him, though, for the archive of his mental hospital. Through their mutual friend, Mr Robinson, Benson had offered the impoverished old man a guinea to be interviewed. He regarded the old man as a most interesting case. The old man looked at Benson kindly. It was almost a look of pity and the thought came to Benson that the poor fellow actually felt sorry for him. An intolerable thought or at the very least a discomfiting one.
By Antonia Hildebrand5 years ago in Humans
Horn Fellows 2021
Racism has never been an easy topic. It involved many ideologies and the influence of science. It has never been an epidemic but a learned behavior affecting every child and adult. Its history going far back since a human can remember and since they have been on this earth. Even though its effect seems almost irreversible, we can reverse it. This reconciliation must take understanding and acceptance of common humanity learned throughout the education of each particular individual. Role-playing can be very effective in handling the elements of racism. Racism spread through role-playing, hence, we can alternate its usage to effectively break down the walls and barriers of racism. When an individual ignited their reaction with violence, racism becomes strong and has a compelling influence on the situation. Self-defense must be used as a protection against further interrogation, intimidation, and humiliation. Everyone must realize that thinking of your defense will only widen the reputation of racism because dividing only increases its grip on society. We must come together as a whole community disputing all forms of racism. If we accept a little racism then it will lead to violence. We must think like one and act like one. Peacefully silences every fire of violence that racism insists. We have a government and its democracy is the way to change the future to end the effect of racism. Seeking a government that administers justice from the least to the greatest. Fighting for that government that will not judge based on the outward appearance but actions and character. We can defeat racism, a quick unjustifiable reaction to a person because of their skin color. This ancient and worn-out battle cry has cursed humanity since the beginning of all wars. We have to gather up the false evidence and false teachers of such knowledge laying the groundwork for reconciliation. We must realize that this world can only piece itself together when every man and every woman realized that the color of skin does not state anything about a person and their virtue. Then we must examine our trauma, we must phase out our own biases, even if it means seeking professional help. There is no way in this world that an individual can rely on support without the help of other people from a different race. And even if their life appeared independent, then they will come to some point of no return where they will run into a person of another race and make certain responses. Learning is the key to life and long life. We must be open to the new changes that occur in our life. When we meet different people, they can open up your horizon, help you become a well-rounded person. This is what we should teach our children and students. It is easy to hang around those who look like you, but it is harder to be around those who are different. Once we realize that our differences are small and what makes us alike is greater, the greatest weapon of racism has fallen and common humanity has been lifted to a higher standard. This standard must include everyone who was oppressed and degraded. Calling out all ignorances and arrogances, we must bring forth restitution. We have to realize that the mind is the target by the connotations of racism. This is meant to make an impression on the mind to paralyze the body and its capabilities. Forgiving does heal the mind because letting go does build up the mind. And awaiting justice gives hope to the mind. Violence's purpose is to confined and distorted the mind. Our victory over racism and its bigotries must be sure of justice for all people. We cannot go back to giving one race more power than another race. We cannot make it about degrading or abusing another race. We have to uplift all humanity and encourage common humanity to all teaching all students that justice matters and respecting others is guaranteed a life well-lived.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Humans
Can You Explain This To Me?
"Can you explain this to me?" My mother's voice was deliberate and her choice of words concise. That was how I knew she meant business. "What do you mean?" I asked, but I knew what she was talking about. By the ripe age of 14, I had already become adept at feigning ignorance in an attempt to stall so that I could come up with a believable response to any situation in which I thought it best not to tell my parents the truth.
By Patrick Jones5 years ago in Humans
Who Am I: My True Color
Who am I? What are my true colors? Who is this person that I look at in the mirror everyday? Who is this person that everyone says is ugly, annoying, retarded, or cant do shit right. Who is she? People judge me before they get to know me. People get mad and wanna fight when I speak my truth or speak the truth about them and who they are as a person. Older men and women won't give me a real chance of a relationship because they think I'm stupid or wet behind the ears. Or judge me based on my age and current position in life. So what is my true color really? Who is this woman that has the voice of an angel? Who has bars like master p and brings good to the table. I'm so sick of these labels. Scare of judgment. It's painful. I'm so sick of feeling worthless. I hope I don't get fatal. Who is this woman wants to please everyone around them, but can't be who she is on the inside nor the outside. And if she does show whether true color is, she'll lose everyone around her and will officially be alone. If she does what truly makes her happy, she may as well burn every bridge with everyone that's close to her or associates with. So the main question is....WHAT....IS....MY....TRUE....COLOR?!?! My true color defines who I am. So who am I, you ask? I am a black woman. I am a black woman who is lost. I am a black woman who is broken. I am a black woman who is angry, hurt, sad, depressed. I am a black woman that wants to be free. I'm a black woman trapped inside a teeny tiny box the size of a grain of sand. I feel like crying and screaming at the top of my lungs so everyone can notice me. Notice that I need help. Notice that I want to be free. Right now I'm not free. I'm a black woman who is incarcerated in the facility of anxiety, loneliness, and fear. I'm a black women that wakes up every morning pissed the fuck off at the world. Pissed off at myself. Beyond Pissed at everyone around me. I am infuriated. I'm a black woman that cries herself to sleep every night. Most nights I can't even get any sleep because I'm so stuck inside my head. I'm a black woman who grew up in a Jehovah's Witness household and was forced out the closet at 15, and forced out again and "disciplined" for it at 17. And being told by my own mother that I'm not her daughter all because I'm attracted to the same sex. I am a black woman who is still trapped inside this pitch black dark closet in 2021 at 20 years old. I'm a black woman who thinks to herself every single day "what if I was not around anymore? What if I wasn't on this planet anymore? Will anyone miss me when I'm gone? Will the world be better off without me? Maybe I should just eliminate myself from the equation of life. I'd be doing everyone around me a favor if I just put the gun up to my head and pull the trigger without any hesitations whatsoever". I ask myself everyday "when will you run away to another state or country? When will you come out the closet for good and never return? Better yet, forget coming out the closet. When will you break down that closet door and burn it into ashes? And most importantly, when will you be free to be yourself?" So who am I? What are my true colors? I am a black woman on the road. A lonely, dark, deceiving, scary road of destruction.
By Awomanwithadream5 years ago in Humans
What Comes Around, Goes Around
I've been asked before why I have such a low opinion on society in general. In people. And I find that these naively optimistic people have had no real betrayals. No one had ever done something that just...tainted their views on the world.
By Catherine MacKenzie5 years ago in Humans
Whimsy
She wanted to be good, she really did but it was a struggle every minute of every day because she wanted to be satisfied constantly. She knew that it didn't make sense, all through her childhood she had been taught that affection was obsolete. Her parents rarely appeared more than friends residing in the same house. Her father paid the bills and then some. Her mother was able to purchase anything she wanted to, within reason. They weren't super rich but they didn't have to worry about pounds and pennies on a daily basis. Her father showed love to her and her mother regularly even effusively, her mother, however, only showed love to her own brother and mother. So given all that, she didn't understand her keenly developed sense of desire. It wasn't reliable though or predictable. Either she wanted, ached for passion, or she wanted nothing. When it was absent she collapsed down into herself, somewhat akin to a hedgehog defending itself she was spiky and cross with anyone who tried to get close.
By Eveline Bright5 years ago in Humans
Test Flights
Harold had labored in the same job, the same diesel grime and oil, for thirty-six years. Today he would retire. His world for the past thirty-six years had consisted of a four-way intersection and the three buildings attached to that intersection, the Danderwood Apartments, C.S.W Engine Repair, and The Jasmine Moon Restaurant and Lounge. Harold’s thinning hair had assumed a bleached-out canary yellow tint about six years after he moved into the apartment building. His thick beard, while fiercely retaining some of its original strawberry blondness, had also taken on the same yellow hue. Engine grease and years of smoking had worked together to turn his teeth and skin nearly the same shade of gray.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Humans
