Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Reconstruction
This is similar to the modern civil rights movement, which refers to the reform movements in the United States aimed at outlawing racial discrimination against African Americans and restoring suffrage in the Southern states.
Here is the link to an article regarding the modern civil rights movement:
http://civilliberty.about.com/od/raceequalopportunity/ig/History-of-Black-Civil-Rights/Modern-Civil-Rights-Movement.htm
Monday, September 28, 2009
American History Writing #1 Rough Draft
“Dying for Dixie” by Tony Horwitz, a story in which a white teenage boy is shot by four black teenage boys around his age because of a confederate flag that he kept on the back of his truck, provides a perfect example of the types of places in which it seems that the war is still going on. The true story takes place in the small town of Guthrie, Kentucky. Horwitz describes biker bars in this town that have Martin Luther King Jr. day celebrations with a “Thank God for James Earl Ray Party” and a proclomation of “Fuck Martin Luther King Jrs B.Day”. When Horwitz interviewed some of the men at the biker bar about the town, one of the men replied “We got a few people standing up for white rights. The rest are pussies who let niggers trample all over them. Like those boys who shot Westerman the other day..You’ve got your KKK and your BBB-that’s Badass Black Brothers. Two sides of the same coin. If they want war, come on.” This very attitude is what the father of the murder victim Michael Westerman is talking about when he states that in their town it feels like the war is still going on.
This does not mean that the majority of people are for “white power”. In fact, according to the man in the biker bar that Horwitz interviewed, there are not very many. But even just a few of the strong willed white supremists can be enough to start a conflict. A good example of the racial conflict in this small town is the pool at the Holiday Motel. This small run down motel in Gurthie once had a public swimming pool available to anybody staying at the motel. One hot summer day a few black children paid their money and jumped in the pool. “It was like we sent an electrical charge through the water” said Maria Eskridge, the owner of the motel. Once the black children had gotten in, all the whites got out as quickly as possible. They complained to Eskridge to tell the blacks to leave. Eskridge, not having a strong opinion on the matter and not wanting to start more trouble, ignored the complaints. As the complaining from the white residents continued to get worse, Eskridge and her husband simply filled the pool with pond dirt so that nobody would be able to swim. This solution shows that althouugh there were not too many people strongly against people of different races, there were many people who didn’t care too much either way, but didn’t do much to help. This is one of the contributing factors to the continued conflict. If the power of the white supremists is strong enough and the people in the middle are doing nothing to help the situation, the power of discrimination will become powerful enough to take over the small town.
It wasn’t long before the issue of racism and prejudice became a matter of life or death. Michael Westerman was shot by four black teenagers because of a confedarate flag waving from the back of his truck. According to Michael’s own wife, the flag was there simply because it was red and matched the details on his truck. But living in a town where racism was still alive, the shooters assumed that it was a racial statement aimed at them. Maybe slavery has ended, maybe we are finally all legally thought of as equal, but there will always be people who break the law, and it’s these people who keep the war alive in parts of America.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Media Saves the Beach
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
My Hero
Trying to decide on a choice for my American icon was a very difficult assignment for me. I wanted to find someone who I could really spark a deep connection with, someone I really admire; so I looked through lists of famous celebrities, writers, photographers, artists, and great thinkers, trying to find someone that clicked with my personality and who I hope to become. A couple of days ago, I came home to find that I had been searching for something that had been right in front of me all along. How could I have overlooked the person who had been 100% by my side all along? Someone who I have personally seen overcome every obstacle put in front of them and beat the odds even when there was no hope left? My American icon is my mom, the strongest and most inspiring person I know.
My mom and I had very different childhoods, she made sure of that. As a young child she was abused by her own mother, beaten and starved and locked in the basement on regular occasions. She was taken from her home by child services at a young age and was put into foster homes, left with nothing but a broken jaw that she had to live with until she was able to get dental surgery in her late twenties. She was then raised to be a strict Fundamentalist-Baptist and was sheltered from doing the things that most teenagers do, like go out with friends or even listen to music. Finally, after high school, she broke away from her religion and became a child's advocate for Project Heartbeat, a program made to help children who came from broken homes. Most people would have given up at this point, but that wasn't something my mom was raised to do.
Growing up, I never wanted to be like my mom. It took about fourteen years and the uncovering of some information that had been kept from me to realize how lucky I am to have her. When I was seven years old, my dad took me on a spontaneous four-week vacation to
I can not say that I can in any way relate to the pain and suffering that my mom has been through, but I am learning from her how to beat the odds even if they are all against you. I have been there with my mom when she battled cancer, both times; visited her when she was hospitalized for periods of time, watched her completely lose her memory for a period of two months, and all the while watched her do everything she can to make sure that I have the best life that she can provide for me. I can only hope to become as good-hearted and selfless of a person as she is.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Blog #6
"I visited her when she was hospitalized, watched her memory for a period of two months, and all the while saw her do everything she can to ensure that I have the best life that she can provide for me." I like this sentence because I think it mostly sums up the hardships that my mom and I have been through and her hard work and selflessness.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Blog #5
Blog #4
I want to change my work by revising the organization and order in which i presented the ideas and by fine-tuning the word choice and spelling, and maybe add some new information.
Second Draft of my Artist Statement:
Trying to decide on a choice for my American icon was a very difficult assignment for me. There are many great people in the history of our coutry who I admire that have made amazing accomplishments, but not many who I can honestly say have inspired me or drastically changed my view on anything. I wanted to find someone who I could really spark a deep connection with, someone I really admire; so I looked through lists of famous celebrities, writers, photographers, artists, and great thinkers, trying to find someone that cicked with my personality and who I hope to become. A couple of days ago, I came home to find that I had been searching for something that had been right in front of me all along. How could I have overlooked the person who had been 100% by my side all along? Someone who I have personally seen overcome every obstacle put in front of them and beat the odds even when there was no hope left? My American icon is my mom, the strongest and most inspiring person I know.
My mom and I had very different childhoods, she made sure of that. As a young child she was abused by her own mother, beaten and starved and locked in the basement on regular occasions. She was taken from her home by child services at a young age and was put into foster homes, left with nothing but a broken jaw that she had to live with until she was able to get dental surgery in her late twenties. She was then raised to be a strict Fundamentalist-Baptist and was sheltered from doing the things that most teenagers do, like go out with friends or even listen to music. Although she was away from her terrible home, things continued to get worse, in ways that I cannot explain because to this day i still do not know to the full extent what happened in my mother's teenage years. Finally, after high school, she broke away from her religion and became a child's advocate for Project Heartbeat, a program made to help children who came from broken homes. Most people would have given up at this point, but that wasn't something my mom was raised to do. Instead, she did her part to ensure that not everybody has to suffer.
Growing up, I never wanted to be like my mom. I would always accuse her of stifiling me by being too overprotective, and roll my eyes whenever she tried to make a joke. It took about fourteen years and the uncovering of some information that had been kept from me to realize how lucky I am to have her. When I was seven years old, my dad took me on a spontaneous four-week vacation to Europe. I never really questioned the reasoning behind it, I just assumed that it was purely for the sake of traveling. We went to London Paris, Rome, Venice, Verona, and other placed tht I don't even remember the names of. But being seven, I didn't appreciate the rich culture and history of these places as much as my dad. After what seemed like an endless day of being forced to walk for miles and miles and look at old paintings in historical museums, I called my mom from one of the hotel phones crying. I went on and on about how tired my feet were and how I wish I could come home because daddy was being mean. This phone call drastically changed my life in ways i could have never imagined. Little did I know, while I was touring Europe, walking and sight-seeing, my mom was in the hospital undergoing intense treatments that the majority of people do not survive through. The treatments were getting too rough, and she had reached the descision that she just couldn't do it anymore. She had come to the conclusion to tell the doctors to stop the treatments, a choice that would end the pain but also end her life. But after recieving that phone call, she realized that she couldn't leave me alone. She told the doctors to recontinue the treatment, and promised herself that she would stay alive long enough to watch me grow up. I am thankful every day that I picked up the phone and made that call.
All of her life my mom has been surrounded by peopel telling her what she can't do. Her doctors told her she wouldn't live past age thirty. She was told that she probably wouldn't survive the chimo therapy required to battle the melenoma skin cancer that had infected her lungs, but she beat the odds, on two seperate occasions. She became the only person in the Northern Hemisphere to live through the treatments that she was put through. As a young child, I saw my mom getting sick and dissapearing for weeks, and I can't count on my fingers the amount of times people warned me that I could possibly lose her. But she made it through every time. I began to think of her as invincible. I was never too scared that I would lose her for real, I was convinced that it would be impossible. One thing she taught me, that I will always take with me, is to never give up. I've come close to giving up many times, but I always think of my mom, and how she is iving proof that you can perform miracles if you keep trying, and never lose hope.
I can not say that I can in any way relate to the pain and siffering that my mom has been through, but I am learning from her how to beat the offs even if they are all against you, and how to learn from hardships and use them to grow and become a better person. I have been there with my mom when she battled cancer, both times; visited her when she was hospitalized for periods of time, watched her completely lose her memory for a period of two months, and all the while watched her do everything she can to make sure that I have the best life that she can provide for me. And I can only hope to become as good-hearted and selfless of a person as she is.
Friday, September 4, 2009
American Icon Sources
This is one of the earliest depictions of Disney's most famous creations, Mickey Mouse. This black and white reel, called "The Mad Doctor", shows a different side of Disney than we are used to. This is an important source of information because it shows the original inspiration and ideas for characters that Disney created such as Mickey Mouse and Pluto, before they became commercialized and stereotyped. It gives a unique insight on Disney's original ideas.
This is the well-known speech given by Walt Disney in which he welcomed everybody to his kingdom of happiness, Disneyland. In this speech Disney describes his feelings of what Disneyland should be and why he created it. There are no better words to describe it.
http://www.justdisney.com/walt_disney/ is probably the most complete online source that you could possibly find for everything you need to know about Walt Disney. It is complete with a detailed biography, a short biography, a filmography, animation, Walt Disney quotes, and more. From this, i will learn more about Disney himself, and get a stronger insight into his work.
The legendary pop art created by campbell soup can labels is a perfect example of the way that Warhol was able to create art out of something that noone would have ever thought of using. This piece of work was very contreversial and considered by many to not be art, but was a big part of what made Warhol famous.
Another important source is the movie Factory girl; a movie based on the rise and fall of Eddie Sedgwick and her relationship with Andy Warhol. It is an American biopic based in the 1960s. This movie is an important source because Sedgwick was Andy Warhol's main source of inspiration and muse for much of his work.
"Isn't life a series of images that change as they repeat themselves? " This statement made by Warhol basically summarizes his reasoning behind his unique art in the most simple way possible. The style that Warhol is known for is simply taking a picture and multiplying it many times, changing each one as it repeats itself.