In the mid-eighteenth century, North America was home to a diversity of people and different kinds of social organization. North America became home to this because of all the land that was won due to war or surrendering. The land came with people obviously, so the more land that North America gained, the more people came in. As a result, its population continued to grow which lead to a diversity of people and social organizations. Indeed, the increase in population had to do with the diversity in North America, however, religion, political, and the economy did too.
I woke up on an especially cool winter morning and looked over to my mother’s side of the bed. She was not there, I knew that, but I secretly wished she was. I swung my legs off the bedside and rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get myself ready for school.
Diversity in the united state has been extended to a broader understanding of what diversity really means. Diversity first meaning is that positions should not be segregated by gender. For example a board of directors should have women on the board and there should be a male as the receptionists. Next be the diversity of wide range of ethnicities like Asian, Hispanics, etc., religions national origins, class. For example people from poor and rich should both be represented.
Having food on the table, a roof over your head, and a job to make ends meet. It is a basic human right. We live in a global era where all people need one another to survive and succeed. Immigrants bring diversity to the United States, along with their cultures, and skills, which help make us stronger as a nation. Without diversity in our society, we would be self-centered, which means we need immigrants. What’s stopping illegal immigrants from coming? The law. The rigorous immigration law came to act in 1965 and it states that in order for an immigrant to come they need to be legally documented in order to be allowed to be in the United States of America. Instead of sending them back to the war-ridden countries that they want to escape from,
Gripping my sheets tightly to my chest. unnoticeably a hand grasped my shoulder. I turned to face my mother, her reassuring face was all the reassurance I
Once I left the airport I could feel the intense rays of the sun. I put my arm across my face. Sweat formed on my forehead. My brother, mother, and grandmother got in a taxi and drove to the home of my grandmothers current husband’s family. All of the doors were open. We didn’t knock we just went straight inside the home.
In the past sixty-five years of any meaningful national fortune, the Americans(us) have went through a huge transformation in dealing with power. Religion took a big tole on us & others only justifying "in the sight of God." This structure is predominantly influenced not by wealth but education and opportunities. These elites or government class by sitting astride some social order.
America is a referred to as the “melting pot.” It is a place full of diversity and different beliefs. Let’s take a look at diversity for a change. This would mean that many people live in very different circumstances. Some of us have the luxury to live peacefully acquiring everything we want without a struggle. Unfortunately, some others have to struggle and fail countlessly in order to acquire necessities. However, whether that will cause a conflict in yourself is always up to you.
It was August 6,2011, I saw my mom walking back and forth in my bedroom to make sure that I packed everything I needed, before I leave to catch my flight. I wanted to see how she felt about the situation. So, I decided to read her face expressions, but it was really hard; my mom is really good in hiding her emotions. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes to hours; I kept
Blistering passion surrounded the atmosphere; I was no longer in Maryland. The sky overpowered the earth with a spotless blanket. My family and I were welcomed by a fierce rush of scorching heat. Sudan, we meet again after ten years of saving, collecting, and working for funds to pay for the trip we made it! However, none of my siblings have the same connection I have to Sudan. I was born and raised here by my grandmother and my mom. I have memories they didn’t, which is why visiting is so significant to me.
The cultural diversity in my country has always been a sign of identity. Since kindergarten, the teachers would explain the cultural merge between the Spanish, Africans, Indians, and Americans that identified me as Puerto Rican. There, I understood each country’s customs were as important as the next one, and they complimented each other into my lifestyle. Thanks to early education, I comprehended that diversity was almost a synonym of Puerto Rican. When I started to learn about the American history, I could not understand how people would reject black people just because of their skin color or beliefs. Later, I learned about the racism against Hispanic citizens and Latinos in the United States. In my head, it was impossible to conceive how people underappreciated cultures who brought so much good to mine.
A nation state is a group of people who share common bonds and live within a geographical territory under a system of government (S4 Integrated Humanities, 2016). The government of a nation state should provide for its people in the best possible way. Diversity refers to recognizing that each individual is unique, with their own differences, be it their race, ethnicity, religious beliefs or ideologies. When there is diversity in a nation state, there is bound to be disagreements, since different groups of people will have different opinions with others, which may escalate into conflict. A multiculturalist perspective should be attained by a nation in order to deal with cultural and ethnic diversity. In this essay, I will be focusing on how
The screams of my mother’s name filled my ears while my dad rushed through us to look for his phone. Mother ran to him to see what’s wrong and the words that came out his mouth shocked us all.
My father was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer almost a year ago. Immediately my mother decided that he would move in with us. My mother, brothers, and I all took care of him and made sure that in his last few months he would be surrounded by people who cared about him. The cancer had already metastasized to his brain, so I was forced to accept that there would be one day where he would no longer recognize or remember me. There was so much I wanted to tell my dad. Months before then I could always speak to him about anything and everything. However, when he became sick I was petrified. I was scared that I would lose one of the most important people in my life. My fear caused me to shut out all the people close to me. I focused on everything
I had watched my mama for a moment as she paused and thought deeply about what she’d just said to me. I even thought for a second that she might have been reminiscing about her childhood. Growing up around here and all the tough times she must have had with some of the people who ultimately caused her to want to run away.