The bloody scene unfolded before my eyes. I didn’t notice my face stiffened with fear. The scarlet-red flames were flickering like dancing Devils, seemingly pleased about this horrific situation. Beads of sweat began to cover up my black forehead. I securely closed my eyes that were coped with guilt and fear, squeezing both of them tightly shut. I wanted to conceal my petrified eyes from everyone, especially from my darling Matilda. Nonetheless, I couldn’t feel the slight ease. I was able to feel my eyelids quivering.
This must be a curse from the blimmin’ Devil. Or was it a punishment for me hiding the book? As thoughts raced through my head, guilt spread through my entire body, my sins piercing my heart. It was too late now. I should
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He was a good man. I am here as God’s witness.” I stepped towards the redskins. I had to do something before my Matilda found herself in danger. I should be the one to face the threat, never my girl. She is too young. I must keep her safe. It was my last duty before I crossed the great divide. One of the redskins struck my face with his calloused hand, interrupting my thoughts. My palm burned from the pain and shame of the torture but kept I calm nonetheless. I wasn't sure where this courage came from. Could it be God bestowing on me the Holy Spirit? So I shouted once more, “I will be God’s …show more content…
When it came to justice, Pop Eye's beliefs didn't matter. To me, he is remembered as the descendant of a shining cuckoo, but God wouldn’t appreciate his death. This was all I could do for him. On the spur of the moment, several bullets pierced the grainy sand, all of them aimed at my bare feet. My legs were about to collapse like twigs about to fall off a tree, but I still did not move but merely glared at the devil hearted Redskins from where I stood. I wanted to look intense. Seeing my defiance, the redskins swiftly grabbed my arms and hauled me out of sight of my fellows.
Never in my life had I been more startled and nervous. However, I didn’t say a word. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. I gasped in horror as I realised what the redskins were going to do with me. I struggled against their flea-bitten arms, but they were too strong. I fell down to the ground in defeat, watching helplessly as one of them unbuckled their trousers. Everything was happening too quickly. Too quick, as if it was a dream rather than reality. I shut my eyes and clenched my fists, willing for it to end before my Matilda saw me in this
Katie Helm, in The True Story of Mary, wife of Lincoln, provides a unique view into the life of the First Lady during the Civil war as only a family member could. Since she was the daughter of Emile Todd the half-sister of Mary Lincoln, Ms. Helm was able to collect information for her aunt’s biography directly from her mother’s memory and her access to the Todd family diaries and letters. Therefore she reveals through the knowledge she gained from her family, the struggles Mary Lincoln faced during the Civil War. As men were falling continuously in battle, Mrs. Lincoln inevitably felt the pain of losing three of her own brothers who had fought on the side of the Confederates. Devastatingly, she dared not show her grief over her losses
She managed to stay strong when so many jews couldn't. For instance, an incident occurred where boiling hot soup spilled on Marion’s leg, burning her severely. However, this ten year old girl, who was already tremendously weak, managed to stay silent. She didn't make a sound because she could have ended up getting her and her family killed.
I didn’t want it to be real, this much death, this much dying, this waste of human life. I didn’t want it. I looked around until I found Monaco. There were tears in his eyes, but his mouth was twisted in hate and anguish and confusion. I turned away from Monaco’s pain.
You may think it not a sacrifice to mankind but if you think about she had to choose between her family and a piece a land .Oscar and Lou feels that “ Everything you’ve made has come out of the original land that us boys worked for” (125).
The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson is a compelling book about the abundance of man power that the country abruptly constructed with the Chicago World Fair of 1893. The Chicago World Fair portrayed human ingenuity with electricity, and steel with the beginning works of the Ferris wheel that would create amusement parks that are known today. The Devil in the White City creates the vision that anything was possible in this time. Doctor Holmes plays a role as a villain in The Devil in the White City by creating a business that would create a heaping amount of debt that he is not willing to pay off and murdering many of the people he would become in contact with thus by further expressing the human ingenuity of success he had from his unwillingness
This guilt and regrets have been sitting in his mind all these years, and although he has tried to bury it away and forget it, these feelings still haunted him: “We did what we were told, but that doesn’t absolve us. I’ve spent all these years with that sitting on my soul. I should have taken some responsibility and . . . and faced the evil … but I couldn't.
Frederick Douglass narrates in his autobiography, The Heroic Slave, a time when he was sent to labor on an Eastern Shore plantation. There, he gives an example of a time when he fought against a harsh overseer named Covey, who decided that by breaking the boy’s body would correlate to also breaking his spirit. Covey may have wanted to crush Frederick’s spirit by mercilessly beating him, but Douglass wanted to stand his ground. To vividly grasp us into his story of perseverance and courage, he effectively uses three strategies: pathos, imagery, and anecdotes.
The granddaughter of a slave, she keep her composure when she felt insulted or threatened-especially because of the color of her skin- but she never allowed herself to be intimidated. She always made it clear that she was afraid of no one,”(10). Mallie Robinson was a strong woman, even when it was painfully obvious that she and her family weren’t wanted, she wouldn’t show if it hurt her, instead she faced it head on and
His grandmother had lived through many generations of her slave owner’s and took care of them, along with other slaves. When she became too old and frail to go on, her owners sent her away from any family to die all alone in a hut in the woods. Douglass creates a painful image when he says, “She stands-she sits-she staggers-she falls-she groans-she dies- and there are none of her children or grandchildren present, to wipe from her wrinkled brow the cold sweat of death... ” (41).
She was the only one out of nine women total in her office that had survived even though they were just a few feet away from her. Rogers tells her story in a way to honor the dead and to make sure that people will remember the good that came from the bombing as well as the terrible disaster. She believes that God was just not ready for her that day and that he left her for a purpose. One of the many important lessons she learned from that day was just how short life really can be. “My advice is, don’t ever miss an opportunity to tell those that you love that you love them, because you never know when you might not come home from that ordinary day.”
Use this as an opportunity to discuss the character and their role in the book. “If an entire nation could seek its freedom, why not a girl?” Pg 272 “I shook from the effort of holding myself still, clutching the crumpled paper. Momma said we had to fight the evil inside us by overcoming it with goodness. She said it was a hard thing to do, but it made us worthy.
The Devil In The White City is a great book. Erik Larson has produced one of the best-written books ever. The way he weaves two highly intricate plots together in one book is astounding. This is the story of two men who never met, but each played large parts in the history of the United States. Daniel Burnham and his partner, John Root, are chosen as the lead designers of the 1893 Columbian Exposition, or the Chicago World 's Fair.
This shows that every day she goes to school and is attacked or harassed, she becomes more courageous, strong, and confident. Melba grew into a warrior who can “get hit across the back with a tennis racquet” and say “Thank you very much” to her attacker (170). Melba Beals Patillo’s high school experience describes perfectly how Eleanor Roosevelt’s quote is
I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt as though I must scream or die! – And now- again- hark! Louder!
11)- and its horrible effects- “Something was being burned there... small children. Babies! Yes, I did see this, with my own eyes... children thrown into the flames.” (pg. 32).