humanity

Humanity begins at home.

  • Amber M Martell
    Published about a month ago
    A Story of Chairs

    A Story of Chairs

    Think of the chairs in your life. Did your mom or dad have a favorite chair? Did your Grandparents? I think of my first chair, a diminutive red velvet rocking chair that I named “Redda.” My dad picked it up from a roadside stand during one of his trucking trips and gave it to me shortly after my birth. It went through me as well as four younger siblings and by the end of our childhood most of the dark red velvet was rubbed of the seat and arms. The back came loose twice while my dad was alive. The last time he fixed it, he told me that if it happened again, it was going to the dump. It was a thought that nearly broke my heart. I loved that little chair and had spent many hours in it, playing with toys at the old olive green coffee table, reading Dick and Jane books or listening to records on the old record player. I was very careful with it after that warning and frequently cautioned my younger siblings to treat with care as well.
  • Christian Wright
    Published about a month ago
    Fracture

    Fracture

    You’ve been here before, your friend holding an innocent captive behind the rusted barrel of a silver Glock. It’s his father’s. Faint rings of white powder crust around his nostrils like crystalized sugar, and his shoulders sag. It takes all his energy to lift his right arm, the pistol grabbing gravity like a bell weight. But he stands firm, the clerk mesmerized by those glazed eyes.
  • Magdaline Victor
    Published about a month ago
    What Now!!!??

    What Now!!!??

    Who is this beautiful young woman in the picture? She looks so happy and so calm. She looks like she is having fun. Nobody except her knows what is going on inside of her head. Let's take a back one of her scariest moments of her life.
  • Channing Cook
    Published about a month ago
    Disbanding the Normative Nuclear Family

    Disbanding the Normative Nuclear Family

    The concept of “The Family” unanimously pervades cultures and communities, albeit without remaining universal in its meaning, despite stereotyped understandings of what a ‘family’ is. This essay will consider whether the concept of the family is exactified or dissembled through anthropological study in exploring differing understandings and examples of “The Family”, and how these representations help us understand if a concrete notion of family can be established and, if, so, how that notion may be defined. In order to conduct this consideration, the more stereotypical understanding of the nuclear family will be observed through considering a Malinowskian viewpoint, which will then be questioned in relation to more ethnographically-sourced observations of “The Family”. The overarching message of this essay will be to evoke the sentiment that “families- like religions, economies, governments, or courts of law- are not unchanging but the product of various social forms, that the relationship of spouses and parents to their young are apt to be different things in different social orders.” (Collier et al, 76) From this understanding, this essay will hopefully succeed in articulating how the anthropological study of “The Family” gives meaning to the term, and how that meaning effectively develops a conceptualization of familial structures.
  • Coty
    Published about a month ago
    the world and their adverse behavior

    the world and their adverse behavior

    I’m not the type of person to dwell on the opinions of others but I do believe in freedom and the right to express ones rights if needed & this has been a very challenging time for the world not only me, I know that. I’m facing racism and evil slurs everyday but I ignore it I put my head down and I just pray for the people that think of me in that way. My main goal is to protect the people I love my daughter Jaidyn Kinzie Bain. What keeps us positive through this madness? Our pets mainly they’re just a joy to be around we have a dog named Cara we can’t give her a home with us because our mean Landlord says that she can’t stay because she is a certain image we have been separated from her at this time but a good friend Kenneth Hampton took responsibility & is taking care of her until I can find a better home for us (during this time of separation) so we can be reunited at last- we still get to see her from time to time and she now has a big brother named Louis he is a different breed than her but she still loves him the same she is a golden they are the sweetest babies ever. I do worry but I know she is ingreat hands! That’s what we need more of in this world; more people like Mr. Kenneth Hampton, this is my thank you to him and for everything that he has done for us. We do have our bunnies & our hermit crab to keep us company:)
  • Julie Murrow
    Published about a month ago
    The little things

    The little things

    The media seems to be filled to bursting with images, essays and opinions on the Black Lives Matter issue, and quite rightly so. I was considering this competition prompt and something came to mind that for me demonstrates how sub-consciously ingrained racism actually can be.
  • Jessica Hawk
    Published about a month ago
    Protests

    Protests

    So, with being a single parent, how are able to work? Maybe we had to be let go due to business being shut down, maybe we got fired due to schools and childcare being shut down. Whatever the case may be we are struggling in trying to figure out how to care for our children with making sure they have food and a roof over their head as well as making sure we can pay for electricity.
  • Centenary Alfrey
    Published about a month ago
    A Samoan Heart Buried in America

    A Samoan Heart Buried in America

    I am a far cry from home, this is as clear as the brown skin I wear. When my mother decided to remarry, a white man at that from America, I was baffled. Her and I both knew little to no English, and if it wasn't for the mere luck that she was working at Evalani's (a bar and grill resort on the lovely Island of American Samoa) where travelers frequented, she would have never met my step dad, a nightmare to be, and gotten tangled up in some romantic Island love story that ended in divorce years later right in the center of America. Land of the free, home of the brave.
  • Mohamed Maoui
    Published about a month ago
    Today I Celebrate Both Eid and Pride Without My Second family

    Today I Celebrate Both Eid and Pride Without My Second family

    Today Muslims worldwide celebrate the Eid, an essential Islamic event that follows Ramadan, which is the holy month during which all Muslims are supposed to fast from sunrise to sunset and reflect on their life, and god creation through prayers.
  • Alberto Jimenez
    Published about a month ago
    A little about me!

    A little about me!

    Introduction
  • Jade Hiltner
    Published about a month ago
    Normal

    Normal

    November 2019
  • Terinah R
    Published about a month ago
    True to love

    True to love

    My name is Savannah Johnson born January 28 1985. I was born during a blizzard. This blizzard came out of nowhere, my mom said she was on her way to the the hospital. All of a sudden it started snowing as normal then it got very heavy really quickly. She was so nervous cause she was driving alone. My dad was meeting her at the hospital. By the way let meet me introduce parents, My Dad his name is Quentin Johnson he is the United States Attorney General. My beautiful lovely mother name is Zaniyah Johnson. She is the chief of staff to the President of the United States. My parents meet in high school and been together from 9th grade till they now. They got married right out of college. Got pregnant with me the next year. By the way did I mention my mom is the first black woman to be chief of staff and the same for my dad first black man to be US Attorney General. I , Savannah don’t see myself doing the same thing as my parents. I’m more of a wild child and I like to have fun I also love to be in the hood where the bad boys are. This is where I meet my boyfriend Shaun Williams aka S dot. He is very muscular and I love it. My parents don’t really like him at all. Ok ok they don’t like him period, they don’t like him because I got arrested with him. The reason I got arrested was because we where smoking some weed in side Central Park and having sex outside and the police seen us. So my parents had to come get me and make sure they didn’t get it in the paper. They try and hide everything I do so it won’t get on the news. Sometimes I feel they are ashamed of me. I really don’t matter to me tho I just wanna have so fun. I wanna go to parties and be with my friends and their friends and get drunk and smoke also. Do what kids do I’m only 17 and I wanna have so much fun. My parents want me to be like a pastors daughter sorry I’m not and can not do that. The biggest thing my parents are ashamed of as of right now is with me being pregnant at 17. They want me to give my baby up for adoption. They feel as if I have the baby Shaun will leave me for someone else. I told them he wouldn’t do this to me and guess what they was right. He left me for my best friend sister cause she had a job. He didn’t even come to the hospital while I was giving birth. He missed the birth of his baby girl Zayshauna Marie Johnson. She was born November 9 2000 at 6:35 am weighing 8lbs 6 ozs. I called him serval times today let him know I was having the baby no answer. He called me the day I was leaving telling me he was coming up. He also go the nerves to tell me that she ain’t his daughter. Lord knows how fast I called the nurse in to see if we can take a DNA Test she was like know cause u still here. So we took the test and she said it will be mailed to my house. Guess what with me waiting for the test to come he still has not done anything. Guess what the test can back as YOU ARE THE FATHER. I’m like we should of went to Maury to get this test done.