The Reservation

   This blog today is about reservations all around the world. The definition of a reservation is the act of reserving something, such as land for Native Americans. The book this blog is based off of is The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, by Sherman Alexie. He writes the book based off a Native American, leaving his friends and family behind to join a white school, in a white town, all for search of hope. He learns that life has it's ups and downs, but he conquers them. He moves to a town where discrimination is common, especially against Native Americans. But, the character makes his way to the top, making new friends and meeting new people. He loses friends, he gains some friends, and some of the people he loved and cared for died, leaving him with one less person to care for, one less person to give him hope.
   Reservations. Many people may not know about how many Native Americans are living these days. They live in land set aside just for them, where there is no hope left on the reservation, and the same generations stay there for years to come. They stay in their own little group, cut off from the outside world, living in impoverished conditions, where people use alcohol to get through their day.
   If I were to live in a reservation, I simply do not know if I could make it through my life. But, my own little area where it is all reserved for me is my room. I only leave when forced to, and when I have completed what I was forced out to do, I just go right back in. I lock myself out from my family, my sibling, my friends. Because of my decisions, people do not understand what I am and who I really am. I play games as an effort to escape harsh reality, much like the Native Americans drinking alcohol to avoid reality. I oppress how I really feel, and I never let anyone know what is running through my mind, what I am thinking of. People do not really understand me for who I am. I cannot trust many people, and anyone who tries to connect with me, I just push them away. I am isolated from the rest of the world, much like reservations. People like me are all in one group, and we are all similar. We are all isolated from the rest of the world, alone forever. People think I WANT to be alone, to be reserved. But I really don't. No one really does want to be alone. Everyone wants someone to talk to, someone to discuss feelings with. But I cannot find a person that understands me, a person who knows about me, a person who cares about me. No one cares. I'm just a tiny speck in the world, which is an even smaller speck of the galaxy, which is an even smaller speck of the universe. Nothing is really significant...


Yep I think this is probably my best one yet. :D

Native Son

     In Native Son, a novel by Richard Wright, takes focus on the life of a poor African-American male living in the slums of Chicago. The man is named Bigger, throughout the novel, the reader understands how he feels and how he thinks. Starting in the beginning. Bigger was a poor boy living in the slums of Chicago in the 1920's, and all that changed when he was offered a job by the rich Dalton family. Bigger had just taken up the job offer until he screwed it up. Big time. He killed the Dalton's' daughter, Mary, and even dared to ask them for a ransom. But when the body of Mary was discovered, Bigger was forced to run away with his girlfriend Betsy. Bigger and Betsy ran and ran, and when night came, took shelter. Bigger then took this opportunity to not only rape, but murder the poor defenseless girl as well. But, after a long chase, Bigger was caught, and his trial begins.

Bigger's lawyer, an aging man named Max, provided quite a defense for Bigger. He claimed Bigger to be guilty, but only because what he did was caused by the white society. Max says that Bigger only killed because he saw no way out of what he had done. As it turns out, when people are cornered, they fight like hell. No matter what, people want to get out unscathed, and they will do whatever it takes to achieve that goal.