Immigration Post: David From School Ties

The ratial profiling that is happening to these immigrants, specifically mexicans, is wrong. No one should be judged because of that, they are just like everyone else. Take me for example, I'm jewish and I'm the same as everyone else. Just because I believe in different things, or because those immigrants look different, doesn't mean that we are bad people. What makes it worse is that they are only putting emphasis on immigrants that do not look like your typical American. No race should be pushed as being recognized by their stereotype, because that stereotype may not apply to certain people, and plus none of it may be true. Everyone, whether it may be me trying to go to a school against jewish people, or immigrants coming to this country, they all want what is best for themselves and their families. I understand wanting to protect people from bringing the violence into America, but many immigrants are just trying to get to a better place. But on the other hand, no one should be held back because of where they come from, what they look like, and basically who they are. Because, no one ever deserves to be discriminated against, because trust me, it a horrible thing to deal with.

House on Mango Street Blog Post: How I Can Relate

I do not know if I can necessarily relate to the girl that in the stories, but more to the bellwork that we had. I have strong memories of the house that I lived in before I moved to Arizona. We used to live in Oswego, Illinois, but we had lived in other house before this one. I remember this house mostly because it was where I grew up for the most part. It seemed like a castle to me at that age, and compared to what we live in now, it defiantely was. It was a two story, red bricked house with green grass and plants all around. We had a big backyard with a patio and a plastic green turtle sandbox. My room was huge and pink, and my brothers blue. Our play room got turned into a bright yellow bedroom for my little sister. Me and my brother used to play outside with the neighbors all day, and watch cartoons on the couch with our parents on Saturdays. Since the house was two stories there was two flights of stairs, so we used to throw army guys with parachutes off the landings of the stairs. The house had floor vents, and its silly but I miss those vents. So I guess I can relate more to her being named after someone because both my middle and first name are someone in the family's. My first name, Alexis, is after my dad's great grandfather, I think. His name was Alexander, so they shortened it to Alexis. My middle name, well there are many people in my family on both sides with the name Carolyn, but I'd like to think that it is after my grandma, on my mom's side. So I am both different and able to relate.