Why me? It seems like the pain grows every time I put more oil on it. Why did that stupid horse have to kick me? Being black on a white mans’ land is bad enough, but try being half crippled.
If only all of the other fellas would go into town tonight, then maybe Candy would come in and keep me company. Kinda’ wish that big fella would come back, but Slim told me ‘bout what happened this afternoon. If only that stupid tart had stayed in the boss’s house, that big fella would still be alive and he would be blabbin’ on ‘bout some stupid rabbits of his. He never meant any harm to anyone; he was always pettin’ soft things. He didn’t mean to hurt Curley’s wife, but that’s the way it ended up, that stupid tart had it comin’.
Although he was nuts, it was nice to be able to talk to him without being looked down on. Most of the guys in the bunk house reckon I stink, but if I was white I wouldn’t stink one bit and even if I did stink after a hard days work, they wouldn’t say anything because I would be white. I would go into the bunk house and play black jack ‘till the cows came home and I would never look at another book ever again. Maybe I would get a couple of extra bucks and have less chances of getting canned.
The Essay on Big House White Doc
Have a peak to a clear (ed) mind. Subject matter: The house of your dreams... aaa, 3 yellow toilets, aaa... one kitchen, a big, big... big gggg bed with a quite big big heart on the top of it... aaa. (M. B 21 years old, libidinal pre- adolescent issues) This kind of descriptive molasses of black & white thoughts... with yellow toilets, appears in cases particularly personal projections. "If ...
Thinking about Curley’s wife and how she lived her life, somehow reminded me of mine. Although I ain’t no ‘tart’, neither of us ever had the chance to express ourselves. She was living the dream of being in some stupid pitchers and I had a dream of living a good life without being regarded as a second class citizen. I realize how lonely she must have been, but you don’t see me foolin’ ‘bout. She’s the reason that Lennie ain’t here no more, and I ain’t gonna forgive her, even though she’s now with Lennie. I always knew that she was trouble, with her face all made up and her hair in little sausage like ringlets. She was always trying to ‘look’ for Curley, but if you ask me, she was only trying to get away from him.
She reckons that jus’ because her husband is a little tough guy that she can go anywhere on the ranch. Well she can’t, because a black man has to have his privacy. One night, when all of the other fellas were out in town visitin’ those cat-houses, she came in and told me exactly where I had my place on the ranch. Neither Lennie nor Candy stood up for me, stupid bastards. They probably didn’t want to get canned. All of us knew what she is capable of. That tart started callin’ me a nigger and tellin’ me that she can get me hung from a tree. What I would do to be white; I would be the same as her, and then I would see who could get hung from a tree. Couldn’t she see that she ain’t wanted in the bunkhouse? Couldn’t she see that us men on the ranch didn’t want her near us? She was only trouble. She ain’t wanted here, but if I had ever said anything to the boss, oh’ he wouldn’t have ever believed me. She is definitely a piece of work; can get a man canned jus’ by lookin’ at him.
A lot of those white men think I’m a southern Negro, but they’re all wrong; I was born right here in California. In the eyes of them white men, all black niggers are the same, no matter where we come from. If I say anything they just point and say, ‘oh well, it’s only a nigger, why should we listen to him?’ Maybe that’s why I liked Lennie so much. No matter what I said to him, he listened to me and even though he forgot it a couple of minutes later, it was nice to have someone listen to you talk about your life.
The Essay on Night Men Cassie Whites White
1930 s Mississippi was a harsh place for black people. Slavery had finished but white people still treated black people like slaves. Mildred Taylor wrote of how she learnt to grow and understand more about injustice. Cassie, the main character tells us what it was like to be living at that time in America. In the essay I will discuss about how blacks got ignored in shops and the unjust education ...
I remember playin’ with those white kids, back when dad had that chicken farm. I used to play with them every now and then. Dad didn’t like it though; didn’t know why back then, but I sure do now. Some of them were nice to me; the others were just like those men in the bunk house, screamin’ and yellin’ things to me as if I was a dog, just like Candy’s dog, smelly and useless. I didn’t have any black kids to play with then and nor do I now. Its like coloured families don’t exist any more. My family is jus’ me now, jus’ me and myself. The only time I felt like I had a family was when the boss bought us all a bottle of rum for Christmas, those bloody white men in the bunk house shared it with me; it felt like I was wanted for once in my life.
Even though Lennie wasn’t all there, he must have been a bloody good worker. I got told by Slim that he was the best barley bucker that he has ever worked with. It must be hard on George to go ‘round with Lennie. I heard George yellin’ at the big fella a while ago. Tellin’ him all sorts of things, such as, if Lennie wasn’t there then he would go and eat wherever he wanted to and he would spend his nights in lousy cat-houses. I guess he is kinda’ stuck with Lennie, ‘Lennie, do this, Lennie, do that. Lennie don’t get into trouble or you don’t get to tend those damn rabbits,’ poor guy.
If Lennie was still here, maybe George and Candy would have still gotten that little piece of land. I shoulda’ ast them, but why would they want a coloured man on their land, messin’ around with their stuff? But by god, I am a son of a bitch worker, even if I have to rub oil on my back every night. Lennie made that piece of land sound damn good. Especially with all those alfalfa patches and the rabbits, kinda’ reminded me of my childhood. I coulda’ helped em’ look after the chickens, jus’ like I did for my father many years ago. Livin’ with Lennie, George and Candy would be a dream come true for me. It’s hard tryin’ to imagine me livin’ in a house with other white men, but those three men are real.
The Essay on The Life Of George Washington
Flexner, James Thomas. George Washington. Little. 1967 George Washington was one of the founding fathers of the United States of America. He served as commander-in-chief of the Continental army during the Revolutionary War, and later served as the first president of the United States. His thoughts and ideas helped mold the United States into the great country that it is today. George Washington ...
My life will never be anything else. All I will ever be is a lousy stable buck. It’s better than nothin’ though. Might as well have a job; better than living life out on the road. Born as an outcast, die as an outcast; nothing will ever change for a black man on a white man’s land. My life is like a piece of horse shit, layin’ in the stables waitin’ to be picked up. Just like me, I’m waitin’ for someone to pick me up and include me in their dream.
