The Third Act

To say finding something to blog about for this week was challenging would be an understatement to say the least, but the few things we did go over had somewhat of a pull on me. the obvious theme of the last two stories we read revolved around conversing or in simplest terms... talking, and it got me thinking just how much this generation spends talking to each other through text, snap, insta, and facebook, etc, but being the most connected generation has shown us that we are also the most separated. Everyone talking about politics, everyone arguing, but no one is talking about things that actually matter. Now before you take to the comments to witch trial me on how my morals are erroneous let me explain myself, I want you to stop and think about the last time our school or any in the district took the time actually address and try to aid their students when it comes to mental or emotional health. Got it? Now think about the times they addressed it when it wasn't following an event...

Well it’s good to be back making my usual depressing content on a dismal Sunday such as this one, but let's get back to business as usual. The essay Just Walk on By tells us the story from Brent Staples life as a black man in America, he starts it off with explaining how he managed to scare a woman in to a sprint to get away from him on a dark night in Chicago. Now to the average reader, we could just shrug this off as racial profiling and call it a day but we can’t simply just call the woman or the others who treated him as a potential threat racist. In this day and age it’s far too easy to just point and accuse without taking both sides point of view into consideration, yes believe it or not, not every black man is itching at the bone to hurt someone but that doesn't mean their fear is totally misplaced. We can be disappointed in the woman all we want but can we really blame her for the way she acted? Let’s take it from Brent's point of view, I'm walking down the str...