The Broken Trail Home Analysis

DBQ Must cite at least 4 documents During the first half of the 1800’s, America had a lot of progress, positive and negative. Some would say that all of the positive progress has cancelled out all of the negative progress. I disagree. Even though the positive progress has really shaped our nation,all of the good progress definitely did not cancel out the negative progress because the negative progress is so extreme.

Then James’s parents realized that he had complained that he does too many chores and feels like a slave. So after that, James’s parents decided to change their way of parenting and not to treat James like a “slave.” James told his parents everything from how he escaped and how he found a bear and it chased him and he almost stole from a store. Then James agreed to never run away ever

One phenomenon, one dictator, and one country would change the life of a fifteen year old Jew forever. Stripped of his home in Transylvania and forced on copious deportation trains traveling to multiple concentration camps, Elie Wiesel’s memoir Night explores the treacherous and horrific life of a Jew during the Holocaust. Through the traumatizing punishments and lifestyle of concentration camps, a faithful and loyal boy metamorphosed into a selfish and unfaithful man. Early on in his childhood, Elie was immensely devoted to his faith, so far as “...finding a master... in the person of Moishe the Beadle”(Wiesel 4). To have a master meant that he would have a religious mentor to help him study Kabbalah, thus allowing him to interpret the Bible for himself.

Kailey Potts USH-Period 1 Lopez 28 August 2014 The Long Walk and Trail of Tears In the 1800’s there were many things that didn’t go right for several Indian groups. Various tribes and Indian families were forced out of their lands and homes because of the United States government.

He moved sluggishly at first, but even as she turned round and round, jumped up and down in an insanity of fear, he began to stir vigorously. She saw him pouring his awful beauty from the basket upon the bed, then she seized the lamp and ran as fast as she could to the kitchen. The wind from the open door blew out the light and the darkness added to her terror. She sped to the darkness of the yard, slamming the door after her before she thought to set down the lamp. She did not feel safe even on the ground, so she climbed up in the hay barn.”

“Now is the dreadful hour come, that I have often heard of (in time of war, as it was the case of others), but now mine eyes see it,” writes Mary Rowlandson in her true-to-life account of her captivity among the Native Americans, and the attack that changed her life (258). This attack, which was a part of a series of battles that occurred during King Phillip’s War against the colonists in 1675, resulted in the loss of Rowlandson’s family, friends, community, and home. In A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson, she chronicles this period of fearing for her life that lasted eleven weeks until she was granted the freedom to return to what remained of her previous existence, with only some sense of her former self

All I thought about was my nana, my grampi, and my sister. Then I was suddenly in my room. “Ahhhhh!” I yelled “Holy shizzles” “What in the world,” my sister said.

I pulled out my phone and started to dial my mothers number when I heard footsteps approaching from behind. “excuse me,” said the softest voice I had ever heard in my life , she continued. “Do you know where the nearest movie theater is?”

The documentary The Long Way Home was produced in the year of 1997. The documentary won the Best Documentary Oscar in 1998 because of the way the film documents the persecution the Jewish people were confronted with after they had been liberated from the concentration camps in 1945. The director of The Long Way Home directs the audience's attention to a somewhat mysterious part of Jewish history. The film shows the audience a horribly agonizing part of history that is being forgotten or simply not taught to students because of how bad the Jewish people were treated even after they were liberated. Many history books will state that the Holocaust was over in 1945, but for most Jewish people the Holocaust was not the end of their fight.

Throughout history, there have been many events that have washed away the innocents of mankind. The Trail of Tears is a true historical horror scene, targeting one race, the Native Americans, and removing them from civilization in the most “humane” way. Andrew Jackson, the seventh president of the United States, wanted land that was already owned. The signing of the Treaty of New Echota ceded Cherokee land to the United States in exchange for compensation. In 1838 and 1839, the Indian removal policy forced the Indians to give up their land and walk to Indian Territory (present-day Oklahoma).

The way Louise Erdrich uses symbolism in her story “I’m a Mad Dog Biting Myself for Sympathy” portrays a quest of a native american for love. From the repetition the symbols it gives the story a more unified feel and adds a deeper meaning. The narrator has come from a rough and neglectful life, saying, “My parents. It’s not like I hate them or anything. I just can’t see them.

chuckled Mama. I heard a sputtering noise coming over from the hill. A brown truck emerged, rumbling on the dust road. “Pa!” I shouted.

“Charles,” a short story by Shirley Jackson, has received criticism as being an easy story to see through or predict the ending. This story is not as easy to see through as most critics portray. The point of view, the side story, and the irony make this story hard to predict. Point of view is a key factor as to why this story is hard to see through. Shirley Jackson chooses to write this story from the mother's point of view, which doesn’t allow the reader to truly understand the identity of Charles before the mother does.

Al’s dad inserts a stick into the slimy, mud-slicked earth; it drowned in only a matter of seconds. Dad and the other men squat at the open door, watching world drown in its own blood while I perch on a mattress with a ruined copy of The Great Gatsby. It had been precariously thrown into the trash, so I fished it out and stole it from a gas station somewhere east of California. Watching the men think and mutter among themselves, I absently turn up the corner of the page before letting it fall flat again. Al came to me last night and whispered sweet things in my ear before telling me that his ma begged him to stay with the family for a while longer.

“Mother, Mother come back” my mother just disappeared off the ground was she dead? Was she alive? Where did she go? I just felt so much rage grow inside me and I stood up and jumped on the dragon and grabbed a bow and arrow.