The poem “Between the World and Me” describes the narrator being tar-and-feathered and then burned at a stake. It seems to be a very sad poem, as the narrator seems to think that his life has simply disappeared, like he is nothing to the world, dead and burned. His ghost or spirit also seems to be getting a flashback of the moments as her was being murdered by a group of people. The author of the poem is very good at using imagery, and you can get a very clear image of what the place would look like during and after the event. The poem stresses how nobody really knows how or when he died, and now that his body is gone, the incident’s only witnesses are the narrator himself, dead, and the surrounding forest, eternally silent.

Survival of the fittest seems to be the name of the game in this Russian village. The village that has a tradition of abandoning the weak few for the survival of the healthy many doesn’t seem to have much respect for the wisdom of experienced elders. The people also seem to be entirely focused on what is real and tangible, like a person’s ability to make money or grow food, instead of valuing the abstract, like a persons intelligence or other similar qualities. You can see how this would apply to real life, in how many people only value what is real and physical, like a person’s appearance or the money they have, instead of seeing beauty in personality or wisdom.

The photo looks like segregation being put into effect, with a water fountain clearly labeled ‘white’. One thing of note is that there is no water fountain for non-whites. People in this society clearly do not care about racial minorities. There is also lots of improvised graffiti, including some above the fountain etched on the window that could say ‘Jew’. Broken windows and cheap metal in the picture suggest that this area is either a slum of a city or just a neglected area.

More segregation. This time, there are two doors at complete opposite ends of a restaurant. The area seems fairly industrialized, and cars seem fairly commonplace at this time. You can assume that this is an American city, most likely in the south because of the blatant prejudice. The look of the town reminds us that segregation was extremely commonplace not so long ago.

Ignorant Americans blaming others for a non existent problem. Where have we heard this before? To be frank, those people in Florida who started attacking African Americans at random were just looking for a reason to try and start a race war. They had no support for their accusation and when a town fights back against them they raze the entire thing. It is only sixty years later when survivors of the massacre are confident enough to come out with their story. That is too long. Especially considering that local authorities knew about what was happening and refused to act.

This man, Simon Wiesenthal, is doing something very extraordinary with his life. What he is doing, hunting out former Nazis to bring them to justice, is certainly a noble cause that should be applauded, for he is getting back at those who so mercilessly killed his family, friends, and others. While holding a grudge for that many years probably isn’t a good thing, he is giving war criminals the final word, something they have been deserving for a long time.

I can only say that there was almost no diversity in the 1930’s. Everybody looked very much the same. Another thing, every one of the ‘super stars’ of the 30’s seems to be practically drowning in Hollywood magic. They don’t look realistic at all. Based upon the time period, it seems that people wanted an escape. They wanted beautiful role models that they wanted to be just like, have lots of material things and live a lavish lifestyle; something almost no one would have had during the 30’s.

In contrast to the Hollywood look of the time, this image from a field seems to be the exact opposite. People are wearing mediocre clothing, they are bent over working in a field to get food, and the field itself is so dry that it is cracking into pieces. If there is one word to describe the picture, it would have to be ‘desolate’.

Once again, people are poor and have next to nothing. Whether this is this family’s ‘house’ or it is just a tent, the message of the photograph is the same. We are next to dead. If one more bad thing happens to us, we will die. These people have next to nothing and are being forced to improvise furniture and shelter from odds and ends that they have. Never mind food or water.
The photo of a migrant worker’s family is depressing at best. The people look emaciated and they are trying to feed, clothe and provide shelter for their large family of nine. Because of one crop failure, these people have been put into a state in which they are barely getting by. Life was difficult. It was the exact opposite of the wo