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While NFL players are protesting the injustice across America, I don’ t believe they see the whole picture. According the Washington Post, 7,881 African-Americans were murdered in 2015. White people, including law-enforcement officers, committed just 243 of those( about 3 percent).
Another stat: African-American police officers were 18.5 times more likely to be shot and killed by an African-American as they were to kill one. Besides missing the big picture, what does kneeling resolve? It’ s a premature trend that accomplishes nothing, with consequences of hurting the NFL business and dividing our country. Maybe athletes don’ t like our President, which is more than fine, but just because you aren’ t in favor of one leader doesn’ t give you the right to disrespect the millions of people who died and gave you the freedom to say and do whatever you want.
I have no problem with athletes voicing their opinions and supporting the cause they believe in, but I believe it can be handled much more effectively. A much more productive method would be to enlighten the youth and raise awareness. Go out on your free time, help the needy, be a friend to the lonely. Those actions will help our country come together.
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a run for my life. But I underestimated his speed, and he caught me and dragged me into the dungeon of“ Dean Godwin’ s Office.”
The strange man told me that I needed to get my hair cut. My precious flow was at the mercy of a man in a bow tie. He told me,“ I did not have to get my hair cut, but I DID. I do not have to be cleaned shaven, but I AM.” These words struck my core. I am now considering going bald.
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Are there other effective ways to make a statement about social injustice than protesting our national anthem?
I tried to convince myself that my day would turn around during lunch but, after a terrible morning, it was looking bleak. The line at lunch was long, as fellow students rioted in line to catch a glimpse of what was being served. After a five-minute line, I reached the front. The meal looked good, but the proportions were inhumane. Although they barely gave me enough food to feed a baby, I accepted my fate and paid an outrageous $ 5 for my meal.
Still hungry, I walked down C-wing, passed room C-128 and heard a noise. I stopped to listen and walked in. I was
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spotlight on them.
Many will say that they should wait until after the anthem or after the games to say something about their problems and that it’ s not the right time to talk about it.
But what time is the right time? There is no convenient time to protest something that so many people do not want to talk about.
The players are using a vehicle in the anthem to force outsiders to listen and have their voices heard. I believe, through their First Amendment right to freedom of speech, the players are using their platform just fine. The players aren’ t protesting the flag or the anthem, they are simply peacefully protesting through the flag to shine light on the inequalities in American society.
These men are not anti-military and don’ t intend to send hate or disrespect to the armed forces or veterans. They just wish to let everyone know about the disservice given to them by our society.
I believe players will keep doing it, and they should. They have everyone’ s attention across all news and sports networks. Because race and equality are such hard topics for people to grasp, this makes it possible for everyone to finally address one of the problems we have in America.
Just take a minute to listen.
scared out of my mind as soon as I entered. There was Mr. McCarville, sitting in his chair and rocking out on his guitar. He noticed me and started yelling,“ Señor Cole G., tuck in your shirt and put your ID on!” I vow to wear my ID for the rest of my high school career.
To end my day, I made a visit to Mr. Hickey’ s classroom, hoping to end my day on a high note. Boy, was I wrong. I entered the classroom and there was no sign of Mr. Hickey. I got surrounded and cornered by Card-Carrying Cool Guy Freshmen. I caught the disease, and I am now one of them.