“ great hair never dies ,” says W r i t i n g
Part 1: Please review each of the quotes below. Each quote is failing to meet one of the 4 most crucial steps of quote integration. For this activity, identify the errors in each quote, and correct them. *Note: each quote may have more than one error.
- Naomi Zack says “The main idea shared in these works is that social differences among human groups are the result of culture and history, not biology” (147).
- King argues that the problem with racism in America is the white majority. “White people don’t even think of being white as a race. Race is everyone else.” (153).
- Carson asks, “Why do we in America, almost half a century after the death of Martin Luther King, still continue to make judgements based on the color of one’s skin rather than the content of one’s character,” (Carson, pg. 158)?
- Douglass states, “There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices, more shocking and bloody, than are the people of the United States, at this hour.”
Part 2: Each of the quotes below needs proper integration. Remember the basic rules of discussed in the Quote Integration Workshop and please integrate these quotes using the proper context, lead-in, quotations, and parenthetical citations:
“If we talked about crimes likes these and why they are so common, we’d have to talk about what kinds of profound change this society, or this nation, or nearly every nation needs. If we talked about it, we’d be talking about masculinity, or male roles, or maybe patriarchy, and we don’t talk much about that.”
- Rebecca Solnit, pg. 524.
“Never mind workplace violence, let’s go home. So many men murder their partners and former partners that we have well over 1,000 homicides of that kind a year — meaning that every three years the death toll tops 9/11’s casualties, though no one declares a war on this particular terror. (Another way to put it: the more than 11,766 corpses from domestic-violence homicides since 9/11 exceed the number of deaths of victims on that day and all American soldiers killed in the “war on terror.”) If we talked about crimes like these and why they are so common, we’d have to talk about what kinds of profound change this society, or this nation, or nearly every nation needs. If we talked about it, we’d be talking about masculinity, or male roles, or maybe patriarchy, and we don’t talk much about that.”
“Most of us become numb to these images, just as we become numb to the daily litany in the news of women being raped, battered, and killed.”
- Jean Kilbourne, pg. 499
“Sometimes women are shown dead or in the process of being killed. “Great hair never dies,” says an ad featuring a female corpse lying on a bed, her breasts exposed. An ad in the Italian version of Vogue shows a man aiming a gun at a nude woman trapped in plastic, a leather briefcase covering her face. And an ad for Bitch skateboards, for God’s sake, shows a cartoon version of a similar scene, this time clearly targeting young people. We believe we are not affected by these images, but most of us experience visceral shock when we pay conscious attention to them. Could they be any less shocking to us on an unconscious level?
Most of us become numb to these images, just as we become numb to the daily litany in the news of women being raped, battered, and killed.”
“They had pushed and pushed and bullied their way into a freedom that both scared and embarrassed them.”
- Mike Rose, pg. 126
“Spanish I – taken in the second year – fell into the hands of a new recruit. Mr. Montez was a tiny man, slight, five foot six at the most, soft-spoken and delicate. Spanish was a particularly rowdy class, and Mr. Montez was as prepared for it as a doily maker at a hammer throw. He would tap his pencil to a room in which Steve Fusco was propelling spitballs from his heavy lips, in which Mike Dweetz was taunting Billy Hawk, a half-Indian, half-Spanish, reed-thin, quietly explosive boy. The vocational track at Our Lady of Mercy mixed kids traveling in from South L.A. with South Bay surfers and a few Slavs and Chicanos from the harbors of San Pedro. This was a dangerous miscellany: surfers and hodads and South-Central blacks all ablaze to the metronomic tapping of Hector Montez’s pencil.
One day Billy lost it. Out of the comer of my eye I saw him strike out with his right arm and catch Dweetz across the neck. Quick as a spasm, Dweetz was out of his seat, scattering desks, cracking Billy on the side of the head, right behind the eye. Snyder and Fusco and others broke it up, but the room felt hot and close and naked. Mr. Montez’s tenuous authority was finally ripped to shreds, and I think everyone felt a little strange about that. The charade was over, and when it came down to it, I don’t think any of the kids really wanted it to end this way. They had pushed and pushed and bullied their way into a freedom that both scared and embarrassed them.”