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Gwendolyn Brooks:To Be In Love

To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
In yourself you stretch, you are well.
You look at things
Through his eyes.
A cardinal is red.
A sky is blue.
Suddenly you know he knows too.
He is not there but
You know you are tasting together
The winter, or a light spring weather.
His hand to take your hand is overmuch.
Too much to bear.
You cannot look in his eyes
Because your pulse must not say
What must not be said.
When he
Shuts a door-
Is not there_
Your arms are water.
And you are free
With a ghastly freedom.
You are the beautiful half
Of a golden hurt.
You remember and covet his mouth
To touch, to whisper on.
Oh when to declare
Is certain Death!
Oh when to apprize
Is to mesmerize,
To see fall down, the Column of Gold,
Into the commonest ash.

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I Am the Black Child

I am special, ridicule cannot sway me

I am strong, obstacles cannot stop me

I hold my head high, prouldy proclaiming my uniqueness

I hold my pace, continuing forward through adversity

I am proud of my heritage

I am confident that I can achieve my every goal.

I am becoming all that I can be

I am the Black Child, I am a Child of God

Mychal Wynn

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Come, brothers all!

Shall we not wend

The blind-way of our prison-world

By sympathy entwined?

Shall we not make

The bleak way for each other's sake

Less rugged and unkind?

O let each throbbing heart repeat

The faint note of another's beat

To lift a chanson for the feet

That stumble down life's checkered street.

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Skinny-dippin’ in the gene pool BY THULANI DAVIS

the streets of hell are also paved

with fear of contagion

I have been swimming

in enough barbed-wire waters to know

you’re not even safe on the beach

it’s not just your “body fluids”

it’s the grime of your skin

those dirty things you think

they are cleaning up the world again

I can see the inflammation

heartbreak & hunger scurry me down

on the road to Damascus

I want to be blinded like Saul

for the sake of vision

not just cause I can’t take it anymore

are we talking burnt out here?

burnt out is a reason for infection

I hope I get the whole disease

I am glad to be a speck / a piece of dirt

the dark side of the earth

they’re trying to clean

I want to get in their pores

want them to sweat my filth

the way a wound hurts before the dope

but then come the murderers on the road

are we talking burnt out?

they go in the camps looking for you

cause you are hiding the sores

you could be contagious

after all in the postapocalypse movies

you don’t even exist

your survival is not required

for history or hollywood

in the movie Road Warrior

everyone is antisocial on purpose

human ties are burnt out

& human intercourse is fatiguing & dangerous

gratefully no one is traumatized anymore

& unfortunately no one goes to school

in the movie Blade Runner

almost everyone lives 90 stories below

almost no one else

everyone is antisocial by accident

due to overcrowding in L.A. but no one minds

& there are still parties to go to

everyone white is “off-world” more or less

everyone 90 stories down is polymorphous colored

more or less

no one has attended school in decades

in both films everyone dresses with panache

which preserves their identities

to audiences who know

there is no grounds for indentity

postworld

personally I prefer the people in Titanic

even though they got their minds blown

when the unbelievable happened

they still believed in life

they were not burnt out

& had grounds for clinging

to lifeboats and a certain

stylish way of dressing

they could not imagine Jim Jensen

intoning without horror

that the body count goes on

that no one needs the news to know

what’s going on

Beirut is one of the low levels

Dante went on about

available in ordinary life

see the corpses if you will

believe at the risk

you may see it everywhere

every body spreads infection

unless you burn it out

eyewitness news invites you

to wait for the coverage

because Jim Jensen is there

& history is in the making or

you can come skinny-dip

in my gene pool

the massacres were arbitrary

when my people were hunted down

the deaths still go on

stretching over centuries

of shades of brown

baptist, moslem,

mothers, children, fathers

burnt out of homes but living

I am not that desperate

to be numb & dumb

I’m walking 90 stories down

I know I survive

in some wretched moments

of what men do

but I am not that desperate

I don’t give a shit if this is history

in the making

it should stop

I am still alive

I am still happy to be the dirt

that can’t be cleaned up

scorch my earth & I will grow

from history up

under the feet of the present

burnt out is for the movies

in which we don’t exist

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Still I Rise

Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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me and you be sisters.
we be the same.
me and you
coming from the same place.
me and you
be greasing our legs
touching up our edges.
me and you
be scared of rats
be stepping on roaches.
me and you
come running high down purdy street one time
and mama laugh and shake her head at
me and you.
me and you
got babies
got thirty-five
got black
let our hair go back
be loving ourselves
be loving ourselves
be sisters.

only where you sing,
I poet.

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BrotherhoodBy Georgia Douglas JohnsonCome, brothers all!Shall we not wendThe blind-way of our prison-worldBy sympathy entwined?Shall we not makeThe bleak way for each other's sakeLess rugged and unkind?O let each throbbing heart repeatThe faint note of another's beatTo lift a chanson for the feetThat stumble down life's checkered street.

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BrotherhoodBy Georgia Douglas JohnsonCome, brothers all!Shall we not wendThe blind-way of our prison-worldBy sympathy entwined?Shall we not makeThe bleak way for each other's sakeLess rugged and unkind?O let each throbbing heart repeatThe faint note of another's beatTo lift a chanson for the feetThat stumble down life's checkered street.

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It's not always about trying to fix something thats broken. some relationships and situations jus cant be fixed.
If you force them back together, things will only get worse.
Sometimes its about starting over and creating something better.
Strength shows not only in the ability to persist, but in the ability to start over again with a smile on ur face and passion in your heart.
Accept that the past is not today.
Dont let the past steal your present and ur future from you.
You might not be proud of all the things you have done in the past... but thats ok, the past is not today.
The past cannot be changed,forgotten or erased. It can only be accepted.
We all make mistakes, have struggles, and regret things in our past.
But you are not ur mistakes, you are not your struggles, and you are here now with the power to shape ur day and your future.

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when your hero falls from grace
all fairy tales r uncovered
myths exposed and pain magnified
the greatest pain discovered
u taught me 2 be strong
but im confused 2 c u so weak
u said never 2 give up
and it hurts 2 c u welcome defeat
when ure hero falls so do the stars
and so does the perception of tomorrow
without my hero there is only
me alone 2 deal with my sorrow
your heart ceases 2 work
and your soul is not happy at all
what r u expected 2 do
when ure only hero falls

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O Mother Race! to thee I bring
This pledge of faith unwavering,
This tribute to thy glory.
I know the pangs which thou didst feel,
When Slavery crushed thee with its heel,
With thy dear blood all gory.

Sad days were those—ah, sad indeed!
But through the land the fruitful seed
of better times was growing.
The plant of freedom upward sprung,
And spred its leaves so fresh and young—
Its blossoms now are blowing.

On every hand in this fair land,
Proud Ethiope's swarthy children stand
Beside their fairer neighbour;
The forests flee before their stroke,
Their hammers ring their forges smoke,
They sit in honest labour.

They tread the fields where honour calls;
Their voices sound through senate halls
In majesty and power.
To right they cling; the hymns they sing
Up to the skies in beauty ring,
And bolder grow each hour.

Be proud, my race, in mind and soul;
Thy name is writ on Glory's scroll
In characters of fire.
High 'mid the clouds of Fame's bright sky
Thy banner's blazoned folds now fly,
And truth shall lift them higher.

Thou hast the right to noble pride,
Whose spotless robes were purified
By blood's severe baptism.
Upon thy brow the cross was laid,
And labour's painful sweat-beads made
A consecrating chrism.

No other race, or white or black,
When bound as thou wert, to the rack,
So seldom stooped to grieving;
No other race, when free again,
Forgot the past and proved them men
So noble in forgiving.

Go on and up! Our souls and eyes
Shall follow thy continuous rise;
Our ears shall list thy story
From bards who from thy root shall spring,
and proudly tune their lyres to sing
Of Ethiopia's glory.

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That time my grandmother dragged me through the perfume aisles at Saks, she held me up by my arm, hissing, “Stand up," through clenched teeth, her eyes bright as a dog’s cornered in the light. She said it over and over, as if she were Jesus, and I were dead. She had been solid as a tree, a fur around her neck, a light-skinned matron whose car was parked, who walked on swirling marble and passed through brass openings—in 1945. There was not even a black elevator operator at Saks. The saleswoman had brought velvet leggings to lace me in, and cooed, as if in service of all grandmothers. My grandmother had smiled, but not hungrily, not like my mother who hated them, but wanted to please, and they had smiled back, as if they were wearing wooden collars. When my legs gave out, my grandmother dragged me up and held me like God holds saints by the roots of the hair. I begged her to believe I couldn’t help it. Stumbling, her face white with sweat, she pushed me through the crowd, rushing away from those eyes that saw through her clothes, under her skin, all the way down to the transparent genes confessing.

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Be nobody's darling;
Be an outcast.
Take the contradictions
Of your life
And wrap around
You like a shawl,
To parry stones
To keep you warm.
Watch the people succumb
To madness
With ample cheer;
Let them look askance at you
And you askance reply.
Be an outcast;
Be pleased to walk alone
(Uncool)
Or line the crowded
River beds
With other impetuous
Fools.

Make a merry gathering
On the bank
Where thousands perished
For brave hurt words
They said.

But be nobody's darling;
Be an outcast.
Qualified to live
Among your dead.

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At the beginning, Othello’s insecurity in his marriage with Desdemona enables Iago to delude his judgment.

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Furthermore, Othello was manipulated by Iago so easily because of his trusting nature.

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At the beginning, Othello jumped to conclusions about Desdemona based on what Iago has told him.

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As a matter of fact, Iago then continues his revenge by telling Othello that Desdemona is indeed cheating although while knowing of Desdemona’s innocence.

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Accordingly, Othello’s tragedy is rooted in his insecurity as a man inferior in race, which transpires due to his lack of trust in his relationship.

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Initially, Othello’s insecurity acted as a contributing factor, which led to his beloved wife’s death.

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Despite the fact Iago had manipulated Othello, Othello decided to believe Iago over Desdemona.

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The main part that lead to Desdemona and Othello's situation was him constantly jumping to conclusions.

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To begin with, Othello is responsible for the death of Desdemona. He assumed she was unfaithful instead of confronting her.

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Starting off, Othello allows Iago to tamper with his mind and does nothing to stop it.

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Another reason is that he took it upon himself to go and kill his wife.

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For instance, Othello’s lack of trust to Desdemona plagued how he copes with the idea of her infidelities.

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Despite of having a very long relationship with Othello, Iago manipulated him to the point where he became guilty of Desdemona’s death.

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Othello's mind is being tampered with and he does nothing to stop it.

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Othello's constantly jumping to conclusions lead to the death of Desdemona.

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Othello is responsible for the death of Desdemona. He assumed she was unfaithful instead of confronting her.

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Othello's insecurity on his marriage enables Iago to delude his judgement.

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There are many reason why one would think that Othello is responsible for the death of Desdemona, the first being how he was the one who came up with the idea to kill Desdemona.

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Iago was manipulative from the start. When Othello did not give him a job position he wanted, he was enraged and seeked revenge.

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Othello is responsible for Desdemona's death for several reasons, one being that he took the time to actually murder her.

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Othello should have never automatically assumed that his wife Desdemona is cheating just because of what Iago told him.

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Othello's start of insecurity added to his lack of faith in Desdemona.

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Othello allowed Iago to poison his mind with accusations of Desdemona and made him question his marriage. For example, Iago pretends to warn Othello not to be jealous when he found out Desdemona was cheating on him, "O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock that meat it feeds on."

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Othello distinctively displays his lack of trust in Desdemona by saying, “She says enough, yet she’s a simple bawd/That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,/A closet, lock and key, of villainous secrets./And yet she’ll kneel and pray, I have seen her do ’t. (IV.i)” These lines confirms Othello’s suppressed emotions as he easily declares Desdemona as a harlot who sleeps around, which contradicts  how he once viewed her.

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In Act 4, Scene 1 Othello decided to kill Desdemona by saying “Ay, let her rot and perish and be damned tonight, for she shall not live.” Which means , “ Yes let her rot and die and go to hell tonight. She will not stay alive for long,” and for Othello being Desdemona's husband that is insensitive of him for saying that and not listening to her side of what is going on.

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Iago is responsible for the killing of Desdemona. His hate for Othello leads him to poison Othello's mind which soon leads to his wife's death. As stated, "I hate the Moor;
And it is thought abroad that 'twixt my sheets
He has done my office: I know not if't be true;
But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
Will do as if for surety."

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The person I think is responsible for Desdemona's death is Iago. He poisons Othello's mind and led him to the murder of his wife. In Act 4, Scene 1, Iago states, "Keep working, poison! This is the way to trick gullible fools. Many good and innocent women are punished for reasons like this.—My lord? My lord, Othello!" It seems as if the the first three sentences are a soliloquy in Iago. He's preaching how his lies which is "poison" are working and how many faithful woman are punished for being lied on.

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Othello has let Iago poison his mind and made him to do the inevitable; murder his one true love

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The person responsible for Desdemona's death is Othello. Othello says, "Yet i'll not shed her blood, nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow and smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men." Othello listened to Iago and let him manipulate him instead of confronting Desdemona. Othello assumed that she was being unfaithful and he let his anger get the best of him and he killed her because he thought she betrayed him.

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Iago is incensed because he did not receive the promotion and is now trying to get reprisal on Othello by spreading rumors about his relationship with Desdemona to Barbantio, Desdemonas father. Iago says, "Zounds, sir, you’re robbed! For shame, put on your gown. Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul.Even now, now, very now, an old black ram is tupping your white ewe.... Arise, I say!" Iago's propositions are slowly causing Othello to unwind and loose confidence in his relationship.

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OTHELLO is responsible for the death of Desdemona. The insecurity he has on his marriage enables Iago to delude his judgement. Desdemona's death is a case of premeditated murder. For example, Othello states "Yet I'll not shed her blood,
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men" (5.2.3-6) Othello believed that by murdering Desdemona, he would be doing many more men a favor. He justifies his actions, and does not see what he is doing as wrong.

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Othello concludes a false accusation towards Desdemona of having previously cheated on him. Being true to his faith, he demands Desdemona to go to Church and ask for forgiveness in prayer from God. In the text it states, "... this hand of yours requires a sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer, much castigation, exercise devout."(3.4.37-39).

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Othello is responsible for Desdemona's death for multiple reasons, and one of them being that he had been planning to kill her, it didn't just happen in the moment. While Othello and Iago are discussing how to kill Desdemona, Othello says, "Get me some poison, Iago; this night. I'll not expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again: this night, Iago." This quote goes to show that Desdemona's death was not an accident, Othello was seeking to kill her before he actually did.

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Iago never intended to provoke Othello into killing Desdemona, Othello decided her fate on his own and Iago only went along with it. "It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul" says "Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men."

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Othello is responsible for Desdemona's death because he jumped straight to conclusions instead of talking over the situation with Desdemona.

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Othello is responsible for Desdemona's death. He believed Iago over his wife, even thought she was trying to tell him the entire time that she was innocent.

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My thesis statement was about Iago because I think he is responsible for Desdemonas death. Although he never physically killed Desdemona, he plotted against Othello and planted deep lies into his head. This resulted in Othello losing his sanity and murdering his faithful wife

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Othello is the cause of Desdemona’ s death because he is the one that took the initiative to kill her.

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Iago was responsible for the death of Desdamona.

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Iago is the one who filled Othello's head with lies, however, Othello is the one accountable for Desdemona's death.

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Through the influence of Iago clouding Othello's judgement, Othello is responsible for Desdemona's death.

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Othello is responsible for Desdemona's death because he physically killed Desdemona instead of seeking a divorce or an alternative way to deal with her.

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Othello should be put on trial for the death of Desdemona. Othello had many options as to how to deal with the situation, but he took matters into his own hand, and killed his wife. He allowed himself to be deluded by Iago's friendly facade. Although Iago wanted to ruin Othello's life, there is no proof that he recommended Othello to murder his wife.

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Desdemona's death was caused by Othello's ignorance and disregard of the truth.

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I beseech that you do not shrift anyone here.

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They beseeched the man not utter a word before they did their shrift. 

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They beseeched the man not utter a word before they did their shrift. 

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he beseeches her with marriage and hopes he a woo her.

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Iago beseeches Roderigo to conspire against Cassio.

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The priest lectured the men and women who suborned this week and told them if they do not change their act, they will receive a castigate.

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The young man earnestly beseeched Emelia's hand in marriage, hoping to woo her with his charms.

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Cassio beseeched Desdemona to help him plead his case in front of Othello so his advocation won't be shattered.

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Filled with guilt, I decided on going to shrift, to admit to conspiring against my father.

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In Othello, Brabantio is the father of Desdemona. At first, Brabantio and Othello were friends and he had never thought that Othello would marry Desdemona. But once Brabantio had found out Othello and Desdemona got married, Brabantio went against the good intentions he had of Othello. At first, Brabantio wasn't known as a racist character, but after he found out that Othello married his only daughter, he switched his mindset of Othello and started becoming racist towards the Moor.

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i believe that Barbantio is not a bad person but he does have his downfalls. He accepts Othello and his daughter as a couple as would most people would disapprove. I believe his racism against Othello is understandable because he is not being all that racist. Most people during that time would be ten times worse. Othello is getting a break with him.

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Brabanito is obviously very racist (so was everyone else in that time) so his reaction to Othello and Desdemona's marriage in natural. i dont think hes a bad person for his outlook on the marriage because he is not the only one. i just thinks its wrong how he is the only person trying to ruin the marriage. Barbantio is the only person who inst over looking the whole thing. everyone else feels uncomfortable about it but they get over it because technically they are all ready married (meaning they had sexual intercourse).

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I think that Brabantio is an okay man because he was only trying to protect his only child. Since Desdemona is his only little girl he probably feels the need to protect her. But there are times when he comes off as a bad person. He would make rude comments to Othello that wasn't necessary. His racism against Othello is not okay because it's never a good thing to be racist to someone. No matter what skin color they are.

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Barbanito is Desdemona's father and a politician. I think he is in between good and bad because at first he was friends with Othello and got along together but now he dislikes him. Barbanito thinks that Othello is stealing his daughter away. This made Barbanito mad which made him not like Othello and comment bad things about him. I think he racist because of the things he would say about Othello. He also called Othello a Moor, meaning dirty or black man.

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Brabanito is Desdemona father. Brabanito is ambiguous. He's good because he let Othello and Desdemona be together. He also used to be good friends with Othello. Brabanito is bad because he saying all these racist comments about Othello. Brabanito racism against Othello is not understandable because before it was okay to be friends with Othello, but when his daughter want to marriage Othello he got mad and started saying

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Barbanito is a product of his time, and his views on racism and how he accepts Othello and Desdemona's relationship is understandable . I honestly do not believe that his character of who he is not completely all bad nor all good but somewhere in between. I say this because I see past his reaction to their marriage and see a genuine concern daughter, someone who is distraught by the abruptness of something so life changing with no regard at all. 

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Barbanito is a product of his time, and his views on racism and how he accepts Othello and Desdemona's relationship is understandable . I honestly do not believe that his character of who he is not completely all bad nor all good but somewhere in between. I say this because I see past his reaction to their marriage and see a genuine concern daughter, someone who is distraught by the abruptness of something so life changing with no regard at all. 

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Brabantio he was against the marriage with Desdemona and Othello. He did not want to accept the fact that they were eloped. However, so far throughout the story he has learn to accept the marriage. And that he is truly realizing that his only daughter is in love with a moor man.

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At first, Barbantio is very racist and dislikes Othello when he first finds out that he is with his daughter. He does not accept their marriage.

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Brabantio is generally a good man, but he is a product of his time. During this time period when the story took place, most white men were not very fond of black men, otherwise known as "moors". But, Brabantio had a close relationship with Othello when they were a bit younger. Unfortunately, those around him influence his opinions on Othello. Brabantio is being deluded by Iago and Roderigo's actions and accusations against Othello.

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William Shakespeare's Othello is composed of many characters. One of the most significant ones is Brabantio. He plays the role of Desdemona's father and portrays a rich politician. Although he is seen as 'bad' by many other characters because he does not want Desdemona to be with Othello, he is also good.

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Brabantio is Desdemona's father, he is not that bad, he is mad that Desdemona is with Othello but is forced to accept it. Before he knew of the marriage he and Othello would talk and didn't seem to have a problem with each other. His racism against Othello is not understandable because he was once fine with Othello but now that he has knowledge of the marriage he doesn't want to be involved with them.

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Brabantio is Desdemona's father. He is at first angry about his daughter eloping with Othello, but when he realizes that his daughter is happy, he isn't bothered by it. He acts like a racist in the beginning, calling him a Moor, but in turn, takes it back. His racism isn't at all undersanding because people are allowed to fall in love with whomever they choose,

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Brabantio's moral character is somewhere in between when it comes to Othello and his racism towards him. In my opinion, although he was being racist, and did not want his daughter marrying a black man; Brabantio was being a good man when he allowed Desdemona and Othello to still be married.

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The character Brabantio is Desdemona's father who was awaken in the beginning of the story, by Iago and Rodergio. I think Brabantio is somewhere in-between because at the beginning of the story he seems to have been good friends with Othello. Brabantio doesn't seem to have had any racial feelings towards or against Othello.

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Brabantio is somewhere in between because when it comes to Othello he liked him before he decided to marry Destimona. He is a rich man who values his reputation among others so when Othello eloped with his daughter i believe he feared what others would think. I believe his racism is understandable for him at this time, because it was a different time era and people had different mindsets then they do now.

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I believe Brabantio is not all good but not all bad, he's somewhere in-between. Brabantio was opposed to Desdemona and Othello's relationship at first but when he realized that they truly loved each other, he accepted the relationship, but still did not fully approve it. His racism against Othello is not understandable because there are other ways to respond to a situation, and being racist is not a way. Brabantio was truly discriminate against Othello when in times before, he trusted Othello and cared for him. Brabantio shouldn't be opposed to his daughter's relationship just because of skin color. Deep down, he knows Othello is a good person with good intentions and moral.