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Read the following link that includes the most recent update on what's going on with immigration policy:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/11/13/john-boehner-immigration_n_4267262.html?utm_hp_ref=politics#slide=827766

1. Summarize the article in 5-7 sentence.
2. Does this change anything about your opinion about the DREAM Act? Why or why not?
3. Predict what you think will happen this coming year with immigration reform.

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I don't want to say I know what you mean because I never have experienced what you have experienced. But I hear you loud and clear and I think love is love. I think there will be something done about it in our generation Mason and it will be a great day for that. That would be a HUGE mark in history. Gays have fought too hard for it not to happen and I am positive that the government will realize that they have been defeated. Anyone can find love and if they want to spend their lives together then they should have that right.

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I hear you. I feel like it will play a very decent part because we all know its going to be a major part of our generation for years cause of the gay's we have that are fighting it and won't give up. Love is love no matter your race,size,gender. If a man and a woman can find love than a man and a man can find love as well as a Woman and a Woman.

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Some say that immigration is an issue that will define your generation.

1. Do you agree? Why/why not? (1 paragraph)

I kinda do because with the more migrants we have coming over, the bigger our population becomes, which is not bad. More people means more money basically so there more buildings being built which creates more jobs for people. More students coming in which means more schools are being built. migrants are just like you and i, all they want it a life. so they come to america, so yes i believe it will define our generation, but for the better.

2. What is another issue that you think defines your generation? In other words, when you get into your 20s, 30s, and 40s, what issue will be on everyone's minds? (1 paragraph)

I believe Gay rights is still going to be a big issue. No matter what everyone wants equal rights and its not fair that same sex marriage can not get the same thing as opposite sex marriages but its all still love. My moms are married but its not legal in the state of north carolina, so if one of my moms were to pass on or something it would be hard on my other mom because she has no say in whatever happens to her. Gay rights is something people have been fighting for, for years and i believe that fight will continue on until people realize that love is the same no matter what race or gender.

3. Go to someone else's padlet and comment on their choice of issue for #2. Remember to put your name in the subject line for the comments.
love is love...

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Cuadros says in the final chapter that Latinos have only been on the front page of the paper two times.
1. What were these two times? First when they had the david duke rally against immigration and second when they became champions

2. What do you think about the way different groups are represented in the media (movies, magazines, TV, news, etc.). Pick two different groups to discuss. The Blacks and whites when it comes to scary movies. I dont like how in most movies the black people are always the first to die basically calling blacks weak and unfit and then the white people always have to trip and break something basically calling them stupid. i also dont like how there is no black princess, i mean now there is but the movie that she plays in is kinda bias.

3. How can the media support harmful stereotypes? when there is only white princesses then little girls start to believe that they only way they can be pretty, if they looked like that, causing huge self image problems.

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1. In the spirit of having a diversity of sources, find and attach to your post one NEWSPAPER source that supports your argument for your research paper. If you have already found that one, use it for this.

Examples: CNN, New York Times, Washington Post, News and Observer (Raleigh)

2. Write a paragraph summarizing the article and a paragraph explaining how it relates to your argument

The Dream act dela with immigrants and their education. This bill will provide permanency for immigrants who reach the criteria .

3. Make a source card for this article (see board for instructions on how to make a source card for an electronic source)

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PICTURE 2: What you think best represents modern Pittsboro.

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Chapter 16 talks a lot about the history of Siler City and how much it has changed over the years.

1. What do you know about the history of Pittsboro? Family stories, what you've heard, etc.

I dont really know much about Pittsboro just the it has many historic things which is kind of neat i enjoy living in an area with so much character behind it.

2. Do some research about the history of Pittsboro. When/why was it founded? What started out being the big industries? What kind of people first settled there? How have things changed?

1785 Pittsboro was established as a town. the big industries were poultry and textiles. Things really have not changed much, its just a small town where everyone knows everyone, beside our new bojangles.

3. Attach two pictures:

PICTURE 1: What you think best represents historic Pittsboro.

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Lenin quits his job because he feels out of place. He says it's because he is of a different race/culture than anyone else in his office (153). Do you think this is an understandable reaction? Be sure to use details from the book to support your answer.

-yes i do because, he feels out of place. Everybody just wants to blend in and its hard to do so when you stick out like a sore thumb. He doesn't feel like thats the job for him, he rather be outside then sitting a desk like all day.

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J#1: At the beginning of Chapter 10, Cuadros talks about his family's history and how it affected his decisions in life. Do you feel like your family's history influences you in any way? Will it influence what you are doing after you graduate and/or where you want to live? Why or why not?

- I feel as if my past does somewhat affect my future. You were raised a certain way so that will definitely affect they way you feel as you are growing up. Because of all the crime in my past I've always wanted to be a police officer or a fire fighter because of all of our house fires or even a social worker because i know what it feels like to have to keep moving around, home home because they dont want you anymore. "the sting of being alienated, separated from a home, had left its mark on me as well" . i think our family history influences us all.

#2: Healthcare is a major debate in American politics right now. What is Medicare and Medicaid? How do people benefit from these programs? Research and explain the issue with undocumented immigrants and healthcare. You must include information you read from A Home on the Field (121-122).

#3: In Chapter 11, Cuadros says America is not a country, it is an ideal (133). Respond to this statement however you wish

- i agree with cuadros because america has never just been one culture. America is all about freedom which is what everybody wants not just one culture. I remember reading somewhere that america was known as the melting pot. Well if thats the case, it dosent matter if you are different, just because you live in america doesn't mean your american, American isn't something you are, its a belief. America equals freedom, you should have to have documents, just to be free.

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i love your picture because it shows that tolerance isnt just about race but about ones identify and

beliefs.

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I like your symbol for tolerance.. it should a very big and general symbolization to tolerance.

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This image gives a very good meaning and understanding to tolerance. I completely agree with the poem and picture. It is about accepting difference and creating peace. If more people believed in tolerance and were able to tolerate social issues the world would be more peaceful.

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I like this picture because everyone is accepting one another. It doesnt matter what color, what anything. All that matters is that they are people just like everyone else and they can be friends. I wish that more people would just start accepting others. The would would be a better place.

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1. What is YOUR definition of tolerance? being able to take something like to handle it

2. The social issues have changed over time. How does tolerance work in this day and age? What level of tolerance do expect from yourself? Your community? tolerance does not really work to well, like we have issues all the time because people are diverse and some people just can not accept that.

3. Review pages 95-98. How did tolerance/lack of tolerance affect this part? How did you feel reading it?

4. Post a picture you find that you feel best expresses the concept of tolerance. Briefly describe why this is a good representation.

I believe this picture is good because it gives you the definition and a image that you can put with it. i mean it shows that just because you are different doesn't mean you can't get along.

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Quote #3 , the KKK never had the rally at the poultry plant because they didn't like the way the it smelt. It seems like they didn't really care about what was happening, i mean nobody even noticed until they couldn't get a job. I dont see the problem with immigration, nobody wanted those jobs anyways. They kept asking for more and more money , they were becoming greedy so the factories brought in workers that would work for cheap. All the people wanted was to get the work done cheaply but secretly. they didn't want to share things they were getting with the workers they just wanted them to work and feed them.

Quote #2, this one made a lot of since, if you read it and summarize it he is basically teling us that its going to be ugly before it gets better. This qoute gave you hope, something to look forward to when you get to go back home.

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An extract from THE SOCCER WAR

by Ryszard Kapuscinski(1969)

(Leftist Polish journalist appointed in 1964 by the Polish Press Agency as its only foreign correspondent; for the next 10 years he was "responsible" for 50 countries.)

Luis ... had read a report on the soccer match between the Honduran and Salvadoran national teams. The two countries were playing for the right to take part in the 1970 World Cup in Mexico. The first match was held on Sunday 8 June 1969, in the Honduran capital, Tegucigalpa.

Nobody in the world paid any attention.

The Salvadoran team arrived in Tegucigalpa on Saturday and spent a sleepless night in their hotel. The team could not sleep because it was the target of psychological warfare waged by the Honduran fans. A swarm of people encircled the hotel. The crowd threw stones at the windows and beat sheets of tin and empty barrels with sticks. They set off one set of firecrackers after another. They leaned on the horn of cars parked in front of the hotel. The fans whistled, screamed and sent up hostile chants. This went on all night. The idea was that a sleepy, edgy, exhausted team would be bound to lose. In Latin America these are common practices.

The next day Honduras defeated the sleepless El Salvador squad one-nil.

Eighteen-year-old Amelia Bolanios was sitting in front of the television in El Salvador when the Honduran striker Roberto Cardona scored the winning goal in the final minute. She got up and ran to the desk which contained her father's pistol in a drawer. She then shot herself in the heart. 'The young girl could not bear to see her fatherland brought to its knees,' wrote the Salvadoran newspaper El Nacional the next day. The whole capital took part in the televised funeral of Amelia Bolanios. An army honour guard marched with a flag at the head of the procession. The president of the republic and his ministers walked behind the flag-draped coffin. Behind the government came the Salvadoran soccer eleven who, booed, laughed at, and spat on at the Tegucigalpa airport, had returned to El Salvador on a special flight that morning.

But the return match of the series took place in San Salvador, the beautifully named Flor Blanca stadium, a week later. This time it was the Honduran team that spent a sleepless night. The screaming crowd of fans broke all the windows in the hotel and threw rotten eggs, dead rats and stinking rags inside. The players were taken to the match in armoured cars of the First Salvadoran Mechanized Division - which saved them from revenge and bloodshed at the hands of the mob that lined the route, holding up portraits of the national heroine Amelia Bolanios.

The army surrounded the ground. On the pitch stood a cordon of soldiers from a crack regiment of the Guardia Nacional, armed with sub-machine-guns. During the playing of the Honduran national anthem the crowd roared and whistled. Next, instead of the Honduran flag-which had been burnt before the eyes of the spectators, driving them mad with joy-the hosts ran a dirty, tattered dishrag up the flag-pole. Under such conditions the players from Tegucigalpa did not, understandably, have their minds on the game. They had their minds on getting out alive. 'We're awfully lucky that we lost,' said the visiting coach, Mario Griffin, with relief.

El Salvador prevailed, three-nil.

The same armoured cars carried the Honduran team straight from the playing field to the airport. A worse fate awaited the visiting fans. Kicked and beaten, they fled towards the border. Two of them died. Scores landed in hospital. One hundred and fifty of the visitors' cars were burned. The border between the two states was closed a few hours later.

Luis read about all of this in the newspaper and said that there was going to be a war. He had been a reporter for a long time and he knew his beat.

In Latin America, he said, the border between soccer and politics is vague. There is a long list of governments that have fallen or been overthrown after the defeat of the national team. Players on the losing team are denounced in the press as traitors. When Brazil won the World Cup in Mexico, an exiled Brazilian colleague of mine was heartbroken: 'The military right wing,' he said, 'can be assured of at least five more years of peaceful rule.' On the way to the title, Brazil beat England. In an article with the headline 'Jesus Defends Brazil', the Rio de Janeiro paper Jornal dos Sportes explained the victory thus:
'Whenever the ball flew towards our goal and a score seemed inevitable, Jesus reached his foot out of the clouds and cleared the ball.' Drawings accompanied the article, illustrating the supernatural intervention.

Anyone at the stadium can lose his life. Take the match Mexico lost to Peru, two-one. An embittered Mexican in an ironic tone, 'Viva Mexico!' A moment later be was dead, massacred by the crowd. But sometimes the heightened emotions find an outlet in other ways. After Mexico beat Belgium one-nil, Augusto Mariaga, the warden of a maximum-security prison in Chilpancingo (Guerrero State, Mexico), became delirious with joy and ran around firing a pistol into the air and shouting, 'Viva Mexico!' He opened all the cells, releasing 142 dangerous hardened criminals. A court acquitted him later, as, according to the verdict, he had 'acted in patriotic exaltation.'

'Do you think it's worth going to Honduras?' I asked Luis, who was then editing the serious and influential weekly Siempre.
'I think it's worth it,' he answered. 'Something's bound to happen.'

I was in Tegucigalpa the next morning.

At dusk a plane flew over Tegucigalpa and dropped a bomb. Everybody heard it. The nearby mountains echoed its violent blast so that some said later that a whole series of bombs had been dropped. Panic swept the city. People fled home; merchants closed their shops. Cars were abandoned in the middle of the street. A woman ran along the pavement, crying, 'My child! My child!' Then silence fell and everything became still. It was as if the city had died. The lights went out and Tegucigalpa sank into darkness.

I hurried to the hotel, burst into my room, fed a piece of paper into the typewriter and tried to write a dispatch to Warsaw. I was trying to move fast because I knew that at that moment I was the only foreign correspondent there and that I could be the first to inform the world about the outbreak of the war in Central America. But it was pitch dark in the room and I couldn't see anything. I felt my way downstairs to the reception desk, where I was lent a candle. I went back upstairs, lit the candle and turned on my transistor radio. The announcer was reading a communiqué from the Honduran government about the commencement of hostilities with El Salvador. Then came the news that the Salvadoran army was attacking Honduras all along the front line.

I began to write:

TEGUCIGALPA (HONDURAS) PAP JULY 14 VIA TROPICAL
RADIO RCA TODAY AT 6 PM WAR BEGAN BETWEEN EL
SALVADOR AND HONDURAS SALVADORAN AIR FORCE
BOMBARDED FOUR HONDURAN CITIES STOP AT SAME
TIME SALVADORAN ARMY CROSSED HONDURAN BORDER
ATTEMPTING TO PENETRATE DEEP INTO COUNTRY STOP IN
RESPONSE TO AGGRESSION HONDURAN AIR FORCE
BOMBARDED IMPORTANT SALVADORAN INDUSTRIAL AND
STRATEGIC TARGETS AND GROUND FORCES BEGAN
DEFENSIVE ACTION

At this moment someone in the Street started shouting "Apaga la luz!' ('Turn off the light!') over and over, more and more loudly with increasing agitation. I blew out the candle. I went on typing blind, by touch, striking a match over the keys every now and then.

RADIO REPORTS FIGHTING UNDERWAY ALONG FULL LENGTH OF FRONT
AND THAT HONDURAN ARMY IS INFLICTING HEAVY LOSSES ON SALVADORAN
ARMY STOP GOVERNMENT HAS CALLED WHOLE POPULATION TO DEFENCE OF
ENDANGERED NATION AND APPEALED TO UN FOR CONDEMNATION OF ATTACK

....................

Since early morning people had been digging trenches, erecting barricades - preparing for a siege. Women were stocking up supplies and criss-crossing their windows with masking tape. People rushed through the streets directionless; an atmosphere of panic reigned. Student brigades were painting outsized slogans on walls and fences. A bubble full of graffiti had burst over Tegucigalpa, covering the walls with thousands of verses.

ONLY AN IMBECILE WORRIES
NOBODY BEATS HONDURAS

or:

PICK UP YOUR GUNS AND LET'S GO GUYS
CUT THOSE SALVADORANS DOWN TO SIZE

WE'LL AVENGE THREE-NIL

PORFIRIO RAMOS SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF HIMSELF FOR
LIVING WITH A SALVADORAN WOMAN

ANYONE SEEING RAIMUNDO GRANADOS CALL THE POLICE
HE'S A SALVADORAN SPY

Latins are obsessed with spies, intelligence conspiracies and plots. In war, everyone is a fifth-columnist. I was not in a particularly comfortable situation: official propaganda on both sides blamed communists for every misfortune, and I was the only correspondent in the region from a socialist country. Even so, I wanted to see the war through to the end.

I went to the post office and asked the telex operator to join me for a beer. He was terrified, because, although he had a Honduran father, his mother was a citizen of El Salvador. He was a mixed national and thus among the suspects. He did not know what would happen next. All morning the police had been herding Salvadorans into provisional camps, most often set up in stadiums. Throughout Latin America, stadiums play a double role: in peacetime they are sports venues; in war they turn into concentration camps.

His name was José Malaga, and we had a drink in a restaurant near the post office. Our uncertain status had made brothers of us. Every so often José phoned his mother, who was sitting locked in her house, and said. 'Mama, everything's OK. They haven't come for me; I'm still working.'

By the afternoon the other correspondents arrived from Mexico, forty of them, my colleagues. They had flown into Guatemala and then hired a bus, because the airport in Tegucigalpa was closed. They all wanted to drive to the front. We went to the Presidential Palace, an ugly, bright blue turn-of-the-century building in the centre of the town to arrange permission. There were machine-gun nests and sandbags around the palace, and anti-aircraft guns in the courtyard. In the corridors inside, soldiers were dozing or lolling around in full battledress.

People have been making war for thousands of years, but each time it is as if it is the first war ever waged, as if everyone has started from scratch.

A captain appeared and said he was the army press spokesman. He was asked to describe the situation and he stated that they were winning all along the front and that the enemy was suffering heavy casualties.

'OK,' said the AP correspondent. 'Let's see the front.'

The Americans, the captain explained, were already there. They always go first because of their influence - and because they commanded obedience and could arrange all sorts of things. The captain said we could go the next day, and that everyone should bring two photographs.

We drove to a place where two artillery pieces stood under some trees. Cannons were firing and stacks of ordnance were lying around. Ahead of us we could see the road that led to El Salvador. Swamp stretched along both sides of the road, and dense green bush began past the belt of swamp.

The sweaty, unshaven major charged with holding the mad said we could go no further. Beyond this point both armies were in action, and it was hard to tell who was who or what belonged to which side. The bush was too thick to see anything. Two opposing units often noticed each other only at the last moment, when, wandering through the overgrowth, they met face to face. In addition, since both armies wore the same uniforms, carried the same equipment, and spoke the same language, it was difficult to distinguish friend from foe. The major advised us to return to Tegucigalpa, because advancing might mean getting killed without even knowing who had done it. (As if that mattered, I thought.) But the television cameramen said they had to push forward, to the front line, to film soldiers in action, firing, dying. Gregor Straub of NBC said he had to have a close-up of a soldiery's face dripping sweat. Rodolfo Carillo of CBS said he had to catch a despondent commander sitting under a bush and weeping because he had lost his whole unit. A French cameraman wanted a panorama shot with a Salvadoran unit charging a Honduran unit from one side, or vice versa. Somebody else wanted to capture the image of a soldier carrying his dead comrade. The radio reporters sided with the cameramen. One wanted to record the cries of a casualty summoning help, growing weaker and weaker, until he breathed his last breath. Charles Meadows of Radio Canada wanted the voice of a soldier cursing war amid a hellish racket of gunfire. Naotake Mochida of Radio Japan wanted the bark of an officer shouting to his commander over the roar of artillery - using a Japanese field telephone.

Many others also decided to go forward. Competition is a powerful incentive. Since American television was going, the American wire services had to go as well. Since the Americans were going, Reuters had to go. Excited by patriotic ambition, I decided, as the only Pole on the scene, to attach myself to the group that intended to make the desperate march. Those who said they had bad hearts, or professed to be uninterested in particulars since they were writing general commentaries, we left behind, under a tree....

The soccer war lasted one hundred hours. Its victims: 6,000 dead, more than 12,000 wounded. Fifty thousand people lost their homes and fields. Many villages were destroyed.

The two countries ceased military action because Latin American states intervened, but to this day there are exchanges of gunfire along the Honduras - El Salvador border, and people die, and villages are burned.

These are the real reasons for the war: El Salvador, the smallest country in Central America, has the greatest population density in the western hemisphere (over 160 people per square kilometre). Things are crowded, and all the more so because most of the land is in the hands of fourteen great landowning clans. People even say that El Salvador is the property of fourteen families. A thousand latjfundistas own exactly ten times as much land as their hundred thousand peasants. Two-thirds of the village population owns no land. For years a part of the landless poor has been emigrating to Honduras, where there are large tracts of unimproved land. Honduras (12,000 square kilometres) is almost six times as large as El Salvador, but has about half as many people (2,500,000). This was illegal emigration but was kept hushed-up, tolerated by the Honduran government for years.

Salvadoran peasants settled in Honduras, established villages, and grew accustomed to a better life than the one they had left behind. They numbered about 300,000.

In the l960s, unrest began among the Honduran peasantry, which was demanding land, and the Honduras government passed a decree on agricultural reform. But since this was an oligarchical government, dependent on the United States, the decree did not break up the land of either the oligarchy or the large banana plantations belonging to the United Fruit Company. The government wanted to re-distribute the land occupied by the Salvadoran squatters, meaning that the 300,000 Salvadorans would have to return to their own country, where they had nothing, and where, in any event, they would be refused by the Salvadoran government, fearing a peasant revolution.

Relations between the two countries were tense. News on both sides waged a campaign of hate, slander calling each other Nazis, dwarfs, drunkards, sadists, spiders, aggressors and thieves. There were pogroms. Shops were burned.

In these circumstances the match between Honduras and El Salvador had taken place.

The war ended in a stalemate. The border remained the same. It is a border established by sight in the bush, in mountainous terrain that both sides claim. Some of the émigrés returned to El Salvador and some of them are still living in Honduras. And both governments are satisfied: for several days Honduras and El Salvador occupied the front pages of the world press and were the object of interest and concern. The only chance small countries from the Third World have of evoking a lively international interest is when they decide to shed blood. This is a sad truth, but so it is.

The deciding game of the best-of-three series was held on neutral ground, in Mexico (El Salvador won, three-two). The Honduran fans were placed on one side of the stadium, the Salvadoran fans on the other side, and down the middle sat 5,000 Mexican police armed with thick clubs.

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The soccer war, 1969 - Ryszard Kapuscinski

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An extract from THE SOCCER WAR by Ryszard Kapuscinski(1969) (Leftist Polish journalist appointed in 1964 by the Polish Press Agency as its only foreign correspondent; for the next 10 years he was "responsible" for 50 countries.) Luis ...