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      <title>&quot;Ancestral Influence&quot; by Jada Russell</title>
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      <description>Rootedness: The Ancestor as Foundation, Daughters of the Dust, The Narrative of Frederick Douglass and Just Mercy
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         <title>The Narrative of the life of Frederick Douglass </title>
         <author>jsymone2009</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"As soon as I found what he was up to, I gave a sudden spring, and as I did so, he holding to my legs, I was brought sprawling on the stable floor. Mr. Covey seemed now to think he had me, and could do what he pleased; but at this moment-- from whence came the spirit I don't now--- I resolved to fight; and suiting my action to the resolution, I seized Covey hard by the throat; and as I did so, I rose. He held on to me, and I to him. My resistance was so entirely unexpected, that Covey seemed taken all aback. He trembled like a leaf. This gave me assurance, and I held him uneasy, causing the blood to run where I touched him with the ends of my fingers. Mr. Covey soon called out to Hughes for help. Hughes came, and, while Covey held me, attempted to tie my right hand. While he was in the act of doing so, I watched my chance, and gave him a heavy kick close under the ribs. This kick fairly sickened Hughes, so that he left me in the hands of Mr. Covey. This kick had the effect of not only weakening Hughes, but Covey also. When he saw Hughes bending over with pain, his courage quailed. He asked me if I meant to persist in my resistance. I told him I did, come what might; that he had used me like a brute for six months, and that I was determined to be used so no longer. With that, he strove to drag me to a stick that was lying just out of the stable door. He meant to knock me down. But just as he was leaning over to get the stick, I seized him with both hands by his collar, and brought him by a sudden snatch to the ground. By this time, Bill came. Covey called upon him for assistance. Bill wanted to know what he could do. Covey said, "take hold of him, take hold of him!" Bill said this master hired him out to work, and not to help whip me; so he left Covey and myself to fight our own battle out. We were at it for nearly two hours. Covey at length let me go, puffing and blowing at a great rate, saying that if I had not resisted, he would not have whipped me half so much. The truth was, that he had not whipped me at all. I considered him as getting the worst end of the bargain; for he had drawn no blood from me, but I had from him. The whole six months afterwards, that I spent with Mr. Covey, he never laid the weight of his finger upon me in anger. He would occasionally say, he didn't want to get hold of me again. "No," thought I, "you need not; for you will come off worse than you did before." This battle with Mr. Covey was the turning-point in my career as a slave. It rekindled the few expiring embers of freedom, and revived within me a sense of my own manhood." (pg. 42-43)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-06 18:47:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Daughters of the Dust </title>
         <author>jsymone2009</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Nana Peazant: </strong><br>"Eli, never forget who we are, and how far we've come." <br><br><strong>Eli: </strong><br>"I have to leave here. I don't have any other choice." <br><br><strong>Nana Peazant: </strong><br>"Eli... Eli! There's a thought... a recollection...something somebody remembers. We carry these memories inside of us. Do you believe that hundreds and hundreds of Africans brought here on this other side would forget everything they once knew? We don't know where the recollections came from. But we carry these memories inside of us." <br><br><strong>Eli: </strong><br>"What're we supposed to remember, Nana? How, at one time, we were able to protect those we loved? How, in Africa world, we were kings and queens and built great big cities?" <br><br><strong>Nana Peazant: </strong><br>"Eli,.... I'm trying to teach you how to touch your own spirit. I'm fighting for my life, Eli, and I'm fighting for yours. Look in my face! I'm trying to give you something to take North with you, along with al your great big dreams. -------Call on those old Africans, Eli. They'll come to you when you least expect them. They'l hug you up quick and soft like the warm sweet wind. Let those old souls come into your heart, Eli. Let them touch you with the hands of time. Let them feed your head with wisdom that ain't from this day and time. Because when you leave this island, Eli Peazant, you ain't going to no land of milk and honey. ------------ Eli, I'm putting my trust in you to keep the family together up North. That's the challenge facing all you free Negroes. Celebrate our ways."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-06 18:47:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Rootedness: The Ancestor as Foundation </title>
         <author>jsymone2009</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jsymone2009/xij9gtq3k1oc/wish/207345052</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"<em>What struck me in looking at some contemporary fiction was whether the novel took place in the city or in the country, the presence or absence of that figure determined the success or the happiness of the character. It was the absence of an ancestor that was frightening, that was threatening and it caused huge destruction and disarray in the work itself." (pg.62) </em><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-15 17:58:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <author>jsymone2009</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jsymone2009/xij9gtq3k1oc/wish/211189807</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>This image is of a Black Lives Matter protest targeting against racist police violence. <br>The image is a clear representation of how ancestors influenced (us/those) to "fight" against racial injustice, oppression either vocally or physically.&nbsp; <br><br><a href="https://isreview.org/issue/96/black-lives-matter">https://isreview.org/issue/96/black-lives-matter</a></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-28 21:50:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Just Mercy - Bryan Stevenson </title>
         <author>jsymone2009</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jsymone2009/xij9gtq3k1oc/wish/211255031</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The sheriff was referring to the lynching of a young African American man named Michael Donald in Mobile, about sixty miles south. Donald was walking home from the store one evening, hours after a mistrial was declared in the prosecution of a black man accused of shooting a white police officer. Many white people were shocked by the verdict and blamed the mistrial on the African Americans who had been permitted to serve on the jury. After burning a cross on the courthouse lawn, a group of emerged white men who were members of the Ku Klux Klan went out searching for someone to victimize.&nbsp;<br>They found Donald as he was walking home and descended on him. After severely beating the young black man, they hanged him from a nearby tree, where his lifeless body was discovered several hours later." (pg. 48)&nbsp;<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-29 05:21:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Soul Food </title>
         <author>jsymone2009</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jsymone2009/xij9gtq3k1oc/wish/213154966</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>In this clip,  the first grandson who is heavily influenced by his grandmother, tricked the family into coming together for a Sunday dinner because before the grandmother died, she told him to keep the family together. This clip exemplifies how the family is influenced by their ancestor, when she was present and by her current absence. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-05 05:50:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-05 06:05:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Narrative of the life of Frederick Douglass </title>
         <author>jsymone2009</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jsymone2009/xij9gtq3k1oc/wish/213488676</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>In this clip of 12 Years A Slave, Solomon fights his master back for attempting to maliciously beat him because he was unable to follow his instructions due to the supplies he received.  </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-05 20:02:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title> &quot;Lineage is fully and legally represented by the oldest adult member of the lineage who is present&quot;</title>
         <author>jsymone2009</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jsymone2009/xij9gtq3k1oc/wish/213527984</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>- Igor Kopytoff "Ancestors as Elders in Africa" (pg. 131)  <br><strong>Critical Text <br></strong><a href="https://www.jstor.org/stable/1159423?seq=3#page_scan_tab_contents"><strong>https://www.jstor.org/stable/1159423?seq=3#page_scan_tab_contents</strong></a><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-05 22:09:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Works Cited </title>
         <author>jsymone2009</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Denard, Carolyn C. ed. Toni Morrison: What moves at the margin. University Press of Mississippi, 2008.</div><div> </div><div>Douglass, Frederick. Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass. Dover Publications, 1995.</div><div> </div><div>Stevenson, Bryan. “Chapter 7/Justice Denied.” Just Mercy: A Story of Justice and Redemption, Scribe, 2015. </div><div> </div><div>Petersen-Smith, Khury. “Black Lives Matter.” Black Lives Matter | International Socialist Review, isreview.org/issue/96/black-lives-matter. </div><div> </div><div>movieclips. YouTube, YouTube, 28 Sept. 2015, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRcYHJ1uTro">www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRcYHJ1uTro</a>. </div><div> </div><div>“12 Years A Slave (2013) Scene: "I did as instructed.".” YouTube, YouTube, 28 Nov. 2014, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tC7OISpvROA">www.youtube.com/watch?v=tC7OISpvROA</a>.  </div><div> </div><div>msnbcleanforward. “Justice For Victims Of Hate Crimes | Rachel Maddow | MSNBC.” YouTube, YouTube, 20 Jan. 2015, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rgmE4kote4&amp;t=327s">www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rgmE4kote4&amp;t=327s</a>. </div><div> </div><div>Dash, Julie, and Julie Dash. Daughters of the dust. Kino International, 1992. </div><div> </div><div>Kopytoff, Igor. Ancestors as elders in Africa. Bobbs-Merrill, 1971. </div><div> </div><div>movieclips. YouTube, YouTube, 27 Oct. 2011, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8Jkls3xgvg">www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8Jkls3xgvg</a>. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-10 07:09:08 UTC</pubDate>
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