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Justice vs. Order

As I prepare for a classroom discussion, I find many Letter from Birmingham Jail quotes that inspire me. What an orator Martin Luther King, Jr., In his “Letter From Birmingham Jail,” Martin Luther King, Jr. says the following:

…I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in this stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says, “I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action”; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom ;who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a “more convenient season.” Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.

(emphases mine)

I hope that I am always more devoted to justice than order.


The topic of labeling people based on beliefs, i.e. feminists, Marxist, etc, has come up several times in the reading I have had to do for classes lately. What do you think?

Some people say that labels are terrible and should be eschewed because they restrict us because no one believes exactly the same things and to give my belief the label of “x-ism” is misleading, because you, also a believer in x, believe slightly different things about x-ism. We should not be grouped together because it ineffectively represents both your beliefs and mine.

Others argue that, while they might be restrictive, labels help to situate scholars or people into a wider scheme, instead of just another person who believe x, y, and z, but not all of x, and only party of y, and isn’t really sure what she believes about z, which is what avoiding labels does. Including yourself as an x-ist gives those around you a way to understand you.

I’m not sure what I believe, but I guess that I think it’s existentialist to think that labels are to be avoided at all costs. I guess that means that I find my Self in the group with those who believe that labels are useful.

What I hate most about being an adult

I remember crying to my mommy when I realized that I was indeed going to grow up some day and have to be a “WOMAN.” It hasn’t really been all that bad, not as bad as I thought it would be. The responsibilities aren’t too difficult to keep up with, as long as you keep up with them. I think I have been realizing lately (as in the last few years) what truly must be the worst thing about being a grown up.

I moved once as a child. I was 9–almost 10–and Dad got a better job in Neosho, so we moved there two weeks before I started 4th grade. I made some friends that I luckily still have today. I make friends easily, and I have made new friends at every stage of life, starting college, at “work,” getting married, in grad school….

But that is the worst part of being an adult. As children, hardly anyone left Neosho, and only two people that I remember as close friends left (Jenny Hagensicker and Natalie Nicoletti–did I spell her name right?). Now, almost all my very good, close friends who I have known for more than five years have left the city I live in, with the exception of two. Thankfully only a few people moved outside of “comfortable driving distance.” I lost contact with several of my high school friends for a few years, but we are now back in contact, well, something like contact, as we use MySpace blogs to tell each other what is going on in our lives.

Just this summer alone, nay, in the last two months! I have lost two close friends to distance. Sucks. And probably I’ll be moving outside of “comfortable driving distance” within the year. So all the friends I’ve made in grad school will be left.

I’m not saying you can’t be friends with someone who lives on the other side of the country, but let’s face it, you can’t just hop in your car and stop by Temple to hear her thesis defence the next day, or go to her graduation, or celebrate her birthday when you live 20 hours away. You only visit for the really big moments, like getting married or, or, what else? Once-a-year or once-every-two-years visit?! Having a baby? Most of my friends aren’t planning on doing that any time soon anyway! :(

I think the perfect place to be, whether in the middle of the desert or at the polar ice caps, or anywhere in between, would be in a city of all of my close friends and family, all the time, together.

One day I was playing soccer inside and I broke the lamb…

Keri, please read the comment on my “Quick Blog” entry… As a former student, whadda ya think??? :D

Check out my Daegu students: http://www.flickr.com/groups/daegu/

I’m hoping that they send me more pictures so that I actually have some good ones. They took *a lot* of pictures. You know that stereotype about Asians carrying cameras every where? It’s true. After our first class, I walked out into the hall and there were two students having their picture taken by the Jim D. Morris Center shadowbox display, victory signs flashing. :) They were a fun, lively group and I really enjoyed teaching them American Culture. It was one of the easiest classes I’ve ever taught. And it was supposed to be. One assignment a week. That means I only had one thing to grade. :D

I’m reading through final essays, and some are funny–the mistakes, that is. But some really touch you. That is what I like about being an English teacher. You really get to know your students by seeing how they think and through the little glimpses of their lives. Not many teachers get that. Anyway, right now, I’m going back and forth between MySpace and this one student’s portfolio. The essay I am reading right now is about what causes mood changes, and his/her stories are sad… they are all about how his/her father act or reacts to things that greatly affect the mood of the student. Perhaps it’s an article mistake that makes this sentence so vivid, but it caught me: “One day I was playing soccer in the salon inside my house and I broke the lamb. I knew my father would be mad.” The Lamb. What is it, I wonder. Turns out, his/her mother intervened, so Dad wasn’t mad.

I talked to my brother for 2 hours tonight! He’s such a cool guy, and we are the best of friends. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been since we talked last, we just talk for hours about anything and everything. <3 I used to sing my heart out to JEW's "Drugs for Me" to him. I guess I'm scared that when he's out, he's not going to last. I know he is a strong man with the mind of a genius, but I'm just afraid. I know how powerful addiction can be, not personally, but I've observed it enough. Anyway, he has a bright future, and he always has. He has jeopardized it in the past, but I believe, because of his potential, that that future is still within his reach. We talked about his college and future plans. Very smart guy. Deciding what to do with your life is a big decision! Just like marriage; you don't rush into it. We talked about online courses, the ACT (*gag*), and advantages of an A.A. Look at how optimistic I'm bein. It's in my soul. Can't help it. Nor do I want to. Gotta go.