Mr. Burke Does Stand Up? Lmao

It was quiet before he started his set.

Edmund “Ed” Burke sauntered up to the mic as a pale young woman dashed towards the restroom, in the rush of her exit she had left behind a stack of papers—a captivity narrative that she felt compelled to share with everyone// she finished reading aloud

He didn’t have a bad slot either, Ed thought to himself as he glanced at his watch. It was 10, right on the dot. Getting a slot at  The Long 18th Century club was hard, Burke had to dash over during his lunch break to get here, but it’s worth it– this is his shot to the big leagues.

Ed grabbed the mic, shoved it a couple of paces to the left, hunched over a bit and said, “Uh, howdy everyone—” before being interrupted by a wail coming from the speakers.

“Yikes.” He heard a voice say from the crowd. He could barely see the crowd; the light was glaring right into his field of vision. How was he supposed to see the exit, much less how the people in front of him were reacting?

“Sorry ‘bout that. Just trying to get a feel for the place. Anyway…” He dragged out the word to give himself a moment to get his bearings back. The wail of the speakers had put him off more than he cared to admit.

“Get on with it won’t you!” Someone called out from the dark blob that was the crowd. It wasn’t the same voice as the yikes from before. Why couldn’t these people just give Ed a break for a hot second?

“Right right! Anyway I’m here to talk about revolution! We all love a good fight for what’s right right? We all saw how Captain America and Iron Man save the universe right! God bless America’s ass? Yeah?”

“Is this a joke?” Another voice from the crowd murmured loudly enough to drift up the stage.

“I was a little concerned that joke wasn’t going to land. Thanks for getting it!” He laughed nervously, hoping someone would join in from the crowd only to be met with cricket-less silence. Okay so maybe it hadn’t landed?

“Right so we all love superheros that save the day! Like our president! He’s really doing something good for us right? Like you ever just look at the government and think wow things are getting better? Like that’s exactly what we’re going for! Now I will admit that initially I thought it was a little weird to suggest that we, America that is, aren’t great already but then like I realized we could do more? Like maybe we should stand our ground and go from there? That kind of leadership takes a certain kind of strength and I think our president is just really exemplifying that powerhouse strength. Also not gonna lie I’ve never had a thing for blonds till now. It’s a really good look.”

And again there was silence. Why weren’t these jokes landing? James “Jamie” Mackintosh, his best friend in the whole world, had assured him that these would work. The whole Great Conversation discord server had sung their praises when he’d rehearsed with them. It was okay though because the next set of jokes were going to slap. He just knew it.

“Also let’s talk about the kids! We’ve been talking a lot about putting women into powerful positions and we’re already doing that now! Our first daughter is the peak of strong leadership and legacy! Like I’d definitely vote for her if she ran in 2024! I don’t know why we have to take our pick from old stuffy senators with empty promises and small town mayors when we have a  legacy queen just waiting to step up for the role of president. She’s our lady liberty in the making.”

Like the beautiful Sunday Mass choir the sound of laughter brought genuine joy to Ed because finally people were laughing. They were on the same wavelength now. This was the thrill of stand-up. It was everything he wanted.

“And I know there’s been so much talk about statues this like past year. I have a suggestion! Instead of taking down statues why don’t we just erect new ones? I’m not saying a new Lady Liberty statue is a good idea but a new Lady Liberty statue is a good idea! Maybe on the west coast of the country? They kind of don’t have much history on their side of the country.”

“Heh yeah fuck California!” Someone called out. That was the energy Ed had come to rouse. Yes this was everything! The server had been right!

“We shouldn’t stop there though! There’s so much more we need to do as a nation! Like I know the bees are dying and whatever but have you ever considered eating like we’re in space? Cause then I feel like we might not need the bees as much for our agriculture? Then like if we had a civil war again a la Captain America Civil War we’d probably still be good? Like yeah there might be some split in the team but it’s time for a change and California? They just want all of us to go along with everything they do? But it’s not even that good.”

“Yeah like your act!” A mature and feminine voice drawled from the crowd, gasps were gasped, a deep voice crowed as people murmured–

“Lel, the audacity!” a girly someone said, as they cackled obnoxiously.

A haughty slightly deeper voice laughed, “Lmao, can the real comedian please stand up?” The pair was, obviously, drunk. Normal people don’t say “lel” and “lmao” out loud, with their whole mouths.  

Ed’s face burned, his shoulders tensed– he’s never had to deal with a hater before (because he had never performed in front of a real crowd but that’s beside the point).

“Uh, thank you,” He sputtered, and tried to continue talking, but something in him stopped him from just moving on, “Okay, can someone dim the lights? I really need to see the crowd now that there’s a funny guy in our midst.”

“Did you seriously just say ‘midst’ unironically? It’s two-thousand fucking nineteen.” The same mature voice said. The spotlight swung and landed on an exasperated woman; brown hair curling from out her cap, arms crossed, and lips curled upwards into a condescending smile.

Burke knew her, it was Mary Wollstonecraft from English 102. They had gotten into an argument about semantics before, and she was a huge feminist. Very radical, she was like super into the guillotine and revolution? It was a blur, all he could remember was that she was loud and mean, and,

“Are you done?”


“I can do my own introductions man.”

Could she read his mind?

“No, you’re thinking aloud dumbass,” the chair she was in screeched as she got up, “Someone hand me a mic– I’m done listening to this horny clown.” Drunken cheers and whistles drowned out Burke’s protests, “Horny?? Clown??”

“I said what I said,” Mary said into a mic that the bartender handed her, “The Trumps suck and we all know it, the American government is so corrupt and needs to be put back into the hands of the people– and you, are a misogynist!” The bartender whistled and clapped with the audience.

Burke groaned, “Et tu, Paine? I didn’t say anything misogynistic! I love women, maybe even too much!”

“She’s right and she should say it! Besides. Your time is up.” Paine said, pointing at the clock. 10:15. He was right, his slot was through. He heard the sounds of heels clacking against the floor as Wollstonecraft made her way onto the stage. Burke sighed loudly and got off the stage.

“And now, a vindication on the rights of women- or whatever,” she said, “Okay so I don’t care how hot Ivanka is– hot babes and loud dudes does not a government make. We get it, you’re edgy and love the presidency, but their titles don’t make them gods. They don’t just get to do what they want, like displacing families and telling women what they can or can’t do with their bodies– if so then why can’t I tell Trump to ease up on the spray tan? Dorito is just…” Somebody in the crowd screamed as people laughed and clapped, “Dorito is just not a good look.”

Burke couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Some people were seriously into this?

“Like, I’m not just mad that we’re being represented by a goblin with terrible fashion sense.” She paused and people laughed, “Ivanka is just too much, people shouldn’t rule with emotions– we need sense. Like, duh? Is it too much to ask for some sense here? Don’t let everyone starve, when we leave the poor behind we’re leaving our entire workforce for dead! Like are we not teaching people properly? Obviously not if ‘covfefe’ is something that our actual president tweeted. Was he trying to say coffee? What’s up with the whole food thing going on here?” She took a sip from the wine glass in her hand.

“And Endgame? Was absolute trash, ruined the characterization of Thor, killed off Black Widow even though she’s got a movie coming up– and like the outfits? Sucked.” She took an even bigger sip. “Sip on that, folks!”

“Endgame was a masterpiece! What are you talking about? Also can you make a point that actually has some thought to it? We didn’t really come here for your emotional stream of consciousness nonsense.” A woman called from the front row.

Mary just raised an eyebrow in silent judgement and sipped her wine. The nerve of some people.

By Diana Lara and Maria Nguyen Cruz


On Mr. Burke Does Stand Up? Lmao.

This piece is incredibly amusing and full of detail despite its short word length! I found it very interesting how 18th century figures were characterized for a modern American audience. The references will definitely make sense to a younger audience while still holding a lot of important commentary for older audiences. The dry humor coupled with Burke’s seemingly genuine belief in his jokes leaves the audience wondering who is to be believed? Is it Burke and his seemingly pro-Trump conservative rhetoric? Is it the reader’s own beliefs that might clash with Burke’s? This dilemma is one that amply exposes how divided people are about current modern politics while still keeping the subject relatively light. The choice of setting the story in a comedy club is a fantastic choice on the part of the writers because it creates the sort of atmosphere in which people can actively have discourse and more than likely have a willing audience for all speakers. Not only that but it also helps to discuss more underlying issues like the inequality women face when trying to participate in activities that are generally done more by men than women. Mary Wollstonecraft stepping up to disagree with Burke and receiving disapproval from another woman speaks to deeper issues about feminism and its general public perception. Overall, the message seems to be that there are a lot of issues in modern America that need to be hashed out and what better way to do so then through comedy? A medium that allows for audiences to discuss heavy topics without feeling fully weighed down by the magnitude of the issues. They say the first step towards recovery is admitting you have a problem and that understanding comes in part from discussion. America needs to talk it out that’s for sure.

Also let me just say that maybe the writers should’ve warned of the Endgame spoilers but at the same time it’s been more than a week so if you haven’t seen it yet then jokes on you.

~Diana Lara

Should we have written less than a thousand words for a fanfiction? Probably. Initially, we aimed for a two hundred and fifty word collaboration with two submissions. What we got was one long story where we reinterpreted A Vindication On The Rights of Man and Burke’s pamphlet. Initially we were thinking about writing a twitter thread, where four thinkers of that time period were arguing amongst themselves. The idea for a stand up/cafe reading esque scenario was too good to pass up. It was a perfect opportunity to write dialogue, internal thought, and to subtlety insert Diana and myself into our work.

Last class we discussed what it means to be an American, or rather a “true citizen” of a nation. Despite Wollstonecraft and Burke being English citizens, I believe they are exemplary of the kind of reflection we should all be doing. Interacting with politics, whether one is choosing to front an anarchist, centrist, conservative, or revolutionary stance, benefits society greatly. All opinions, all musings on the direction of a country, help to lead it in the right direction.

And yes, there is end game spoilers. Can you really blame us, though? It’s been a week

~Maria Nguyen Cruz


What Are We Harping On About?

Overtime certain items become symbolic of an idea and the Harp is just that. It is tied to the Irish identity and has been for hundreds of years. Considering how the English people have always viewed themselves as a people superior to those that live in the rest of the isles, it makes sense that the Irish identity had to tie itself to some symbol. “Why Sleeps the Harp of Erin’s Pride” by Sydney Owenson paints a very desolate picture that is still verh lyrical and beautiful. The words are crafted very movingly so the reader is more than aware that the speaker has a way with words. Harpists were known for their talents and praised for it because it was such an intricate art. The idea that the Irish could pull off such beautiful music went against what the Englush would consider to be right. This poem channels that same talented energy that was questioned. It not only channels it but also gives the reader almost the other side of the coin which is an almost but not quite sadness that stems from a lack of recognition. Owenson exposes this underlying sadness in the following lines:

“And yet its sadness seemed to borrow

From love, joy, a mystic spell;

T’was doubtful still if bliss or sorrow

From its melting lapses fell.” (Owenson 3)

The idea that sadness “[seems] to borrow from love” suggests that perhaps sadness and love are more interconnected than one would ordinarily believe. Love is generally seen as a positive emotion so seeing this obvious attempt to tie it to sadness is interesting. It implies that perhaps love isn’t as positive as people would be led to believe or perhaps that sadness isn’t as negative as people generslly assume that it is.

So the relationship between the Irish and the harp is obvious. Beyond that it makes sense because it’s a great way of tying together how the Irish feel as a people and exposing it through beautiful music.

By Diana Lara

Santa Clarita, 2019

Washington, Jefferson, Adams, Hamilton
If you were here you’d be upset about our country’s condition.
It’s in the streets, our books, you could see the flags raised high in the air
Signs of a divide that when you lived, was not there.

Elephants parade through the street
stubborn and trampling everyone they meet
And the dodo they put in power only knows how to “tweet”
Though their donkey competitors also don’t keep their hooves clean
They bray progressive niceties as they struggle to be seen

As anything other than emotional manipulators
People who would only speak vain truths to get power later
Don’t either animals know that they disappoint this country’s tamers?

By Diana Lara

Peak Emo Hours: The Dungeon Near Buttermere Lake

The Dungeon illustrates how people who are cast into imprisonment are subject to losing themselves in the despair of the whole situation. For a poem that is so ominously titled however it speaks to hope and some sort of salvation from the ever looming darkness that one would find within a dungeon. This hopeful salvation comes from looking beyond the confinements of the dungeon and looking towards the outside world with the hope for something brighter and beautiful that lies just beyond reach. That outside world will be what the anguished prisoner will need so that “his angry spirit [be] healed and harmonized by the benignant touch of love and beauty” (Wordsworth lines 29-30) and be restored to who he used to be.

The use of the word “beauty” in this context is debateable because if one were to use it a larger sense and replaced “beauty” with “Nature” then the lines become clearer. They paint a far more clear picture of the romanticism people were capitalizing on and let the reader know that ultimately what will save you from the darkness is this beautiful force of Nature. A Nature that is beautiful and loving and gives off feminine energy in waves. It is a powerful force that one can only begin to understand but that is certainly the kind of force someone needs to truly make an attempt to escape the darkness of a dungeon.

The last image is the one I chose to analyze in conjunction with The Dungeon because it simultaneously shows the darkness and the brightness that exists in the poem. Looking at the image one views a brilliant shining city in the distance and sees two figures making the arduous journey towards it. Similarly to the prisoner in the poem who needs to move towards to light in order to be healed of his anguish. Not only that but the city in the distance is also beautiful and clearly out of reach once more. So perhaps healing is entirely possible but it will come with time and patience. The healing is something along the lines of “thou pourest on him thy soft influences, thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets.” That shining city seems like the kind of place where there is warmth and sweetness abound that a cold prisoner might truly benefit from. It also seems like a city that is representative of Nature, of love, of beauty. Something otherworldly that has the potential to save our lonely cold prisoner.

By Diana Lara.



Metal/Rock Bands: Our Current Day Romantics

Music is a way of bringing stories back to life and breathing new life into them. Rock and heavy metal music works especially well as a medium for this type of revival because of how diverse the sounds can be within the discography of one band. Iron Maiden’s take on “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” is a great example of bringing to life a poem with the diverse range of sound that only a metal band could bring. The way that the poem begins is very attention grabbing and each stanza contains at least one set of rhyming lines. Those rhymes help establish the pattern and general rhythm for the rest of the poem. Iron Maiden manages to capture that element and rework it into the instrumental that they play beneath the lyrics. The beat is a constant repetition in the background that helps ground the listener in the rhythm of the lyrics.

The different instruments combined together manage to create not only a hard fast-paced beat at the beginning of the song but as it goes on they also manage to create a smooth ballad towards the middle. This ability to turn the tide of the song helps the audience visualize first the wedding and then the actual story being told within the story of the Mariner. Then as we approach the end of the song it picks up the pace once more as if to remind the listener that we aren’t actually experiencing everything in real time with the Mariner, but instead at the wedding listening to a tale.

The poem itself does this back and forth but it is far more subtle than its song counterpart because the story transitions easily as the poem itself is divided into 7 different parts. The reader sees the divides and is aware of the difference in story if they are reading carefully. The song clearly breaks apart the different elements of the story. The reader hears the sounds and knows they’re at the wedding, they’re on the sea, etc.

The music brings an element of drama to the poem that didn’t exist before. It makes easier for the listener to understand the poem and to get lost in the story. This song works similarly like the soundtrack of a movie or a television show in the sense that the instrumentals themselves are able to help the listener distinguish which part of the story they are currently at.

Who knew the Romantics and their larger than life poetry continues to exist in our rock and metal bands today?

By Diana Lara

Lucifer’s Myth: Is It What He Deserves?

Olaudah Equiano begins his narrative by letting his audience know that he is no one special and that his story isn’t especially praiseworthy. Instead he wants his audience to focus on the story itself and not himself. He isn’t worthy of becoming a literary classic. In other words he doesn’t consider himself to be myth worthy or that’s what he would have his reader believe to be true. However, there is a tendency towards rooting on the underdog in mythology and the same can be said of Equiano himself. He paints himself as an ordinary figure and in doing so becomes someone you almost want to root for because he doesn’t have it all figured out.

In other words Equiano not only wants to make sure his audience is listening to him and seeing him as someone on their level but also as someone who on the surface doesn’t deserve to be immortalized. Beneath the surface though he wants to be immortalized and one of the best ways to do so is to create comparisons with other mythical figures. One prime example of that can be seen in the Paradise Lost quote that describes shots being fired at him:

“Three shots were also fired at me and another boy who was along with me, one of them in particular seemed

Wing’d with red lightning and impetuous rage;

for with a most dreadful sound it hissed close by me, and struck a rock at a little distance, which it shattered to pieces.” (Pg.84)

Reading the quote within the context of Equiano’s narrative seems a little out of place without previous knowledge of Paradise Lost. For a lot of Equiano’s readers however Paradise Lost would be a work they were well acquainted with and could recognize easily. This means then that they would recognize this quote is from the part in the poem where we find the description of Lucifer’s fall from heaven and his subsequent punishment for rebelling against God.

The obvious move would have been to create a parallel between himself and God to further establish himself in the eyes of the English but instead he does the opposite. He creates a parallel between himself and Lucifer. Why would he align himself with the enemy? Perhaps because all things considered Lucifer is actually rather representative of the underdog that you feel compelled to root for. You know the system Lucifer is rising up against and know that the odds are stacked against him but he’s very seductive and persuasive. You want to give him a chance to succeed. Very similarly Equiano’s narrative, style, and overall image is surprisingly compelling for someone who you expect nothing from. Especially when you know that the system of slavery perpetuated by the English is slowly but surely becoming a strong force to be reckoned with.

The shots being “wing’d with red lightning and impetuous rage” suggests that Equiano’s bid for freedom, by supposedly advocating for abolition, must be punished by the English in the same way Lucifer had to be punished by God for his rebellion. This is the expected response and yet secretly the reader wants to see Equiano succeed in his pursuit for abolition because he seems like the sort of person who maybe deserves it in the end.

By rooting for Equiano and believing in his message we allow him to become a myth despite his insistence in the contrary. (In reality as an audience we have played into Equiano’s trap and immortalized his work by making him seem ordinary and yet worthy of extraordinary praise.) We have made him a myth but is that what he really deserves?

By Diana Lara

“Don’t Make An Ass of Yourself” -One of Pope’s Haters Probably


“Beneath her foot-stool, Science groans in Chains,
And Wit dreads Exile, Penalties and Pains.
There foam’d rebellious Logic, gagg’d and bound,
There, stript, fair Rhet’ric languish’d on the ground.”

Alexander Pope wrote satirical pieces on the Enlightenment and some of its key figures because this was a period in which people disguised their hatred and dislike of other religions, peoples, and practices as science and logic. Being able to see that and criticize that hypocrisy made Pope the perfect target for images like the one above.

Especially when Pope writes pieces like the one quoted above that paint an image of the Enlightenment as some sort of wild animal that has been chained up and held prisoner. If logic isn’t something positive and instead is “rebellious” then the Enlightenment is not actually about growth and a new line of thinking but instead just a facsimile for bigotry and similar sentiments. Science is also not about progress as it “groans in chains” because just like logic it is something that needs to be kept bound. It implies that if it wasn’t something would be horribly wrong. So the Enlightenment and its ideas frauds.

The sentiment that not everything is what it seems and that some things are in fact fraudulent seems to be echoed in the image above meant to mock Pope. The image makes it clear that what Pope writes and believes in is a mockery of something real and legitimate because his very works are being held by the donkey. As if to say “what you have to say Alexander Pope is that you’re an ass” and this makes him the fraud that he has accused others of being and in doing so not only damages his credibility as a critic but also as a person because he’s been made a subject for endless ridicule.

By Diana Lara


Perfection? I Think Not

Swift is masterful in his method of satirizing different literary conventions because without paying close attention to what he is doing you are likely to miss what is actually happening. Throughout Gulliver’s Travels he is constantly challenging the conventional travel narrative, captivity narrative and Utopian fiction.  His use of absurd descriptions is very good at distracting the reader while simultaneously enabling him to prove his point about those ridiculous conventions.

In Part 1, “A Voyage to Lilliput.” there is a passage that describes how he is transported and the efforts it takes to move him from where he is found to where he needs to go. This whole passage calls into question conventions of Utopian fiction and the captivity narrative all at once:

“These People are most excellent Mathematicians, and arrived to a great Perfection in Mechanics by countenance and encouragement from the Emperor, who is a renowned Patron of Learning. This Prince hath several Machines fixed on Wheels for the Carriage of Trees and other great Weights. He often builds his largest Men of War, whereof some are nine foot long, in the Woods where the Timber grows, and has them carried on these Engines three or four hundred Yards to the Sea. Five Hundred Carpenters and Engineers were immediately set at work to prepare the greatest Engine they had…But the principal Difficulty was to raise and place me in this Vehicle. Eighty poles, each one of one Foot high, were erected for this purpose, and very strong Cords of the bigness of Packthread were fastened by Hooks to many bandages, which the Workmen had girt around my Neck, my Hands, my Body, and my Legs. Nine Hundred of the strongest Men were employed to draw up there cordsby many pulleys fastened on the Poles, and thus in less than three Hours, I was raised and slung onto the Engine, and there tied fast. All this I was told, for while the whole Operation was performing, I lay in a profound sleep, by the force of that soporiferous Medicine infused in my Liquor. Fifteen Hundred of the Emperor’s largest Horses, each about four inches and a half high, were employed to draw me towards the Metropolis, which, as I said, was half a mile distant.” (Swift 28)

For a Utopian society that has experts mathematicians and engineers who are patronized by the monarchy itself, there seems to be a lot of struggle with getting Gulliver to move just a half mile. Of course there is a very big size difference but despite that there is almost an expectation that these people would be far more advanced than they actually because they spend their time honing their crafts. This speaks to Bacon’s ideas of Utopian societies that focus on science and math as a way of perfecting humanity. Instead these mathematicians and engineers can only come up with the solution to drug Gulliver and drag him half a mile on a rather basic pulley system. Certainly if that’s the best they can do then they are no real threat to the English that will follow in Gulliver’s footsteps after reading his narrative.

As for the captivity narrative, hardly at any point does Gulliver feel like he is actually being held hostage. It always seems as if he is humoring the Lilliputians with everything they do to him. Sure, they drug him to take him away to their Metropolis but if he had truly been opposed he could have easily gotten away from them without having to try too hard. He simply could’ve walked away and the fact he chooses not to is at odds with the idea of the captivity narrative itself which is to be held hostage by native peoples and forced to endure hardships at their hands. Mary Rowlandson’s narrative doesn’t suggest she could’ve easily just upped and walked away at any given point. She makes it a point in her writing to actually make it seem like she not easily go anywhere but Swift destroys that essential part of the captivity narrative with this passage because Gulliver could have easily freed himself at any time but doesn’t. If anything he allows himself to be drugged and taken to the Metropolis.

There is a lack of concern on Gulliver’s part as he recounts this part of the tale that suggests he was never bothered by any of these events. There is no tension and obviously clear hate for the natives in this passage unlike those of Rowlandson. He calmly is willing to describe the situation. Furthermore, there seems to also be missing a sense of true awe on Gulliver’s part that they had to go to all these lengths to get him where they needed him to be. Instead there is almost a nonchalance to the description that practically screams “well it just happened to be that way” because he is never angered by any of it and if anything is amused by the efforts of the Lilliputians.

By Diana Lara





Tumblr: Where Real Talk Gets Posted


Call Out Post: Religion Doesn’t Equal Racism

So recently I came across a post by @Rowlandson_Girl_ and I have to say that I had to write this post to talk about it. We as a tumblr community are very susceptible to misinformation especially when it regards other people. Given how we want to be an inclusive space for POCs, people of color for those who don’t know the term, we actually really need to talk about her post on captivity. Her post portrays Native Americans in a really negative light that also seems to justify her racist perspective because we need to be clear that her story is racist. We can’t mince words because that is the truth. Now something that I really want to touch upon is her use of her faith because I too am religious but I really can’t come to terms with using religion as justification for racism. I’m about to get a little preachy, so please bear with me, but looking back on history we need to understand that Jesus himself was a POC. A quote from a English Lit class reading that sticks with me is this: “Now, if the Lord Jesus Christ, who is counted by all to be a Jew–and it is well known that the Jews are a colored people, especially those living in the East, where Christ was born–and if he should appear among us, would he not be shut out of doors by many, very quickly? And by those too who profess religion?” because it is incredibly honest. It’s from William Apess’s An Indian’s Looking-Glass For The White Man and it drives home the point I’m trying to make which is that religion cannot serve as a justification for racism. It goes against some of the very principles that you are meant to uphold and believe in as someone practicing Christianity. A core principle of Christianity is that anyone can be saved if they are willing to repent and ask for forgiveness. There’s no special requirement that you have to be white or colored in order to obtain forgiveness. So what @Rowlandson_Girl_ is saying is totally at odds with this core principle. She paints Native Americans as barbarians and making the jump from there to the idea that they are undeserving of practicing Christianity is not hard to make if you believe in that rhetoric.

So for anyone who read her post and immediately sympathized with her story I would like you to consider this perspective. Feel free to come at me with your opinions in a reblog or a comment, and I will respond because I feel like this is a frank discussion that needs to be had here, if it can’t be had on a national scale. There is always going to be a divide between POCs and non-POCs if we never have a discussion to try and come up with actual efforts to combat the imbalance and injustice people of color have had to and continue to deal with on a regular basis.


By Diana Lara

Taking Language: Its Complicated

The exchange between Rowlandson and the native Algonquians does complicate the history of intolerance against indigenous people during the English colonization of eastern North America. Looking at the way Rowlandson uses certain words from the Algonquian language it definitely suggests that there is more to the dynamic between Rowlandson and the natives. The cross-linguistic aspect of Rowlandson’s writing is surprising because it is at odds with the blatant racism in her writing. To accept Algonquian culture through its language makes me think that perhaps Rowlandson knew deep down that there were fewer differences than others would have her believe.

Not only does she adopt certain words that are related to family but the aspects of her story that relate to family are not as explicit as they could be. So perhaps in adopting some of the language it becomes inevitable that she would adopt some of the culture. This certainly complicates the history between the two groups because it suggests that despite all the tragedies there were situations in which people were not completely against each other.

By Diana Lara