Text analysis: "Letter from a Birmingham Jail (King, Jr.)" page 2

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     Approximately 50 years ago, Marthin Luther King Jr. wrote a letter. A letter mentioning the atrocities of racism, describing his endless battles against it. If we consider that those times were really hard ones to black people (to exemplify: black and white people couldn't even eat together), then King's letter would be a totally fair and just critic to society. If we take a look at page number 2 of the letter, we will find the reasons of why and how King's method complaining works, described as direct actions. Direct actions are established on the letter as a better method than negociations, because it causes more "tension" on society; but a peaceful one, and so is the pressure that community feels that it is forced answer fast. Before this, King writes an example of this: he had negotiated with the Birmingham's Economic Community, and some merchants promised certain things. Things like, for example, removing racist signs from stores. Unfortunately, after a short period of time sings returned to stores. Passed this event, King Jr. mention one of the influences of this difficulties: The mayor elections and it's candidate: Eugene Bull Connor. They were the reason of much delayment, postponing and postponing their actions; leaving clear that when someone tells you to wait for something, it's synonym of never. According to this conclussion, King then took the initiative of going to direct actions instead of negotiations for more efectiviness in the process. After this, King will only analyse and pray to the other mayor candidate, Albert Boutwell, to be more comprehensive to their wishes; inclusive the fact of being segregationist like Connor.

                             According to this in the context, King wanted to prove only one thing: black and white people are equal; thing that the society in which he was living ignored. Based on this idea he said, precisely on page 2 of the document, that direct actions dominate over negotiations; and that waiting was the same word (in those years) that never.

Short Story: "Never defeated"

I woke up that morning at 6 AM. ¿Why so early?, I honestly don't know, maybe the nerves consumed me. I felt sick, so I went to the bathroom and then vomited the toilet. After that, I went to the kitchen for some medication to sleep calmed. The time passed flying, and the bus was already outside my house. "¿Hurry up, we're late!" shouted coach McArthur, that was driving. I quickly grabbed my bag and ran to the bus. On the way, the team was so nervous that noboby said a word on the whole way to the stadium. When we left the bus, the coach guided us to the changing room, quickly as possible. Whe were all changed, the coach asked us to make a circle and listen to him. "Listen, I'm gonna be honest: this will be probably the toughest game that you will play as a team, ever. You have been training hard too, and travelled 300 miles to play this games, so lets prove that WE HAVE NEVER BEEN DEFEATED as a professional team! I want all of you with you head and your muscles in the game, no passed tackles, YOU WILL BE CRUEL, the other team will have nightmares with us, and they will fear us even when saying our names. SO LETS PROVE WHAT WE ARE MADE OF, LET´S GO TO VICTORY!" The moment arrived, and the corridor to the stadium was shining, I could hear the people's sreaming and singing our national hymn. I lost my nerevs, and felt happy. We entered the field...