Manic Street Preachers

development where I grew up was quite new and the composition was flat. The same plastic siding houses filled the streets. Trees, shrubs and perennials were immature and skimpy although as a child I didn’t know the difference and loved all the flowers and leaves just the same. It was a neighborhood of only family dwellings, no small businesses intertwined in it. Our backyards were so large so the street was not so much used for play, just mainly auto traffic and bikes. Some people would have…

in that is, no matter where you are no place is safe. The poem Ballad of Birmingham is about a young child that lives in Birmingham, Alabama. The small girl asks her mother, “Mother dear, may I go downtown instead of out to play and march the streets of Birmingham in a Freedom March today”. The girl asks to go march for freedom; given that the…

a sense of peacefulness. But not on this night. The lights gleamed with a tinge of red, the cobblestone streets which I've walked down since I was just a child had a cold and unwelcoming look to them. Tonight is different. Everything is different. Like a dark, suffocating cloak had been draped over the town. What is happening here? And why the fuck did I come back? As I walked down the street I counted each and every stone, just as I used to, observing the renovated but still oddly familiar…

just there and think they are a criminal due to them being paranoid about what happens in the streets. A man Name Staples in “Black Men in Public Spaces” is a perfect example of being treated as a felon. Staples was a man who graduated from University of Chicago. He walked during the night and felt different just because a woman saw him and walked as fast as she can because she was paranoid. Also in the streets of Brooklyn, he sees women who strapped up their purses and forge ahead. But he…

1. I believe his competitiveness, his ability to converse easily with people, and knowing how to market his products to people were the important keys to Walton’s success. My definition of ‘rich’ is similar to Walton’s; I value the essentials in life like food, a roof over my head, and a decent education. If I can provide those to my children, then I will have succeeded in life; my life does not, and will never, revolve around money. That value is not something that I feel the greater portion of…

“Well, I hit on Andover as the first town because it seemed like a quiet and likely spot where an old, frail little lady who owned a shop would be killed. I found Mrs. Ascher when I was in that town for personal business about a few months ago, and I had noticed that she was often in her little shop alone. For letter B, I had to use slightly different tactics. By now, lonely women in shops would have been warned about a killer on the loose, so I had to change the characteristics of my next…

In some poor countries, many children would steal food from stores. The people in those poor countries do not think that stealing food is a bad thing for a child when they are growing up in this situation, because they just want to get some food to survive. They may not think that stealing food is bad to the owner of the stores because they only want food but nothing valuable. Sometimes, people’s lives are messy because it is too difficult for people to distinguish whether things are right or…

Then, all of a sudden, I heard the roar of a car engine. A car was racing down a nearby street and then the screech car tires echoed throughout the town. “That was close, probably on the main street parallel to me”, I thought. The squeal of sliding tires kept on going and going, for what seemed like a lifetime. Then, I heard the car crash and followed by only the eerie sound of crickets in the night. Still in work mode from a long day on the job, I decided to go check it out. Driving to the…

“home” was for my siblings and me an abuse-laden place where torture and rape were commonplace. The cruelty was rampant for my immediate family, their friends, and my aunts, uncles and grandparents. The safest place for me was out on the streets. As I wandered the streets, I met many kind and helpful people. However, some of the strangers did not have benevolent hearts and I was kidnapped twice. During my childhood and early adulthood my physical body was repeatedly beaten and broken down; but I…

Driving through Austin, it is almost commonplace to see people standing on the side of the street requesting food and items to get them through their day. These are the people we see with dirty clothes, a backpack, and cardboard signs requesting help. It is rather depressing to see so many desperate people wandering our city without places to call home. I thought I knew how hard their lives were. However, I had never had a conversation with them. Nor did I truly know what went on in their daily…