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What impact does a label have on a mind and soul? Do names carry purpose and the lifestyle you’re ordained to live? There is more to an individual than the couple of letters you refer to them by. The idea of naming deprives those who are being named. In some cases it leads them to ambiguity and to a room with no door and four walls.
“Dad check out this lure!” I shouted as I ran towards a big, glittery spoon in the isle of Gander Mountain. The large golden spoon sat on the shelf waiting for a kid like me to come along and fall in love with it. This particular spoon was meant for pike fishing, a bait that twirled around in the water, flashing and catching the attention of a pike.
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Names/Nombres written by Julia Alvarez is a short story regarding a little girl, Hooleetah, moving with her family from the Dominican Republic to New York City in the 1960s. It is extremely clear within the beginning of the story that the girl absolutely despises it when people pronounce her, or her family's’ names wrong, this is proven when she corrects the customs officer under her breath when he mispronounces her family’s last name. “At Immigration, the officer asked my father, Mister Elbures, if he had anything to declare... but I said our name to myself, opening my mouth wide for the organ blast of trilling my tongue for the drumroll of the r, All-vab- rrr-es (Alvarez 1). As the story continues each member of her family is assigned with many different American names, as people found it hard to pronounce their actual names.
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As a Latina, I have suffered through the awkward moments of having to correct documents or individuals when I see the surname "Hernandez" next to my first name. Oftentimes, even when reading out my last name from the attendance sheet, where it’s clearly spelled out, I still get the occasional Crystal Hernandez. It’s not Hernandez; it’s Henriquez. It’s always been that way. I understand the similarities, but it isn't a coincidence that you think my last name is Hernandez because being Latino means being categorized in a way that makes you unrecognizable from the next person.
Your name is who you are; it’s the essence of your being. You and your name will go through thick and thin, young and old, and life and death together. You two are forever inseparable, like brother and sister, white on rice, or a fat boy and triple chocolate cake. My name happens to be Mykel. To many people I encounter in life, phonetically pronounce my name as “Michael,” “Mukal,” or even “Mah-Kawyll” by my Southern eleventh grade AP English teacher, Ms. Clawson, who always butchered my name with different pronunciations for the first two months of the quarter, and somehow managed to make it sound similar to an imitation crow call by an amateur bird caller.
For example, "we are not moving nearly fast enough to reduce incarceration. Over 2 million Americans live caged behind bars, a 550 percent increase in the last 40 years." Thus, this shows that due to us still following the old system to many people are in jail for crimes that don’t deserve that crime. Another example is shown in article 2, line 2 "One in 35 American adults is under
