November 2009
November 16th, 2009
Written by Jennie S. Bev in Feature Stories with 0 Comments
In today’s mainstream society, Americans illustrate a greater acceptance of Asian influences, values, and culture. Asian pop culture is thriving. From suburban noodle houses to Zen-style spas, Ayurvedic restaurants, Shiatsu massage, kanji tattoos, Yugi-Oh, Ichiro Suzuki baseball cards, Thai diners and anime and manga comics to … the list goes on.Asian cultural influences seem more naturally...
November 16th, 2009
Written by Lillian A. Jackson in Our Daily Walk with 0 Comments
What can be said of race relations among Americans in the new millennium? It is 144 years since the emancipation of the slaves, 55 years since Brown v. The Board of Education, and 45 years since the enactment of the Civil Rights Act of 1964. Today a black man is the president of the United States. Nevertheless, how far have we really come and how far do we have to go? RiseUp set out to learn how...
November 13th, 2009
Written by Randi McCreary in The Welcoming Table with 0 Comments
My grandfather passed away when I was nine years old. Though certain memories of him run the risk of losing clarity, others are snapshots in the back of my mind. I can see him eating handfuls of peanuts while he watching football games with my father. I can recall his white cotton shirts and the softness of his skin. I remember the stories he told me while I sat on his lap as a young girl. I can...
November 13th, 2009
Written by Ann Tierney Prochnow in Setting It Straight with 0 Comments
Italians represented the largest single group of immigrants in America at the beginning of the 20th century, with more than four million coming to this country between 1880 and 1920. The majority of Italians came from southern Italy to escape the poverty, disease, and famine that had consumed the region. Dark-haired, dark-eyed and olive-skinned, these southern Italians tested America’s developing...
November 13th, 2009
Written by Jake Singleton in Our Daily Walk with 0 Comments
I recently took my cousin to catch a midnight bus back to Florida. The bus station wasn’t in the best part of town. It was secluded, and in a crime-ridden area.
I dropped him off at 11:30 p.m. and headed home. However, the road construction, closed ramps and bridges, and my unfamiliarity with the streets caused me to get lost. I wasn’t too worried, though. I knew the city skyline well enough to...