Ellis Island Narrative

The event that I have chosen is the Freedom Rides, which started May 4, 1961 and ended December 10, 1961. The Freedom Rides were inspired by the Greensboro Sit-ins, and started with 13 African American and Caucasian protestors riding buses into the segregated south to challenge the lack of enforcement to the Supreme Court ruling that segregated buses were unconstitutional. While the activists were peaceful the local law enforcement and people against their message were not. The activists were beaten at several stops along their journey from Anniston to Birmingham with chains, bricks, and bats by Ku Klux Klan (KKK) members in Alabama, and activists that were injured would be refused hospital treatment. Bull Connor, Commissioner of Public Safety

Encountering Ellis Island by Ronald H. Baylor explores the experiences of hundreds of Europeans who flocked to the United States in the second half of the 19th century and into the 20th century. Ronald Baylor leaves no stone unturned as he tells of the difficulties immigrants faced as they tried to enter America. He examines not only Ellis Island, but makes many comparisons to Angel Island as well. His book is told in chronological sections, and his presentation is matter-of-fact. The main themes Baylor discusses include, the controversy surrounding immigration, Ellis Island vs Angel Island, and immigrants personal experience.

Then, seasickness settled in. Many on board were seriously ill, including me. Fatigue and nausea consumed my body, and the days in the dark, cramped ship dragged on. I refused to eat the cold, hard food provided for the passengers. My seasickness slowly got better until I was fully recovered by the time the last, gloomy week of the voyage came.

Overall she was known around the world for her bravery and accomplishments that still to this day are extremely important and

Ellis Island is an island that immigrants passed through to immigrate to America. It is mostly known for immigration. Ellis island has has many years of history. A few immigrants who passed through Ellis island are important people.

She had very good skills that our expedition needed to complete the expedition. She was able to interpret the Indian languages of Hidatsa and Shoshone. She was the reason we had horse to journey across the mountains through the winter months. She was a very big success to our

She led hundreds of enslaved people to freedom along the route of the Underground Railroad. The Underground railroad is huge it passed through 14 Northern States and into Canada. Quakers in the North, who believed slavery was wrong helped escaping slaves to freedom.

Description: “The First Fire,” a mythological story of how fire came to exist on earth, has been told by Cherokees tribes for many years. According to the myth, the world first began as a cold place inhabited by countless creatures. There were many animals at that point that existed, but the problem was they needed something to keep them warm from the cold. This Cherokee myth states the Thunders who lived beyond the sky sent lightening to strike a hollow sycamore tree on an island. The animals that lived on earth saw the smoke coming from the island and all of them immediately decided they needed to go get some fire and bring it back so that they could stay warm.

Immigration is one of the best and worst things to happen in America. During the time when immigration was at its peak, Ellis Island was the place that most immigrants went to. They also had to deal with starting a whole different life in a new country. With having to deal with traveling overseas, having to start a brand new tough life, dealing with the overpopulation at Ellis Island. They also had to deal with the grueling work and hours in the factories which most worked at.

One day when I woke up I was getting ready to go to America. I was leaving with my Dad, Mom, Sister, and my Brother. My family and I are leaving leaving from Germany and going to America. We are going to bring clothes such as shirts, pants, underwear, socks, shoes, and hats. We will also bring soap, food, and other stuff like that to survive in America.

Her best contribution was when we met with that Shoshone Indians she interpreted for Lewis and Clark, and it ended in us getting the horses and overcoming the impossible by getting over the Rocky Mountains. On this trip we were supposed to fulfill 3 goals on this journey. The first one was we were supposed to find a Northwest Passage and we didn’t. Second we were supposed to get on good terms with Native American tribes, and we only got on good terms with a few.

She showed all African American women and men that they can achieve the impossible and have an intelligent mind like everyone else. Even African American poets from today like Alice Walker found her as an inspiration. In one of her poems about being brought to america, she perfectly summarizes what the struggle was being a slave that is equal to everyone

I navigated myself by using the North Star, moss on trees, and birds heading after the winter. I ate whatever I could find, sought shelter, and drank river water, although it’s not the cleanest. I felt free, even though I hadn’t made it to

I noticed everything; every little branch on the trees, every twig in the snow, the way the snow fell, the little gaps in between the trees. The snow fell delicately and vanished in the sea of snowflakes. The evergreen trees oscillate in the wind, revealing new chambers to slip through. My mind sees everything, it's almost as if I am a camera on autofocus. The wind picks up again and I have to momentarily pause to regain my balance.

The cool, upland air, flooding through the everlasting branches of the lively tree, as it casts a vague shadow onto the grasses ' fine green. Fresh sunlight penetrates through the branches of the tree, illuminating perfect spheres of water upon its green wands. My numb and almost transparent feet are blanketed by the sweetness of the scene, as the sunlight paints my lips red, my hair ebony, and my eyes honey-like. The noon sunlight acts as a HD camera, telling no lies, in the world in which shadows of truth are the harshest, revealing every flaw in the sight, like a toddler carrying his very first camera, taking pictures of whatever he sees. My head looks down at the sight of my cold and lifeless feet, before making its way up to the reaching arms of an infatuating tree, glowing brightly virescent at the edges of the trunk, inviting a soothing, tingling sensation to my soul.