Omar, you really seemed like you got alot out of this project. I would have liked some more development of many of your posts, but your genres were really strong and the concept behind all of genre choices.
I appreciated your honesty and would love for you to really proofread your work.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Sources
http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/50s/home.html Writing's from the 1950's
The Crucible- Arthur Miller
http://www.pbs.org/wnet/americanmasters/episodes/arthur-miller/mccarthyism/484/ Arthur Miller himself talking about McCarthyism
http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/USAmccarthyism.htm More about McCarthyism
http://www.law.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/salem/salem.htm Information about the Salem Witch Trials
The Crucible- Arthur Miller
http://www.pbs.org/wnet/americanmasters/episodes/arthur-miller/mccarthyism/484/ Arthur Miller himself talking about McCarthyism
http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/USAmccarthyism.htm More about McCarthyism
http://www.law.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/salem/salem.htm Information about the Salem Witch Trials
Reflection
At the start of the project i was lost. I mean beyond lost. The subject that i wanted to was to confusing. Well not confusing but the way i wanted to use was confusing. At the end i decided to do a comparison blog about The Crucible and McCarthyism. The idea relay didn't interest me, I'm sure there are many blogs with the same subject. But when i got deeper into the two major topics it started to drag me in. The poetry that was done about the two subject comparing them really got me, the books published about the topics individually, and the class of people that where involved and how they had something in common. All the themes that i did just compared and contrasted the two major topics. The people that where involved, who where affected, in what way, and what the people did to kind of stop the ideas of communism and witchcraft. The genres that i picked really appealed to me because one i haven't done them in the past and two they really interested me and i think the information that i gathered really combines well with the genres. Their is one thing that bothers me. I information really didn't help me. It was a repetition of the same thing just in different book's or websites. I think that i repeat myself a lot in the blog. But that might only be me. I had some fun doing it, it was my first blog done.
Procces Statement
1. Selecting a topic that interested me and was not going to be boring to the people.
2. Looking up information about my subject which was the comparison of the Crucible by Arthur Miller and McCarthyism.
3. After gathering the information that i needed, trying to pick genres that could show my work effectively.
4. Getting more information due to the fact that the only comparison was that they effected people that where involved in the matter.
5. Looking at other people's blog to see what they have done, how they used their information to make it stand out with the genre they combined it with.
6. Combining the genre's with the information. Trying to make it stand out and not make it look like the same info was repeated 100 times.
7. Read over. Making sure there are no typos and to see how i can make the blog posts more interesting the reader.
2. Looking up information about my subject which was the comparison of the Crucible by Arthur Miller and McCarthyism.
3. After gathering the information that i needed, trying to pick genres that could show my work effectively.
4. Getting more information due to the fact that the only comparison was that they effected people that where involved in the matter.
5. Looking at other people's blog to see what they have done, how they used their information to make it stand out with the genre they combined it with.
6. Combining the genre's with the information. Trying to make it stand out and not make it look like the same info was repeated 100 times.
7. Read over. Making sure there are no typos and to see how i can make the blog posts more interesting the reader.
Cartoon analysis
(Picture by the Catechetical Guild Educational Society of St. Paul, Minnesota in 1947).
The picture displays people going against each other. Policemen grabbing people that are innocent to a crime they haven't committed. How America is under communism. Because of the believe that communism is in America people in the United States will go against each other every day until American notice's the mistake they have done and stop when many liefs have been taken away or hearten because of this.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Comparison: Blacklisted vs accused or hung
People Black listed during the McCarthy years.
Luther Adler, Stella Adler, Joseph Losey, Leonard Bernstein, Albert Maltz, Alvah Bessie, William Mandel, Herbert Biberman, Harvey Matusow, David Bohm, Arthur Miller, Bertolt Brecht, Karen Morley, Joseph Bromberg, Zero Mostel, Angus Cameron, Samuel Ornitz, Alan Campbell, Robert Oppenheimer, Charlie Chaplin, Dorothy Parker, Lester Cole, Abraham Polonsky, Aaron Copland, John Randolph, Jeff Corey, Anne Revere, Howard Da, Silvia Marguerite, Roberts Hans ,Eisler Paul, Robeson Howard, Fast Edwin, Rolfe Carl, Foreman John, Sanford John, Garfield Adrian, Scott Will, Geer Pete, Seeger Lloyd, Gough George, Seldes Paul, Green Agnes, Smedley Dashiell, Hammett Gale, Sondergaard Yip, Harburg David, Ogden Stewart, Lillian Hellman, Studs Terkel, Marsha Hunt, Dalton Trumbo, Paul Jarrico, Louis Untermeyer, Sidney Kingsley, Orson Welles, Ring Lardner, Jr. Michael Wilson, John Howard, Lawson Richard Wright.
People accused, affected, or hung during the Salem witch trials.
Alice BoothElizabeth Booth Sarah Bridges William Brage Mary Brown Sarah Churchill Johanna Dod John Doritch Mary Fitch Rose Foster Goodhall Probably Benjamin Goodwin John Goodwin, Jr. Martha Goodwin Mercy Goodwin Mary HerrickMary Hill Elizabeth Hubbard John Indian Elizabeth Knapp Mary Lacey, Jr. Mercy Lewis Mary Marshall Abigail MartinElizabeth Parris Hanna Perley Sarah Phelps Bethshaa Pope Ann Putnam, Jr. Ann Putnam, Sr. Margaret Rule Susannah Sheldon Mercy Short Martha SpragueTituba Rebecca TownePeter Tuft's Sarah Vibber Mary Walcott Mary Warren Elizabeth Weston Rebecca Wilkins Abigail Williams.
The list on top demonstrates the writers and entertainers that where blacklisted. Because they where thought to be communists, many of them where left without jobs. The lower list demonstrates the people that where either killed believed to be witches or some what tied up in witchcraft. As one can see the 2 lists have a large number of names. And the list is even larger for those people that where tied close together with the accused or executed.
Luther Adler, Stella Adler, Joseph Losey, Leonard Bernstein, Albert Maltz, Alvah Bessie, William Mandel, Herbert Biberman, Harvey Matusow, David Bohm, Arthur Miller, Bertolt Brecht, Karen Morley, Joseph Bromberg, Zero Mostel, Angus Cameron, Samuel Ornitz, Alan Campbell, Robert Oppenheimer, Charlie Chaplin, Dorothy Parker, Lester Cole, Abraham Polonsky, Aaron Copland, John Randolph, Jeff Corey, Anne Revere, Howard Da, Silvia Marguerite, Roberts Hans ,Eisler Paul, Robeson Howard, Fast Edwin, Rolfe Carl, Foreman John, Sanford John, Garfield Adrian, Scott Will, Geer Pete, Seeger Lloyd, Gough George, Seldes Paul, Green Agnes, Smedley Dashiell, Hammett Gale, Sondergaard Yip, Harburg David, Ogden Stewart, Lillian Hellman, Studs Terkel, Marsha Hunt, Dalton Trumbo, Paul Jarrico, Louis Untermeyer, Sidney Kingsley, Orson Welles, Ring Lardner, Jr. Michael Wilson, John Howard, Lawson Richard Wright.
People accused, affected, or hung during the Salem witch trials.
Alice BoothElizabeth Booth Sarah Bridges William Brage Mary Brown Sarah Churchill Johanna Dod John Doritch Mary Fitch Rose Foster Goodhall Probably Benjamin Goodwin John Goodwin, Jr. Martha Goodwin Mercy Goodwin Mary HerrickMary Hill Elizabeth Hubbard John Indian Elizabeth Knapp Mary Lacey, Jr. Mercy Lewis Mary Marshall Abigail MartinElizabeth Parris Hanna Perley Sarah Phelps Bethshaa Pope Ann Putnam, Jr. Ann Putnam, Sr. Margaret Rule Susannah Sheldon Mercy Short Martha SpragueTituba Rebecca TownePeter Tuft's Sarah Vibber Mary Walcott Mary Warren Elizabeth Weston Rebecca Wilkins Abigail Williams.
The list on top demonstrates the writers and entertainers that where blacklisted. Because they where thought to be communists, many of them where left without jobs. The lower list demonstrates the people that where either killed believed to be witches or some what tied up in witchcraft. As one can see the 2 lists have a large number of names. And the list is even larger for those people that where tied close together with the accused or executed.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Diary Entry: McCarthy
September 10 1951
Dear Diary
I have made all my accusations and none of them seem to present the problem of communism in the way i want. I know some people in the United States are communists. I know my accusations aren't bogus. I can only question why people are so against this. Writers, and actors. How can they question me for something that they are doing. It's not my fault they are involved in communism. If they are suspected in being communists they have to prove to me and people why they aren't. Communism is something that has been around now for a couple of year's, we couldn't avoid this for ever. One way or another these people have to confront us and tell us why and how they aren't communists. All this writing, protesting is bogus. Comparing this to past occasions in the history. All of this is to hide the real problem. To hide that they are real communists and they are destroying America by influencing young people into believing in communism.
Poem analysis
The Hangman By Maurice Ogden
Into our town the hangman came, smelling of gold and blood and flame. He paced our bricks with a different air, and built his frame on the courthouse square. The scaffold stood by the courthouse side, only as wide as the door was wide with a frame as tall, or a little more, than the capping sill of the courthouse door. And we wondered whenever we had the time, Who the criminal? What the crime? The hangman judged with the yellow twist of knotted hemp in his busy fist. And innocent though we were with dread, we passed those eyes of buckshot lead. Till one cried, "Hangman, who is he, for whom you raised the gallows-tree?" Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye and he gave a riddle instead of reply. "He who serves me best," said he "Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree." And he stepped down and laid his hand on a man who came from another land. And we breathed again, for anothers grief at the hangmans hand, was our relief. And the gallows frame on the courthouse lawn by tomorrow's sun would be struck and gone. So we gave him way and no one spoke out of respect for his hangmans cloak. The next day's sun looked mildly down on roof and street in our quiet town; and stark and black in the morning air the gallows-tree on the courthouse square. And the hangman stood at his usual stand with the yellow hemp in his busy hand. With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike, and his air so knowing and business-like. And we cried, "Hangman, have you not done, yesterday with the alien one?" Then we fell silent and stood amazed. "Oh, not for him was the gallows raised." He laughed a laugh as he looked at us, "Do you think I've gone to all this fuss, To hang one man? That's the thing I do. To stretch the rope when the rope is new." Above our silence a voice cried "Shame!" and into our midst the hangman came; to that mans place, "Do you hold," said he, "With him that was meat for the gallows-tree?" He laid his hand on that one's arm and we shrank back in quick alarm. We gave him way, and no one spoke, out of fear of the hangmans cloak. That night we saw with dread surprise the hangmans scaffold had grown in size. Fed by the blood beneath the chute, the gallows-tree had taken root. Now as wide, or a little more than the steps that led to the courthouse door. As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall, half way up on the courthouse wall. The third he took, we had all heard tell, was a usurer..., an infidel. And "What" said the hangman, "Have you to do with the gallows-bound..., and he a Jew?" And we cried out, "Is this one he who has served you well and faithfully?" The hangman smiled, "It's a clever scheme to try the strength of the gallows beam." The fourth man's dark accusing song had scratched our comfort hard and long. "And what concern," he gave us back, "Have you ... for the doomed and black?" The fifth, the sixth, and we cried again, "Hangman, hangman, is this the man?" "It's a trick", said he, "that we hangman know for easing the trap when the trap springs slow." And so we ceased and asked now more as the hangman tallied his bloody score. And sun by sun, and night by night the gallows grew to monstrous height. The wings of the scaffold opened wide until they covered the square from side to side. And the monster cross beam looking down, cast its shadow across the town. Then through the town the hangman came and called through the empy streets...my name. I looked at the gallows soaring tall and thought ... there's no one left at all for hanging ... and so he called to me to help take down the gallows-tree. And I went out with right good hope to the hangmans tree and the hangmans rope. He smiled at me as I came down to the courthouse square...through the silent town. Supple and stretched in his busy hand, was the yellow twist of hempen strand. He whistled his tune as he tried the trap and it sprang down with a ready snap. Then with a smile of awful command, He laid his hand upon my hand. "You tricked me Hangman." I shouted then, "That your scaffold was built for other men, and I'm no henchman of yours." I cried. "You lied to me Hangman, foully lied." Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye, "Lied to you...tricked you?" He said "Not I... for I answered straight and told you true. The scaffold was raised for none but you." "For who has served more faithfully? With your coward's hope." said He, "And where are the others that might have stood side by your side, in the common good?" "Dead!" I answered, and amiably "Murdered," the Hangman corrected me. "First the alien ... then the Jew. I did no more than you let me do." Beneath the beam that blocked the sky none before stood so alone as I. The Hangman then strapped me...with no voice there to cry "Stay!" ... for me in the empty square.
The poem can be related to the Crucible and McCarthyism in varies ways.
The hangman can be communism or witchcraft itself, a plague wearing a
disguise. Little by little has the hangman takes away life's, people start to
become scared of this new threat that has come to their town. As did witch- craft in Salem. Same thing with communism. The narrator of the story then is the last one to be alive with the hangman himself. The part that really got me to think about why this poem was so similar to the Crucible and McCarthyism was a line from a hangman. "First the alien ... then the Jew. I did no more than you let me do." Because of people's fear of communism, fear of witchcraft, these diseases went on, not because these topics tricked anyone, but only because humans gave it to much power, to much liberty.
Into our town the hangman came, smelling of gold and blood and flame. He paced our bricks with a different air, and built his frame on the courthouse square. The scaffold stood by the courthouse side, only as wide as the door was wide with a frame as tall, or a little more, than the capping sill of the courthouse door. And we wondered whenever we had the time, Who the criminal? What the crime? The hangman judged with the yellow twist of knotted hemp in his busy fist. And innocent though we were with dread, we passed those eyes of buckshot lead. Till one cried, "Hangman, who is he, for whom you raised the gallows-tree?" Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye and he gave a riddle instead of reply. "He who serves me best," said he "Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree." And he stepped down and laid his hand on a man who came from another land. And we breathed again, for anothers grief at the hangmans hand, was our relief. And the gallows frame on the courthouse lawn by tomorrow's sun would be struck and gone. So we gave him way and no one spoke out of respect for his hangmans cloak. The next day's sun looked mildly down on roof and street in our quiet town; and stark and black in the morning air the gallows-tree on the courthouse square. And the hangman stood at his usual stand with the yellow hemp in his busy hand. With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike, and his air so knowing and business-like. And we cried, "Hangman, have you not done, yesterday with the alien one?" Then we fell silent and stood amazed. "Oh, not for him was the gallows raised." He laughed a laugh as he looked at us, "Do you think I've gone to all this fuss, To hang one man? That's the thing I do. To stretch the rope when the rope is new." Above our silence a voice cried "Shame!" and into our midst the hangman came; to that mans place, "Do you hold," said he, "With him that was meat for the gallows-tree?" He laid his hand on that one's arm and we shrank back in quick alarm. We gave him way, and no one spoke, out of fear of the hangmans cloak. That night we saw with dread surprise the hangmans scaffold had grown in size. Fed by the blood beneath the chute, the gallows-tree had taken root. Now as wide, or a little more than the steps that led to the courthouse door. As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall, half way up on the courthouse wall. The third he took, we had all heard tell, was a usurer..., an infidel. And "What" said the hangman, "Have you to do with the gallows-bound..., and he a Jew?" And we cried out, "Is this one he who has served you well and faithfully?" The hangman smiled, "It's a clever scheme to try the strength of the gallows beam." The fourth man's dark accusing song had scratched our comfort hard and long. "And what concern," he gave us back, "Have you ... for the doomed and black?" The fifth, the sixth, and we cried again, "Hangman, hangman, is this the man?" "It's a trick", said he, "that we hangman know for easing the trap when the trap springs slow." And so we ceased and asked now more as the hangman tallied his bloody score. And sun by sun, and night by night the gallows grew to monstrous height. The wings of the scaffold opened wide until they covered the square from side to side. And the monster cross beam looking down, cast its shadow across the town. Then through the town the hangman came and called through the empy streets...my name. I looked at the gallows soaring tall and thought ... there's no one left at all for hanging ... and so he called to me to help take down the gallows-tree. And I went out with right good hope to the hangmans tree and the hangmans rope. He smiled at me as I came down to the courthouse square...through the silent town. Supple and stretched in his busy hand, was the yellow twist of hempen strand. He whistled his tune as he tried the trap and it sprang down with a ready snap. Then with a smile of awful command, He laid his hand upon my hand. "You tricked me Hangman." I shouted then, "That your scaffold was built for other men, and I'm no henchman of yours." I cried. "You lied to me Hangman, foully lied." Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye, "Lied to you...tricked you?" He said "Not I... for I answered straight and told you true. The scaffold was raised for none but you." "For who has served more faithfully? With your coward's hope." said He, "And where are the others that might have stood side by your side, in the common good?" "Dead!" I answered, and amiably "Murdered," the Hangman corrected me. "First the alien ... then the Jew. I did no more than you let me do." Beneath the beam that blocked the sky none before stood so alone as I. The Hangman then strapped me...with no voice there to cry "Stay!" ... for me in the empty square.
The poem can be related to the Crucible and McCarthyism in varies ways.
The hangman can be communism or witchcraft itself, a plague wearing a
disguise. Little by little has the hangman takes away life's, people start to
become scared of this new threat that has come to their town. As did witch- craft in Salem. Same thing with communism. The narrator of the story then is the last one to be alive with the hangman himself. The part that really got me to think about why this poem was so similar to the Crucible and McCarthyism was a line from a hangman. "First the alien ... then the Jew. I did no more than you let me do." Because of people's fear of communism, fear of witchcraft, these diseases went on, not because these topics tricked anyone, but only because humans gave it to much power, to much liberty.
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