Essay 3 prewritng Rose’s

What should we make of Rose’s description on pp. 13-18 of his family house and the mixed-race, mixed-ethnicity South Los Angeles neighborhood he grew up in? Try to capture both Rose’s emotional feelings about the places he grew up and the objective dangers he very casually suggests he faced there. Compare Rose’s experiences of his home and neighborhood to Coates’s.

• In Poe’s writing he talked about how his life for his family was filled with poorness and always having to worry about money and what was going on in the neighborhoods. He shares that “ The Poverty was extreme and hopeless- twelve hours of farm labor Would get you on Lyra, about 20 cents so increasing numbers of desperate people booked passage for the United States the country where the steamship companies claimed property was a way of life. ““For my mother life in America was not what the promoters had told her father it would be. She would grow up very poor. She slept with her parents and brother and sister in one room. She had to quit school in the 7th grade to care for her sickly younger brother. When her father lost hurt his leg in a railroad accident  she began working in a garment Factory where woman sat crowded at their station solitary as penitence in a Cloister. she stayed there until her marriage. My father had found a Freer route. He was close-mouthed about his past but I know that he had been a Salesman a Taylor and a gambler he knew people in the mob and had my uncle’s whisper done time in Chicago. He went through a year or two of Italian Elementary School and could write a few words those necessary to scribble measurements for a suit and over the year developed a quiet or vanity a persistent and a slowly debilitating arteriosclerosis.” For them they lived a life for poverty and when they went to america it wasn’t any different. His mother didn’t think that it would be worse living and wasn’t what she expected. She lives a life in america as a poor family and didn’t have much of a life. But outside of his home the neighborhood he lived in was one filled with rebellion and danger. He emphasizes that “ In the midst of the Heat and slow time the music brought the promise of its origin a promise of Deliverance a promise that is only for a moment like could be stirring and dreaming. But the anger and frustration of South Vermont could prove too strong for music illusion that it was violence that provided Deliverance of different order. One night I watched as a guy sprinted from Walt’s to toss  something on our lawn. The police were right behind and a cop tackled him smashing his face into the sidewalk. I ducked out to find the packet a dozen glassine bag of heroin. Another night one August midnight an argument outside the record store ended with a man being shot to death. And the occasional gangs for race brought with them some fated kid who would fumble his moves and catch a knife.” In his neighborhood there was music that brought out the anger of people and had them resort to violence as deliverance instead of a different way. These people were passionate about the cause or an idea.This music was made whole “with love” but they resorted to violence because it was rebellious in a way.

 

At the end of this long segment on his parents immigration and work experiences and his boyhood growing up in a mixed-race, mixed-ethnicity neighborhood in South Los Angeles, Rose writes that he “developed a picture of human existence that rendered it short and brutish or sad and aimless or long and quiet…. When, years later, I was introduced to humanistic psychologists…, with their visions of self actualization…., it all sounded like a glorious fairy tale, a magical account of a world full of possibility, full of hope and empowerment. Sinbad and Cinderella couldn’t have been more fanciful” (p. 18).  

 

For Rose’s was he grew up he had a fantasy of life as “ The people I grew up with were retired from jobs that rub away the heart or working hard at jobs to keep their lives from craving in or were anchorless and in between jobs and spouses or were diving headlong into a Barren tomorrow junkies, alcoholics and mean kids walking along Vermont looking to throw a punch. I developed a picture of human existence that rendered and short and British or sad and aimless or long and quiet with the reward like afternoon naps the evening newspaper walks a lot the block occasional letters from children in the mother States. When years later I was introduced to humanistic psychologists like Abraham Maslow and Carl Rogers with their visions of self-actualization or even fraud with his sober dictum about love and work it all sounded like a glorious fairytale magical count of a world full of possibilities full of Hope and empowerment. Sinbad and Cinderella couldn’t have been more fanciful.” Rose’s could see that his life compared to these fairy tale was not reality. He lived a life of poorness and always worrying about money. He saw what the difference from this fairytale compared to his life as something that felt fanciful and could only be imagined as.