Undefeatable, the hotel Rwanda

The movie "Hotel Rwanda" was based on the struggle in Rwanda, which was formed by two ethnic groups, Hutu and Tutsi. The film focused in the year of 1944, when Hutus tried to overcome the Tutsis to obtain a full power given that the population of Hutus was much greater than the Tutsis. The intentions or the purposes of this film were to show how it was like to live as Tutsi and how being a different ethnic group judges the people of who lives or who dies.
This movie impacted me in many ways and every time I watched this film made me realize how I should be thankful for human rights. I can never forget the moment when Hutus slaughtered the Tutsis and how Paul, the main character and also hotel manger at the same time, endured the fear and stay alarmed. I was astonished by his valor and sincerity towards the people of Tutsi which evoked the audiences. Especially the scene when Paul starts to cry, tried not to make any sound, and embracing himself to wash away the fears. I think it drew the audiences’ attention because the scene portrayed a strong correlation of melancholy of how Paul and Tutsi had to rely on such a limited amount of help that were given and how they have to be feared by the land of brothers and sisters of the same country. However, Paul withstood through all the harshness and violence to help the Tutsis’ to stay strong and continue to keep in touch with people who could provide some help.
The movie enclosed countless images of violence that some images appealed to me, such as rugged River Road where the many dead bodies of Tutsi lied, the Tutsi women get beaten by the Hutu, and the hapless eyes of the children. The movie illustrated the bloodshed in Rwanda, but through the film I was able to take a chance to think about the questions that I have never have considered such as "What could I have done for the Tutsis if I was in Paul’s position?" or "Would I be brave enough stand up and protest against the dreadful Hutus?"

Hotel Rwanda

Rwanda was the country that struggled during the year of 1944. It was the incident between the two ethnic group called Hutu and Tutsi. This incident was similar to the struggle as the North Korea started to produce the nuclear bombs and decided to stand alone. Similar as it was, Hutu started to gain more power to take a full control over the Rwanda and abandon the other ethnic group Tutsi. Originally, the Tutsi had more power with less people when Belgium was in control and Hutu had more population with less power. However, as the Belgium left and Hutu took control, the violence grew. The amplified in violence lead to death, the media “Hotel Rwanda” made me realize how serious and sincere Tutsi’s were. The images of dead people lying on the grass, the children’s faces filled with fear, and the hopeless expressions of people as the west army such as, UN, France, and Belgium decided not to get involved, all gave the audience an impressions of terror and morose. Can you believe that the struggle between two different ethnic groups started to abandon one another to take a full control over the country? Why does that people want the power so much more than a piece when they know they will be afraid of it once they obtain it?

"Dreams"

"Dreams"

By: Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

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Citation:

Hughes , Langston. ""Dreams"." poetry.com. Available from http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P6205111&BN=999&PN=1. Internet; accessed 24 January 2008.

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Reflection:

The poem "Dreams" is about a narrator telling the audience that the time does not wait for no one. Therefore, the poet was trying to teach us that when you have a dream, don't wait, just jump into it. If you wait for it to happen without doing nothing, the all you have lest is the "a barren field, frozen with snow". The agreed with the poet, that the life without a dream is same as the life without a happiness. So, go and find your dreams, and when you find it, jump into it!!:)

Something Close To Me, I Wonder...

Something Close To Me, I Wonder...
By: Emily Dickinson

I don't know his name, but I know about him.
I remember my mum telling me about him

when I was very small.
He was a builder, a good one too...
I can't boast that he was the greatest

grandfather in the world
because I don't know him and probably never will,

unless it's in a far off distant place.
I remember my mum telling me about him

when I was very small.
That my gran stayed with him while my Mum ran
to the telephone down the road with her sister and brother.
My mum phoned the doctors,

but my grandfather died, a young man.
I remember my mum telling me about him

when I was very small.
About the time just before Christmas when the snow began to fall.
How they watched it falling to the ground, softly, softly -- no sound.
I know my mum blames herself for his death.
I know that she was very small when he died.
I don't know his name, but then again I've never asked...

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Citation:

Dickinson , Emily. "Something Close To Me, I Wonder...." poetry.com. Available from http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P0943967&BN=202&PN=1. Internet; accessed 22 January 2008.
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Reflection

This poem caught my eyes because the narrator, "I", had many things in common with me. My mom had lost her father when she was little and I have never seen my grandfather since he passed away before I was even born. Both side of my grandfathers passed away and I don’t even know their names or their faces. I have heard my mother’s side long time ago from my mom, but not so long ago that I’ll forget. My mom’s side of grandfather liked to build the houses and he often helped the builders to build the houses. My mother told me that she loved him, but there seems like there is a wall between him and my mom that I was afraid to ask more about him. It was cold and he passed away just like that cold night of winter due to the cancer. I hope someday that I’ll have chance to ask more about my grandfathers.