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For homework, please read pages 35-52 of Sounder.  If you were confused about anything in the first section, go ahead and read it again.  

 

Then, write about the following: 

We discussed racism and discrimination in class.  How do you think it would feel to be a sharecropper in the 1930's in America?  Write a diary entry as a farmer or a farmer's wife, recording the day-to-day thoughts and feelings.

 

Last, please research the author, William H. Armstrong, and be prepared to discuss next class.

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Shirley:

1931.10.11                                              Friday    Rainy

  Hi,there. My name is Jinx Sweets, I know my name is very strange. However I am John Sweets’ wife. We suffered a lot from other sharecroppers’ treatment to us. Because we are African-American. Our food and salary always are the lowest. Other sharecroppers’ wheat can sale for 3 dollars, we can only sale for 1 dollar, so we can’t buy very good food. I still can’t understand why those white people always feel they are the best. Ridiculous! But when I tried to talk to those men, my husband stopped me. He said if I did that we have to find another job.Again!So we have to suffered the worst food and the lowest salary. Sometimes if we did something wrong to make them angry, even just a little mistake. They will rob our food, so sometimes we will be hungry for 3 or even more days. I can’t suffer it anymore. The stupid white people!!!!!!!

Lola:

Dear diary
As a sharecropper, days have been hard recently. I still remember at the very beginning when I just started growing my own food( at least I think it was), that might be the only thing I was proud of.That sounded strange, didn't it? But now I was thinking something totally different. I worried about what will happen to me if the food didn't grow well, would I be punished or be thrown out of this little cabin? I didn't know. And it seemed that no mater how hard I worked, there was always not enough food to eat, and was treated not better than a dog. I also had family, they all depended on me, but they could only stayed with me in this cabin and lived a bad life. It was my fault of not letting them live a better life, but I could do nothing in this kind of situation. Why would it be like this, were they born as a rich man and was I meant to be exploitation?I couldn't understand.

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