The Ethics of Caring In Environmental Ethics defined care ethics in a way I could deeply understand. It is based on the caretaking of self and others. Not only should you be caring for yourself but for others as well, including nonhuman objects. This passage highlights the importance of caring for our environment, such as the water and trees. If we did not have trees and water, we would not be able to survive. We are killing ourselves by destroying our community. I connected this piece with the Black Women and Motherhood by Patricia Hill Collins. Collins expresses the perception of all white men and women, as well as black men and women on black motherhood. She states that black mothers seem to become apart of the term “othermothers.” Othermothers consist of caring and nurture children of the community as if they were their own. I connected the two passages because they both consist of pointing out how they affect the community. By caring for trees as if they were our children is the same as being a othermother. Without care/caretaking we would have nothing. Everyone would be egocentric and not think twice of the effects it would have on others and our community. Caring is very different from utilitarianism. Utilitarianism is based on looking past self interest to benefit the greater good for the better number. Caring includes paying close attention to the needs of self and also for others.
The questions Peter Singer asks his students make me think deeper about why I do certain things. The “what makes you obligated” question hits hard for me because why am I? I would most certainly save the drowning child to miss one of my class and get my clothes soaked, but why? What makes me obligated to go out of my way to save a child’s life who has no affect on my own life? One reason I could give is, what if that was one of my siblings drowning and a student walked past and did nothing. My sibling would die because the student was only self interested and didn’t take into consideration the full consequences of the bigger picture. I personally would have to think about what consequences would come out of my actions. Boo-hoo if my clothes get wet and I miss a class. I would have so much guilt and resentment towards myself if I didn’t do everything I could to help the child out. And to factor in that there are also multiple people walking around not doing anything would push me even more to save this child’s life. I believe just because no one else is doing anything doesn’t mean I have to do the same. If someone sees a person about to get ran over by a car, should I just stand around and watch too? I have to think about how my actions will affect not only myself, but others too. Utilitarianism is all about how your actions will affect the greater number. It doesn’t involve self interest and I admire that. Most people are all about doing what will benefit themselves rather than looking at the full picture. It’s a bit selfish if you ask me. After reading these two articles, I can honestly say that I will take the utilitarianism approach into consideration. I will think about how my actions will most positively benefit thegreater number for the greater good.
First, I would like to start off by saying, I absolutely admire Alice Walker’s writing style. She doesn’t begin with her main point, instead she makes the reader intrigued to read more. Alice Walker compares Blue’s feelings to a white child raised by a black slave woman. Then, she compares how Blue feels once his friend was taken away to how a white child who has been raised by their “mammy” is taken and sold. Through Blue’s eyes, Alice Walker can see the resentment he has towards humans. She concludes her column with the thought of eating a steak to mean she is contributing to the misery of animals. I can relate to this because I too do not eat red meat. After I saw a gut-wrenching video of how animals are treated in order for humans to eat, I decided to not be apart of creating an “image” for animals. Alice Walker exclaims the look of Blue was “so full of greed, a look so human, I almost laughed ( I felt too sad to cry) to think, there are people who do not know that animals suffer” (Walker, 1986).
White Horse. We Heart It. 2015. Retrieved from https://weheartit.com/entry/112479460
Blue is seen as this beautiful image of freedom, though people don’t take the time to treat him as equal. Innocent animals are being tortured and killed, yet people still believe cows, pigs, and hens are living happy lives while producing meat for us humans. If even see a piece of red meat, my stomach turns upside down. I know animals kept on a farm see their friends being taken away from them daily. They know they’re next. Blue and other animals have feelings too.
Walker, A. (1986, July). Am I Blue? Retrieved from https://blackboard.vcu.edu/bbcswebdav/pid-7942602-dt-content-rid-31535936_2/courses/UNIV-112-919-2019Spring/AmIBlue_AWalker%20%281%29.pdf
Integrated Preschool. CP Rochester. Retrieved from http://www.cprochester.org/Preschool.asp
Teachers are not receiving the full and proper knowledge, training, and/or experience with student with disabilities.
Educators are only required to receive a bachelor’s degree in education, minimum classroom experience (usually not in mainstream classrooms), and a licensure.
They are entering their career oblivious on how to handle a classroom with both disabled and non-disabled students.
Teachers are forced to create their own strategies, which are usually negative.
3 Tips to Settle Your Class When Things Go Crazy! Classroom Blog. May 24, 2016. Retrieved from http://blog.classloom.com/en/3-tips-to-settle-your-class-when-things-go-crazy/
Educators view student’s disability behavior issues as disruptive.
They don’t understand what it is like having a disability.
Students with a disability are unable to control their actions. and they should not be penalized for things out of their control.
Teachers in Texas refused to have students with a disability because they didn’t want their classroom to be disorderly (Rosenthal, 2018).
David About Town: Apologies to Teachers. Star94.1. June 3, 2016. Retrieved fromhttps://star941atlanta.radio.com/blogs/jeff-jenn-show/david-about-town-apologies-teachers
Teachers have a negative stigma on disability.
Educators perceive students with a disability as a burden on the classroom and to their parents.
Teachers treat disabled students with shame because they feel bad for them.
Teachers don’t know how children with disabilities feel or think, and teachers create their own perceptions.
Conclusion: If teachers kept an open mind, changed their negative stigma, and received a sufficient amount of knowledge and experience with disabled children, they would then not behave insensitively and irrational towards children with disabilities.
Do you hear that? Six-year-old me loved to hear those noises because I knew something big was happening. But before all of the noises came into play, all I saw was this…
A blank piece of land that I was about to witness turn into my new home.
Both my mother and father were determined to fulfill their dream of building their own home into the one they had always imagined. My older sister, Dominica, and I were granted the opportunity to watch this piece of land be transformed into what we call our home today.
Let me take you through the journey I was lucky enough to be a part of. First, I watched a power shovel dig the nutritious soil up. Scoop. Dump. Scoop. Dump. Some debris fell throughout the process. I knew these construction workers were well equipped for this job due to the hard, vigorous, and seamless work they partook in almost every day. Sometimes I talked to them while they worked. Looking back on my memories, I was most definitely distracting them. I soon developed a friendship with these men. They taught me the process they were doing called excavating.
Then, I watched as large cement blocks transformed into the foundation of my soon-to-be home.
Foundation of Cement Blocks
As a six-year-old child, I never understood the importance of the cement foundation blocks. Now I realize that –just like in any relationship, project, building, or house– a foundation was essential for supporting the weight of the structure and the wide array of obstacles it may come to face. Because my house was built behind a canal in Hampton, Virginia, the foundation had to be substantial enough to survive floods and strong winds that triumphantly follow hurricanes. My house endured many of these tropical catastrophes, and to this day it hasn’t been damaged, thanks to the construction men making my home firm and sturdy.
The next process consisted of laying down baseboards and constructing the structure of our house using a forklift.
Forklift Building the Structure
Structure of My Home
Everyday after school I came “home” to the only home I knew, but I still found myself eager to go see the project that marked the beginning of my family’s new adventure.
My Sis and I Having Fun Witnessing Our Home Being Built
As you can see, my sister and I were thrilled to observe the hard work the constructors put in for my family. By this time, the workers adored my sister and I so much that they allowed us to ride in their forklift even though their boss wouldn’t be happy about it due to safety reasons. We rode as high as the forklift could take us. I could see everything.
My new friends who gave me the opportunity to ride on a forklift
The View We Were Able to Capture in the Forklift
Before I knew it, my new home was fully constructed.
My Home that Built Me<3
It initially struck me as odd that this place was meant to be my new home. In the beginning, it was just empty rooms with blank walls. It felt lonely and hollow, but I soon came to realize that a new start, with a blank slate, was not necessarily a bad thing. As my family began furnishing the house, with all new appliances and furniture, I slowly began settling in. I awed at the brand new granite counters and the soft couch that still smelled like the furniture store. I became overjoyed at the realization that I could paint my room whatever color I wanted and have a brand new bedroom setup. As I grasped at the opportunity to have my room redefined, my definition of home changed too. I realized that a home is not the four walls and ceiling you grow up in, rather it’s the place that is filled with love and family and growth. We moved into our new home a month after my baby sister was born, and watching her grow up there has solidified the notion that this is my home, my family’s home. It will always be the place I come back to on breaks, and the place I hope to bring my future children to for holidays and family gatherings. What once seemed like an absurd project has transformed into something I now can’t imagine being without. This was how my transition from my childhood house to my parents’ dream house redefined the meaning of home to me. This transition between places also caused a change in meaning for me and I’m grateful to have had the opportunity to watch my home be built before my eyes.
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During my everyday routine, I make it a habit to walk from my dorm, Johnson, to see my best friends who live in GRC. Usually, I have my headphones in listening to music and look at my phone for most of the walk. It is a habit to have tunnel vision while walking to my normal destination. Today, I chose to do something a little different. I chose to stop for a couple of minutes and take in my surroundings with each of my senses. I stopped in front of the Cathedral and N Laurel Street. First, I took a second to look at my destination….
GRC; My destination
I realized how beautiful and big GRC actually was.
I then stood and listened to the sounds around me. I could hear the people on skateboards doing cool tricks, a girl talking on their phone with her mom about a roommate incident, someone behind me heavily walking, with a scuff in their step, a girl’s clicking booties like a horse would sound, and cars passing by me. While taking all of the sounds around me in, I started to become aware of the smells. I could smell the crisp breeze glide by me as it passed. Just as the crisp breeze passed, I got a whiff of a car’s burning gas fly by, which wasn’t pleasant. Also, as the breeze blew by, I could feel it push its way through the palms of my hands and in between my fingers.
I have always been on a schedule or in a hurry to get to my destination that I have never stopped to observe and take in my surroundings. It was nice to take a step back out of my everyday life and actually examine what is around me. I’m always in such a rush to get to my destination I never recognize the journey on the way there. A big chunk of my time walking somewhere is spent looking at my phone not examining the fantastic features of earth around me. The City and The City has a way of conveying this. Each side of the city is so set on their destination and fixed on not observing the other side’s city. These rules they are following impairs their opportunity to take a step back from reality and really observe and take in the cities.
A trim man in his early sixties, grey beard, glasses, hurrying between temporary rooms towards us. “Is it inspector Borlú?” He glanced at Dhatt, but seeing the Ul Qoman insignia looked back at me. “I heard you might be coming. I’m glad to coincide with you. I’m David Bowden.”
“Professor Bowden.” I shook his hand. “I’m enjoying your book.” He was visibly taken back. He shook his head. “I take it you mean my first one. No one ever means the second one.” He dropped my hand. “That’ll get you arrested, Inspector.” Dhatt was looking at me in surprise.
“Where’s your office, Professor? I’m Senior Detective Dhatt I’d like to talk to you”
“I don’t have one, SD Dhatt. I’m only in here a day a week. And it’s not professor. Plain doctor. Or David is fine.”
“How long will you be here this morning, Doctor?” I said. “Could we grab a word with you?”
“I…of course, if you’d like, Inspector, but as I say, I’ve no office. Normally I meet students at my flat.”
RESPONSE: Inspector Borlú and Dhatt head to the Prince of Wales University Ul Qoma Archeology program to ask the students and staff some questions about their investigation. Borlú introduces Bowden as this man in his early sixties, which is odd to refer someone in their sixties as young or late sixties because how can you tell the age of an old man? He just looks old.
Bowden is also described as “hurrying between temporary rooms towards us.” Bowden was clearly eager to see/coincide with Borlú. Bowden explains he expected Borlú in that day, yet Dhatt told Borlú in the car ride he specifically only informed Professor Rochambeaux while the rest would discover him once he arrived. Bowden claimed he came to the University to try to contact his supervisee, Yolanda. It is very interesting how Bowden was at the University at the same exact time as Borlú and Dhatt. Bowden seems too cheery to see Borlú.
Without hesitation, Borlú tells Bowden he is enjoying reading his book, Between The City and The City. Bowden was definitely not expecting Borlú to admit to reading his book because it is illegal and he could be arrested. Dhatt doesn’t have anything to say. Was it planned? Any other time Dhatt is ready to jump on Borlú about breaching, especially in alter. The situation is dropped without a conclusion about Borlú illegally reading Bowden’s book about the third city. I believe Borlú blurted out to Bowden about his book just to catch him off guard and wanted Bowden to say something that would give the investigation a lead.
I was in absolute shock when Bowden stated he doesn’t have an office and his students “normally” meet him in his flat. Besźel and Ul Qoma both have insane rules, but the fact that no one thinks that is not out of the ordinary is not normal. Where I am from, the last thing you want to happen is to be caught with one of your professors/supervisors. Why would anyone think it is a splendid idea for a sixty year old man to supervise a young female college student? It doesn’t make sense and appears suspicious.