Intro/Philosophy
social Justice means to me is having an opportunity to show what you're trying to achieve. I still remember when I was asked that question, sitting in the office with my father and I was nervous. I didn't know what it truly meant. Coming into my final year of high school, I know why the fire project is done and what we achieve as individuals. We understand that no matter what their will always be injustice everywhere we hear from. teachers from Social Justice want us to realize the injustice and to not be quiet and to act or be aware. To be able to have a voice that most people don't have because of what countries don't allow people to be in. I come from a family that doesn't have much, and can't afford much but we're happy the way we are.
As years passed I brought this up to my pareMy own personal experience with my social justice issue began when I was seven years old. I thought it was all a dream, a dark nightmare that a seven-year-old dreamt, but I knew it was real. I was sexually abused and I can remember all the times I felt ashamed and embarrassed. According to the website Rainn.com “Approximately 4/5 of rapes were committed by someone known to the victim.” It’s sad to realize that it can be anyone you know, people you don’t expect of doing. I can remember crying each night because no one believed me, the pain he had me experience to please him. I remember trying to forget about it. He was my brother’s friend. I thought he was a good person until I met the other side of him: aggressive, horrible, and selfish. My parents actually liked him and thought he was a good person as well. I remember the first time it ever happened. We were having a cookout and I was in my room. He came with my brother but I didn't expect anything to happen until my brother left the living room. He then approached with a smile on his face, asking me if I could do something for him.
He had told me to perform oral sex for him, and I did, and I just wish that never happened to me. It happened a couple of times, and I can remember when I said no, I don’t want to anymore. He told me that he would hit me and beat me so I still did it. I later at the age of thirteen, eight years later, told my mom that it happened because enough was enough. Yet, she didn’t believe me. She thought it wasn’t real and I wasn’t serious. She thought I was just upset that no one believed me, that no one asked what was wrong with me or why I cried so much. He caused so much damage to my childhood. I stopped visiting his house because I didn’t want to go through that anymore.
nts and I started to cry a lot. With no idea that this had happened to me they stopped talking to the person and their family because what he had done. My parents knew that not talking to them was the better choice, and as I grew up, I stopped thinking about it. However, hearing all of these statistics makes me think about the pain and tears I’ve been through and how that experience affected me on a whole other level of who I am and what’s right for me.
I’ve learned from this and understand who I am and what the person has done to me. I want to be able to focus on my Fire Project on what rape can do and who it also affects. Rape is one of the worst thing that can happen to someone, and I don’t want anyone to ever go through that. I want the same awareness and information about male assaults as there is about female rapes. I want people to understand that rape can happen to anyone, and we need people to be aware of that and understand that males need support as well. I want to be able to talk about it and be there for each other. I want to be able to show to many others of my experience and people at the school and community what sexual assault can do.
For my fire project, my focus is going to be researching how the rape has become a central issue in our society and how important providing support for children, both males and females, is.
social Justice means to me is having an opportunity to show what you're trying to achieve. I still remember when I was asked that question, sitting in the office with my father and I was nervous. I didn't know what it truly meant. Coming into my final year of high school, I know why the fire project is done and what we achieve as individuals. We understand that no matter what their will always be injustice everywhere we hear from. teachers from Social Justice want us to realize the injustice and to not be quiet and to act or be aware. To be able to have a voice that most people don't have because of what countries don't allow people to be in. I come from a family that doesn't have much, and can't afford much but we're happy the way we are.
As years passed I brought this up to my pareMy own personal experience with my social justice issue began when I was seven years old. I thought it was all a dream, a dark nightmare that a seven-year-old dreamt, but I knew it was real. I was sexually abused and I can remember all the times I felt ashamed and embarrassed. According to the website Rainn.com “Approximately 4/5 of rapes were committed by someone known to the victim.” It’s sad to realize that it can be anyone you know, people you don’t expect of doing. I can remember crying each night because no one believed me, the pain he had me experience to please him. I remember trying to forget about it. He was my brother’s friend. I thought he was a good person until I met the other side of him: aggressive, horrible, and selfish. My parents actually liked him and thought he was a good person as well. I remember the first time it ever happened. We were having a cookout and I was in my room. He came with my brother but I didn't expect anything to happen until my brother left the living room. He then approached with a smile on his face, asking me if I could do something for him.
He had told me to perform oral sex for him, and I did, and I just wish that never happened to me. It happened a couple of times, and I can remember when I said no, I don’t want to anymore. He told me that he would hit me and beat me so I still did it. I later at the age of thirteen, eight years later, told my mom that it happened because enough was enough. Yet, she didn’t believe me. She thought it wasn’t real and I wasn’t serious. She thought I was just upset that no one believed me, that no one asked what was wrong with me or why I cried so much. He caused so much damage to my childhood. I stopped visiting his house because I didn’t want to go through that anymore.
nts and I started to cry a lot. With no idea that this had happened to me they stopped talking to the person and their family because what he had done. My parents knew that not talking to them was the better choice, and as I grew up, I stopped thinking about it. However, hearing all of these statistics makes me think about the pain and tears I’ve been through and how that experience affected me on a whole other level of who I am and what’s right for me.
I’ve learned from this and understand who I am and what the person has done to me. I want to be able to focus on my Fire Project on what rape can do and who it also affects. Rape is one of the worst thing that can happen to someone, and I don’t want anyone to ever go through that. I want the same awareness and information about male assaults as there is about female rapes. I want people to understand that rape can happen to anyone, and we need people to be aware of that and understand that males need support as well. I want to be able to talk about it and be there for each other. I want to be able to show to many others of my experience and people at the school and community what sexual assault can do.
For my fire project, my focus is going to be researching how the rape has become a central issue in our society and how important providing support for children, both males and females, is.