I found this error in my Psychology textbook. The editors may have overlooked this caption–the word “respect” is misspelled.
This error was in the Encyclopedia of Junk Food and Fast Food–a published text. In this sentence, “Anderson” is possessive. It should read “Anderson’s.”
This assignment page has a wealth of errors. The number 1 should be written out and “PM” should be written p.m. There is also an error in the quote–“identifies” should be “identities.” After the word unexamined, the quotation mark is before the period punctuation mark. The quotation mark belongs after the period.
Racial profiling must stop. It is a fatal issue when news stories like this and this are no longer shocking, only disappointing. My level of disappointment, however, upon hearing such stories, never decreases. It only spikes each time a police officer or neighborhood watch member takes the life of an innocent human being. In September, ex-Florida A&M University football player Jonathan Ferrell was shot to death by a police officer when he got into a car accident and tried to get help from a nearby house. The woman living in the home called the police when she did not recognize him. Let’s give this woman the benefit of the doubt–perhaps she was living with a childhood stigma. Perhaps she had a phobia of someone breaking in to her home. However, the chances of the woman calling the police if the person frantically knocking on the door was a ten-year-old girl would have slimmed down to almost none. According to Kelly Welch of the University of Pennsylvania, the term “criminal predator” is a euphemism for “young black male.” Unfortunately, Ferrell fell under this category, and was shot several times by the police and died at the scene. The police officers were responding to a 911 call regarding “breaking and entering” when he ran towards them. Why did the police officers feel the need to shoot him multiple times? He was unarmed. A relative story was reported about a Florida man that was shot 15 times–but luckily survived–by authorities on his own front lawn when they mistook him for a car thief.
In the case of the second story, a similar situation as Jonathan Ferrell’s was reported. Teenager Renisha McBride was “accidentally” shot in the face when trying to seek help from a homeowner after a car accident. However, details on this case are not clear as of yet. It appears that the 19-year-old was in the accident two hours before the shooting, so it is still unclear exactly what happened. Still, the shooting was ruled as a homicide, but no charges have been filed. When police tried to file charges, the prosecutor sent them back and is conducting further investigation. However, the fact that the shooter pulled his gun is a clear sign of him feeling threatened. Why are black women suffering from the same stereotypes as black men? It seems as though they are being dehumanized and when people pull triggers so quickly, it makes you wonder what we are doing wrong as a society, as a whole, to destroy the identity of an entire culture.
I was in Philadelphia for the Public Relations Student Society of America’s National Conference about one week ago. The conference was held at the Loews Hotel, and almost everyone who was attending stayed at the Loews. The sense of community at the hotel was incomparable. I would walk into an elevator full of strangers and they would all yell, “Hi!” I felt more at home in a city across the country than I do in San Jose sometimes. I quickly realized it was not the city that was home. It was the people. I decided to visit my friend from high school, Jill, at the University of Pennsylvania during one of the nights of my stay.
She called me with excitement a week before to let me know there would be a mixer with her dance team, the Quaker Girls, the night I was visiting her. “Look cute!” she told me. I was already kind of skeptical about the crowd of girls she was inviting me to socialize with, so I brought along a friend from the conference with me. She and I got to the event and quickly realized that we were not dressed up to par. All the girls were in dresses and heels, while we were in jeans and beanies. We are PR professionals. We weren’t going to let that stop us. I walked over to the host and introduced myself and she gave me an awkward glance and a weak handshake. It seemed as though none of the people at that mixer had ever introduced themselves to anyone. We were constantly being ignored. It was as if we were invisible. The most awkward part about this mixer was the Icebreaker. Everyone gathered around in a circle and said a little about themselves and followed the introduction with their favorite dance move. They actually performed their favorite dance move. After all of the unwelcoming glances we had received, my friend from PRSSA and I sat on the side and watched as everybody interacted in this Icebreaker. We looked at each other and–as if to speak with our eyes–decided to leave before it got any worse. I called a cab and it arrived within five minutes. We made up an excuse to Jill that we had to leave early because there was an emergency at the hotel with our other roommates. We did anything we could to escape that uncomfortable night.