Giving the benefit of the doubt...

Maybe it's not entirely there fault. There is a just reason for the lack of drive. In life when you're constantly told "you can't" or "you're not good enough", you start to believe it. Then after awhile you give up on trying to change people's opinions. But that is still no excuse. If someone is constantly saying you can't do it, and have the motivation and obligation to prove them wrong and say "watch me do it".

There has to be a reason...Thesis

African American youth have lost faith, determination, and decreased the value of education because it has become too routine. That don't feel the drive that our ancestors felt. We've forgotten how hard people had to fight for our right to be educated. You cannot survive without education. 

Possible Solutions to Investigate

- Try to find out what youth believe the problem is
- Get more teacher and adult support
- Remind them what african Americans had to go through
- Start a program that raises the value of education.

Possible Causes of Problem

Why have african American youth basically given up on themselves?

- Education has become something that is look at as an option. You cannot CHOOSE to be education in today's society.
- other races don't have faith in african Americans so instead of proving them wrong, they give in to the stereotypes and prove them right.
- You can lead a horse to water but you cannot make him drink, you can lay all educational resources in front of the youth but you can't make them use it.
- No matter what we do, people will always look down on us so why try to change something that can't be changed? 

My Social Problem

Through my research I will investigate the lack of determination in today's youth. I don't understand our generation. Especially when looking at the African American youth. Individuals fought and died for our rights yet some of us take them for granted and even mock them. I don't understand it. But I want to find out why.

My Roots

I am from decapitated teddy bears and mix match socks,
from kool-aid and 25 cents ice pops.
I am from the sound of sticks glided across the metal fence
I am from weekly character building techniques which usually involved a lot of lashes supported by little reasoning.
the street lights
whose timing determined whether I got a lesson or a homework pass

I am from pink moisturizer and shiny black school shoes.
I'm from It wasn't me's and Ohhhh I'm telling's.
From Answer me when I'm talking to you and Don't talk back.
I'm from Circle,Circle,Dot, Dot, Now I got my cootie shot

I'm from Burt and Ernie
 from cheerios and apple juice
From the black eye my brother got from a 9 year old when he was 13.
From the whooping my mother gave him afterwards

I embrace the things most chose to forget.
I hid my emotions in a notebook
Locked down my memories in a flip-book
Called out my agonies with a pen
Never saying a word
Because where I'm from, You're best option is to stay quite

Welcome to my Blog

This is my social research blog. Look forward to post and updates throughout the year.