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1879 - Report Of The Commissioner Of Indian Affairs For 1879

US and Indian Relations

Detailed report on the efforts by the US government to civilize, educate and provide moral training to the original inhabitants. This largely involved placing the Indians on reservations, teaching them agricultural and homebuilding skills, training them in proper dress and customs of the white man and providing opportunities for education.

1876 - Report Of The Commissioner Of Indian Affairs 1876

US and Indian Relations

Detailed report on the efforts by the US government to civilize, educate and provide moral training to the original inhabitants. This largely involved placing the Indians on reservations, teaching them agricultural and homebuilding skills, training them in proper dress and customs of the white man and providing opportunities for education.

The Oakland Nomads, Richard C. Crepeau

On Sport and Society

The announcement last week that the Oakland Raiders would, for the second time in its history, leave the city of Oakland came as a shock to no one. The synergistic relationship between the greed of the National Football League and the greed of the principal owner of the Raiders, made such a move an inevitability on the wheel of time. Such “loyalty” to the city of Oakland and its rabid football fans will not go unrewarded. Indeed, both the Raiders owner and the NFL will make out like bandits once again.

Robbie Faye Jones Parrish

African American Funeral Programs

Funeral Program for Robbie Faye Jones Parrish on April 12, 2017 at New Hope Missionary Baptist Church

Previous Engagement, Keara Teeter

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Cherokette, Keara Teeter

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Bkklm, Keara Teeter

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Img_0062, James Fish

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Chinatown 052, Alexis Bailey

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Chinatown 029, Alexis Bailey

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016.Jpg, Josie Stipe

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On The Back Of Notre Dame, Brittany Blake

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Lost In Florence, Brittany Blake

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Inside The Vatican, Brittany Blake

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Goddess, Brittany Blake

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Ashland Creek, Or, Brittany Blake

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Sleeping Ladies, Rachele Ketchem

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Out of nowhere a man jumped out of the bushes on the trail a little ahead of us. He was balding, tall, a 40 something year-old with spooky eyes. Christine knew damn well Kim and I were scaredy cats and began to quote a favorite old horror movie of ours,

“Barbara! He is coming to get you Barbara!”At that point, Kim and I were giving her the shut-the-fuck-up look as this creepy guy wearing camouflage in the dark was walking towards us. ~excerpt from prose

Crash And Burn, Ashton Guasco

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My eyes open slowly as the paralyzing drugs begin to lose their hold over my body. I wake up alone and at first, I look around in fear; not knowing where I am. I begin to remember the terrifying events of the morning that led me to this place, this hospital recovery room at midnight. It had started as any other horse show day. ~excerpt from prose

The Need To Be Inspired, Jessica Curlett

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It is like opening my eyes for the first time as I step off the plane and new sights greet me like a warm breeze of air. This is the Golden State. The State people think of when “the land of opportunity” runs through one’s mind; home to both the red wood forests, and Tinsel town. ~excerpt from prose

Moon Love Valley, California, Megan Lynn

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There is a valley north of San Francisco where the moon shines her love. Mountains stand tall and proud, rooted to the ground, protecting the valley floor. The North and East mountains are darker, the protectors. They are covered with tall, earthy green trees that, on grey mornings, fog tangles in on its way over the mountain crest, clearing just before noon. ~excerpt from prose

Creation Myth, Annabelle C. Maginnis

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There was nothing. Emptier and emptier still, chaos made its way between the gaps. Eventually, chaos spun itself into a figure of all capability. This figure was It. It was an androgynous watery conglomerate that grew tired of life alone, and curious about the nature of its own body. It tugged at its malleable sides and burst, creating a circular globe that It named Earth. ~excerpt from prose

It Happens Everywhere, Mariah Mcguire

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When did violence and hate become the norm? I can’t turn on the t.v, listen to the radio or turn a page without hearing about someone getting popped. Pop pop. All it takes is one shot, one stab one burst of anger to end a life. My friends, my classmates did they even see it coming? He wears that red bandana hanging out the back of his pocket with pride. ~excerpt from prose

The Eternal Torment, Benjamin Mages

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I sigh. How many days have I spent in this hellish torment? Has it been weeks? Months? Years? There’s no way to tell time in this prison of eternal twilight. Each cycle (as it is impossible to know if one of these is actually a day) seems a monotonous repeat of the previous. First, I wake up. I am surrounded in filthy and reeking dirt that covers the walls of my cell. I have a single roommate, Jorath. He’s a brute of a man, just as dirty and reeking as I am after all this time. ~excerpt from prose

California Bluffs, Katelin Filipps

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Inhale the salty, crisp air.
Fingers tracing lines through mist
Covered brined metal, despair,
If you’re ensnared, flung away ~excerpt from poem

An Untitled Pantoum, Allysa Miranda

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The woman walked down the lane
with barely a care,
letting the path lead her onwards,
wondering where she would go. ~excerpt from poem

The Line, Kaileigh Robinson

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Do you see how low I can be?
Lower than the valley and bottom of the sea.
Last night I was on top of the world.
I had you in the palm of my hand.
You were the line I couldn’t understand. ~excerpt from poem

Scorned, Megan Lynn

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I wove a barbed-wire basket
To carry my ex-lover's heart,
An evil remembrance of what you tore apart
Now all I need is to open his casket. ~excerpt from poem

Ode, Brittany Blake

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o Heorot

My dearest love, how I long for thee!
When I yearn for nourishment, thou feedest me.
I grasp for words which thy beauty describe,
Thy pleasing water is such I love to imbibe. ~excerpt from poem

Starry Night, Brittany Blake

The Tuxedo Archives

The day God created her,
there was no mold,
no precedent,
no standard. ~excerpt from poem

From My Mouth To God's Ear, Aiyana Beck

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From my mouth to god’s ears
I cry with tears
Save him, save me
Save us for a sad world indeed
A world where a whole is spilt in halves
And a child cries for his dad ~excerpt from poem