Derek sat in his attic study, frigid fingers clutching a blanket that covered his layers of winter clothes. At his feet a little gas fire hissed bravely. “Fat lot of use you are,” he muttered as he stared at its puny little flame. He wriggled himself tighter into his cocoon.
It was midwinter. Outside, and inside. Looking at the wall mirror opposite he thought his face was turning darker. He fisted it a few times to keep the frostbite away. Why did I ever decide to move to this part of the world, he sighed, as his breath misted past his face.
Suddenly a rent appeared in the grey shroud that hung just a few feet above the roof. A shaft of sunlight poured into the dingy room.
Everything suddenly lit up, and took on colour – the brown ducks flew in formation on the wallpaper, the matte black of his laptop pulsed with warmth. He looked up at the transluscent blue patch of open sky.
Leaping up he Instinctively threw off the layers that had isolated him. He breathed deeply, two or three times, before sinking back onto his chair. His fingers flew over the keys.
It wasn’t the cold that had induced writers block. It was the lack of light.
Coming from a warm climate he’d always taken the sun for granted.
He sat back for a minute, and opened his face to the golden orb that spun and pulsed in the little lake of blue.
The essay contest rankled the Soviet’s . representatives. The Soviets were famous for using their veto power in the Security Council; they cast 45 vetoes in the first five years of the .’s existence. The chief Soviet delegate to the United Nations, Jacob Malik, launched into a tirade about the essay contest on September 16, 1950. He claimed that . Secretary General Trygve Lie had promised to end the contest. He was infuriated to learn that it was still on, and that winners were about to be announced. Malik declared that the contest organizers “aimed at undermining one of the basic principles of the United Nations Charter.” Exactly what that “basic principle” entailed was not stated. Lie merely replied that he was “surprised that the Soviet delegation should take such interest in a relatively minor administrative question.”
Ignorance is not bliss, and education is the cure to ignorance. I believe that every child has the right to be educated, and that same child should be able to see their ancestors in the history books. American history is not just one history. It is many histories — white history, black history, Latino history and women’s history. Because in the end we are all one race: the human race. If I were the first African-American female president, I would be shattering the prejudice gaps that exist in our society, and taking a step closer to ending stereotypical injustice.