No! Living there would be a nightmare for me, I'm what you would call "mixed." In the book you're reading the towns folk believe in segregation and punish those unjustly because of the color of their skin. It's also a very poor part of Alabama based on the description so schools would be awful, neighborhoods might be riddled with crime, and community resources would be very limited or non-existent (community centers, parks, hospitals, etc).
As for the second half, it was absolutely cruel. The parents should have kept a better eye on their children and reprimanded them for being so inconsiderate. They should have also educated them on letting other people just be since we're all different, with our own challenges.
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n Forbidden Clothes by Jamila Gavin we have the theme of freedom, obedience, conflict, identity, tradition, culture, rebellion, respect, friendship and acceptance. Narrated in the third person by an unnamed narrator the reader realises after reading the story that Gavin may be exploring the theme of freedom. Nasreen feels free when she is with Louise. She is able to dress as she likes and to wear make-up. Something that she is not allowed to do in your own community. She is bound or hindered by tradition yet she wants to rebel against it when she can. In order to feel like a young teenager who has the world at their feet. Instead Nasreen is culturally stifled by her parents and her community. Knowing that by the age of sixteen she will be forced to marry a man that she has never met before and who will expect her to be an obedient housewife. If anything there is a real conflict in Nasreen’s life and she feels guilty about how she is acting. The reader aware that Nasreen feels uncomfortable going against her parents’ wishes. This may be important as despite her rebellion against her community. Nasreen still respects her parents’ traditions and faith.
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I'd say D but I'm not 100% certain. I'm like 95% sure its D tho
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The first time I drove my uncles 1962 black Chevrolet corvette with red velvet seats, I felt honored. It was the best feeling to have my hands on the wheel, finally steering. I was driving down an old back road with the wind blowing. It was approximately 78 degrees outside. But none of that mattered at the moment, it was all about what I would do after I pulled back in the driveway.
As I turned on my turning signal. My uncle stood on the porch and greeted me. He told me that he'd been expecting me to wreck or chip the paint. I laughed in amusement at him not having enough faith in me. Life is but a breeze so we need to learn how to live it correctly. I'm glad my first time driving wasn't as chaotic as he assumed it would've been.
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