I remember being caught speaking Spanish at recess [...] I remember being sent to the corner of the classroom for "talking back" to the Anglo teacher when all I was trying to do was tell her how to pronounce my name. "If you want to be American, speak 'American'. If you don't like it, go back to Mexico where you belong".

    "I want you to speak English [...]", my mother would say, mortified that I spoke English like a Mexican. At Pan American University, I and all Chicano students were required to take two speech classes. Their purpose: to get rid of our accents.

ANZALDÚA, G. Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza. San Francisco: Aunt Lute Books, 1987.

O problema abordado nesse texto sobre imigrantes residentes nos Estados Unidos diz respeito aos prejuízos gerados pelo(a

Consider the following text:

Alexis, 7 years old and in first grade, always got home from school around 2:05 p.m. When she hadn’t arrived by 2:55 on a Friday in May 2002, her mother, Ayanna Patterson, began to worry. At 3, Patterson ran to the school in a panic. “That’s when I found out that my baby never made it,” Patterson told USA TODAY. “She never made it to school.” The story of Alexis’ disappearance started with a massive search for the little girl and sympathy for her family, but that quickly changed as her parents became suspects. Over the years, there have been conspiracy theories and false leads and cases of mistaken identity. Still, her mom has never given up hope that Alexis will come home again someday. In Season 4 of Unsolved, we work to get to the bottom of what really happened to Alexis, what efforts were made to find [...] why so many missing Black kids in America are never found.

Available in: https://www.usatoday.com/in-depth/news/investigations/2023/04/18/unsolved-season.

According to the text, it is correct to say that Alexis:

De acordo com as tirinhas, a filosofia de Charlie Brown para enfrentar a vida é:

Leia a tirinha de Jim Davis.

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A fala do homem no primeiro quadrinho apresenta uma

Warned

Sylvia Stults

The sands of time have rendered fear
Blue skies on high no longer clear
Stars were bright whence they came
Now dimmed, obscured, pollution's haze

Crystal clear our waters gleamed
Fish abundant, rivers streamed
Ocean floors sandy white
Now littered, brown, pollution's plight

Trees towered high above
Trunks baring professed love
Birds chirping from sites unseen
Gone, paper joined pollution's team

One can't blame pollution alone
As they say, you reap what you've sown
So let us plant a better seed
Tear out old roots, cultivate, weed

Protect what has been given for free
Our waters, skies, wildlife and trees
For once they're gone, don't you say
Consider yourself warned of that fatal day

Disponível em: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/warned. Acesso em: 09 mai. 2024.

Nesse poema, a autora Sylvia Stults quer estimular um sentimento de

WATTERSON, Bill. Disponível em: https://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/. Acesso em: 10 mai. 2024

Na tirinha, o comentário de Haroldo, o tigre, revela que ele