A lesson Before Dying

In the book A lesson in front Dying the chracters in the book have a lot of different personalities. at that place are many ways to compare the meaning of the characters name to themselves in the book. Grants name means great and as in the fiction he struggles between the meaning of life and the things that control it, many influences in his life show him valuble things that help him get through his struggles of being a dimmed man in the south with an education, and himself considering he is powerless against changing his life around.Vivians name means alive, and as it shows she is a white schoolteacher and represents grants single side, in a way that pushes him in the way of doing great things, provided her family does not accept grant because of his color. She shows frant the meaning of being alive and working for things. Emmas name means universal so in a way it ties in with her in the story because she has an open mind and is kind to constantlyyone no guinea pig the ra ce, or ethnicity.She shows nation the good they have in themselves and why it is important to show love and kindness. Lastly there is Paul and his name means small, since he is the youngest in the sheriffs department he is more tolerant but stubborn, and finds new ways for things, and everyone say he comes from a good stock, which means he comes from a family that he treats people well regardless of race or ethnicity. Many of the names from the characters go along with their personalities in the story, not always hardly the similar but close to who they are.A Lesson out front DyingProfessor Askassi ENGL 102 Section 021 12 April 2010 Rodnikas Personal Reflection on A Lesson Before Dying. The story, A Lesson Before Dying by Ernest J. Gaines is a awesome book so far. I can relate to this whole situation in numerous of ways. This story just bring okay a time that my familiar had to go through course of instructions ago and how he is still paying the charge even though he red-ha nded in all matters. I believe that the mash system is full of a lot of stuff. They convict incents people for no reason. I can cerebrate how not only Jefferson but his family is going through.My life has change in way that I couldnt hypothesize after my fellow was locked up and strong belief to life in prison. My life changed tremendously on August 15, 2007 as I sit in the court room with my family and friend as the prosecuting officer read the verdict of my brother Rodney as guilty with two counts of first-degree murder charges and life in prison. I sat there crying oer and over again because I knew that just wasnt true and they made a mistake but then I realize that I will never see my brother again walking on these streets.The way I was raised as Im my brother keeper and the same goes for him. purge though, he wasnt my mother child she felt grief that I was going through. Just a year before, my brother and I were sitting immaterial Barry Farm propinquity in Washington, Dc with my cousins and friends on a nice spring day. We all was out enjoying the fair weather and was refulgent to be around the neighborhood where all the fun happens at. Even, thought this environment wasnt as safe as it should we still enjoy ourselves and was glad to be around there.But then same iniquity time, and that was my key to go in the house because too much stuff goes on at night time. I got a funny judgement inside of me to tell my brother to come inside too but at the age of twenty-one he just wouldnt listen to me. The clock hit one in the morning and I started to hear a lot of zep shots foreign of my cousin window. Then when I heard a lot going off I just knew something wasnt right. I looked outside and there was a gunfight going on in the neighborhood. I was scared and nervous cause I didnt know where my brother was.The gun shot had to have stop twenty minutes later. I called and called my brother because I heard police siren everywhere in neighborhood. But, h e never answered the phone. I didnt remainder at all that night. But, then I finally got a phone call saying that the police had locked him up and took him in. I was so shocked I knew my brother wasnt responsible for that sedate activity that went on. When, my family and I got down there they said there are locking my brother up because he was the key shooter of this event and they put the gun he was using.I knew my brother never owned a gun. We had to wait months for the DA to come out with bear witness that they thought they had on Rodney. While, going through trail they explained that the fingerprint on the gun matched my brother. But, I knew that was impossible. We always question them to do another test but they ignore us every time. I believe its funny how the court systems lock poor innocent people up. My brother is in there surviving time for something he had postcode to do with.Till this day we are still trying to get his case back on trail so we can retest the fingerp rint on the gun again. He was just in the impose on _or_ oppress place at the wrong time. In the story A Lesson Before Dying, I feel sorry for Jefferson a young black man that was in a situation at the wrong place at the wrong time just like my brother Rodney. They are both in the system surviving time and will never walk foot outside of a jail yard ever again. It funny the system believes and does what they want to do and thinks it alright. But, in my brother case they will not win this battle.A Lesson Before DyingProfessor Askassi ENGL 102 Section 021 12 April 2010 Rodnikas Personal Reflection on A Lesson Before Dying. The story, A Lesson Before Dying by Ernest J. Gaines is a awesome book so far. I can relate to this whole situation in numerous of ways. This story just bring back a time that my brother had to go through years ago and how he is still paying the price even though he guilty in all matters. I believe that the court system is full of a lot of stuff. They convict incen ts people for no reason. I can imagine how not only Jefferson but his family is going through.My life has change in way that I couldnt imagine after my brother was locked up and sentence to life in prison. My life changed tremendously on August 15, 2007 as I sat in the court room with my family and friend as the prosecutor read the verdict of my brother Rodney as guilty with two counts of first-degree murder charges and life in prison. I sat there crying over and over again because I knew that just wasnt true and they made a mistake but then I realize that I will never see my brother again walking on these streets.The way I was raised as Im my brother keeper and the same goes for him. Even though, he wasnt my mother child she felt grief that I was going through. Just a year before, my brother and I were sitting outside Barry Farm neighborhood in Washington, Dc with my cousins and friends on a nice spring day. We all was out enjoying the sun and was glad to be around the neighborhood where all the fun happens at. Even, thought this environment wasnt as safe as it should we still enjoy ourselves and was glad to be around there.But then same night time, and that was my key to go in the house because too much stuff goes on at night time. I got a funny feeling inside of me to tell my brother to come inside too but at the age of twenty-one he just wouldnt listen to me. The clock hit one in the morning and I started to hear a lot of gun shots outside of my cousin window. Then when I heard a lot going off I just knew something wasnt right. I looked outside and there was a shootout going on in the neighborhood. I was scared and nervous cause I didnt know where my brother was.The gun shot had to have stopped twenty minutes later. I called and called my brother because I heard police siren everywhere in neighborhood. But, he never answered the phone. I didnt sleep at all that night. But, then I finally got a phone call saying that the police had locked him up and took hi m in. I was so shocked I knew my brother wasnt responsible for that dangerous activity that went on. When, my family and I got down there they said there are locking my brother up because he was the key shooter of this event and they found the gun he was using.I knew my brother never owned a gun. We had to wait months for the DA to come out with evidenced that they thought they had on Rodney. While, going through trail they explained that the fingerprint on the gun matched my brother. But, I knew that was impossible. We always question them to do another test but they ignore us every time. I believe its funny how the court systems lock poor innocent people up. My brother is in there surviving time for something he had nothing to do with.Till this day we are still trying to get his case back on trail so we can retest the fingerprint on the gun again. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. In the story A Lesson Before Dying, I feel sorry for Jefferson a young black man that was in a situation at the wrong place at the wrong time just like my brother Rodney. They are both in the system surviving time and will never walk foot outside of a jail yard ever again. It funny the system believes and does what they want to do and thinks it alright. But, in my brother case they will not win this battle.