The Punishment In John Hancock's Declaration Of Independence

John Hancock was an American Revolution leader born on January 23, 1737. He was a signer of the 1776 Declaration of Independence and a Massachusetts governor. He was raised by his very wealthy uncle who was a Boston merchant. When his uncle passed away Hancock inherited his uncles wealth and with it he aided the movement for American Independence. Hancock then became the president of the Second Continental Congress from 1775 until 1777 when he resigned.

John Hancock was the primary individual to sign the Declaration of Independence the main agents marked weeks after the fact. He was 39 When he marked it. He was conceived in Braintree Massachusetts January 23 1737. His dad was the Reverend John Hancock of braintree 1702 - 1744 a Congregationalist clergyman. His mom was Mary Hawke Thaxter who was conceived August 15 1667 passed on May 8 1752. His dad was a brilliant man who went to Harvard He turned into the minister of the congregation. Hancock was referred to as Johnny as a child. At the point when his dad kicked the bucket his mom who was to poor to bring up her children she sent him to live with his affluent close relative and uncle. When he was only 27 years of age his uncle passed away

When the towers were attacked early in the morning, my family and I were having a normal morning. We were waking up and you were three months old so I was focused getting you up for the morning and getting you changed and ready for the day. At about 7 in the morning, I turned on the news and saw what happened right after the first plane hit so I went to wake up your dad and told him what happened and he came out and we started watching the news. Minutes after the first plane hit was when the second plane hit and that’s when I knew that it was a terrorist attack and it was an event that i’ll never forget and it changed me and changed our country that day. Soon after, your dad and I realized the severity of the situation

Fourteen years ago, my father ran towards chaos as everyone ran away in fear. He believed he was just doing his duty to his country. He loaded up his gear got into the truck and began the long drive into lower Manhattan. Even at 5 years old I can still remember my mother sobbing, begging my dad not to go, not to get on the truck, to let the younger guys go. I remember sitting in front of the television watching the horrible terror that my dad was willingly walking into. My father was one of the hundreds of volunteer firemen that responded on that fateful September day. What didn’t cross our minds was that this heroic act could have negatively impact the rest our lives.

Resolutions to injustice requires the actions of good people, contributing by not only talking the talk, but walking the talk. The Holocaust during World War II was indicative of what can happen when good people choose not to get involved; ergo, an ethnic group was nearly exterminated as a result of non-interference. The Americans in 1775 fought a war because a tyrannical king did not agree with their most basic human rights; ergo, “Americans of the twenty-first century should not squander the heritage of constitutional liberty bequeathed by the

Thus showing he strives for a government that, when in the wrong or failing to uphold its citizens’ best interest relies upon individuals to help fix it. A modern day of example of this being the protest that have been held across the nation regarding the recent election. As Americans, we must stand up against inequality because it can no longer be an acceptable practice. In order for your voice to be heard and understood for future generations you must disobey what is unjust, thus making it the obligation of all of us to nourish the minds of those who are the future. As Thoreau says those who can do better are the ones that people should and will be willing to listen and learn

One of the most traumatic events in American history took place on September 11th, 2016. Millions of lives were affected both directly and indirectly by the evil acts of a terrorist group on American soil. While the physical damage done by the days’ events were very clear, the emotional wreckage was a little bit harder to see. The ruble of the twin towers has been cleaned up, and a new building has taken its place but the mental hardships and consequences of the fateful days’ events are still being felt. Paul, a 5 year old in 2001, was a victim of the attack, and encountered unthinkable loss as a result of the inhume actions. The trauma that he was subjected to on 9/11 left a lasting impact on him, and has severely altered his mental health.

Away from our sheltered society, there are children without an education. In and around our country, there are people risking their lives for their family’s benefit. This is because in their countries, countries that lack the wealth and luck of our own, there is war. Parents with young children are continuously fleeing in the hopes of a life with little destruction and trauma. They risk everything and venture abroad out of fear, because no child deserves to witness the devastation that war brings. War kills. War kills in front of children’s eyes, and it doesn’t care what age or gender, and it doesn’t care how many hearts it shatters. And these children have to grow up with the image of a loved one passing, and the weight of mental disorders it

The circumstances surrounding September 11th 2001 seem to be too much for a young child to grasp. At the age of eleven, I remember this day so vividly, but at such a young age I was unable to understand everything that was taking place before me. Although this day did not affect me directly, with time I have come to understand that situations as this one affects a nation as a whole. It seemed to be my first exposure to war in which I could remember. Beforehand, I knew nothing about what terrorist were and my country fighting in war seemed to be the least of my worries. Over time, I would learn more about the two. Today, as I grow into an adult I see the effects of current wars on children. I work in an environment where I come in close contact with children whose parents serve in the military. Although many of these children have no idea about the purpose of war or the outcome it may bring, they do know it as the single thing that takes their parents away for months at a time. I am mindful of the different reactions of these children. The stability in their life is altered with the absence of one parent being gone for long periods of time. The stability is what helps to build a strong family, and Garbarino states:

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People who are willing to challenge society for their rights and accept any resulting consequences will more often than not, cause a change in

I am part of a large family, I lived with a mother, father, three older sisters, and a younger brother. We lived in the large city of Los Angeles, California. There was no apparent infidelity that I was ever aware of in my family, but yet there seemed to be a small bit of the same crass attitude that my mother had for my father. He was stricken with a disability and unable to provide in the same manner she was accustomed. All of my siblings that could helped out in any way they could. The point is that we were a family that pulled together when needed. When I left for the military odyssey, I had no idea I would be placed in harm’s way. It was peace time. I made a surprise appearance one Christmas eve, my family was under the impression that I was still aboard ship and that I would be home in January for a visit. I secretly showed up on the front porch in full uniform, my sea bag slung over my shoulder. Holding back my own tears of excitement. I opened the front door and I stood there. For a brief moment frozen in time was my whole family, my beloved

“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor,” (Desmond Tutu). There have been countless instances of people rebelling for change for the perceived greater good. Injustices such as the merciless monarchy, abuse of the government, segregation, or discrimination, strike a movement and longing for change. In most cases, change -or at least a compromise- is met and betters history.

There comes a time, in most citizens’ lives when they must stand against their government to produce change. Change can only be acquired if people take the necessary actions for it to take place. Nelson Mandela was a historical revolutionist who helped his people in Africa, to revolt against the government, in order to bring about change. As a result, he was sentenced to prison for 27 years for trying to overthrow the government. Many revolutionist, such as Arundhati Roy and Martin Luther King Jr., explain in their essays how the role of the citizen is to stand against injustice, and how the government labels them as anti-national because of it.

Getting on our plane was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to, especially since my dad couldn’t come with us that day. December 8, 2010 was the day my family decided that moving to America would give me and my brother many more opportunities, keep in mind my parents hadn’t told us that we were moving to the US. I remember I had been hugging my dad saying goodbye to him and my mom had to come and grab me away from him. His face was through the window was the last thing I remember seeing before buckling my seat belt and laying down on my mother’s shoulder. Once we had landed my mother woke me up and said to me that I should help out with the luggage and the other belongings we had to take. The night went by probably faster than