Resistance in Popular Culture. Examples from Mainstream Media. When a people chooses the nonviolent path, it is all too often the case that hardly anyone pays attention. -Bishop Carlos Belo. The Response Based Approach. Five Main Assumptions
Examples from Mainstream Media
When a people chooses the nonviolent path, it is all too often the case that hardly anyone pays attention.
-Bishop Carlos Belo
Excerpt from “Still I Rise”
By Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
“The Hunger Games”
By Suzanne Collins
Millenium Series Trilogy
By Stieg Larsson
From The Girl Who Played With Fire by Steig Larsson
From “Because I Am Furniture”
I am always there.But they don’t care if I ambecause I am furniture.I don’t get hitI don’t get fondledI don’t get lovebecause I am furniture.
this is worse
than the normal yelling.
Quiet and earnest,
he is squatting in front of me.
I hunch on the couch.
“I know you think you want to play volleyball.
----aren’t I already?
Competition creates nastiness,
---dissolves nastiness, you mean
a false sense of empowerment, an ‘I’m better than you’ euphoria-
---my team is better than yours, maybe
believe me, I know. I wouldn’t want you to get caught up in that, the hunger for controls over others.
When I was young blah blahblahblah...”
My hearing sinks into a cool, soundless cellar,
my eyes watch his thin lips moving against each other in silence,
and I know
that Darren and Yaicha were right
when they once used our father to teach me the meaning of the word
When he finishes his oration with a “Do we understand each other?”
I say “Yes, Father.”
- But you didn’t specifically tell me to quit.
“I bought it with my own money.”
Yaicha is backed into a corner of the hallway, held against the doorjamb by our father’s wrath.
“I will not have you tarting up your face like a hooker!” he thunders, throwing her compact of blush against a wall.
But look at her, I want to tell him. She knows how to make it seem natural.
Yaicha scurries into her room.
He barrels through my shoulder as he stomps by, and I am staring at the tiny dent he made in the wall paint.
I pick up the plastic case, slipping it into my back pocket to give to her later.
It seems I move quietly in the darkened house because Yaicha doesn’t hear me come to the living room as she sinks onto her heels by his favourite chair.
I watch her
open the compact
draw a fingertip across the makeup
smear a thick pink line low across the fabric of the chair back,
grinning at it wickedly.
“Somebody that I used to know”
But you didn't have to cut me offMake out like it never happened and that we were nothingAnd I don't even need your loveBut you treat me like a stranger and that feels so roughNo you didn't have to stoop so lowHave your friends collect your records and then change your numberI guess that I don't need that thoughNow you're just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me overBut had me believing it was always something that I'd doneBut I don't wanna live that wayReading into every word you sayYou said that you could let it goAnd I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
“Love the Way You Lie” by Eminem & Rihanna
Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't meanAnd we fall back into the same patterns, same routineBut your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as meBut when it comes to love, you're just as blinded
Baby, please come back, it wasn't you, baby, it was meMaybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seemsMaybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcanoAll I know is I love you too much to walk away though
Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalkDon't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?
Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeballNext time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall
Next time? There won't be no next timeI apologize, even though I know it's liesI'm tired of the games, I just want her back, I know I'm a liarIf she ever tries to fuckin' leave again, I'ma tie her to the bedAnd set this house on fire
Just gonna stand there and watch me burnWell that's alright because I like the way it hurtsJust gonna stand there and hear me cryWell, that's alright because I love the way you lieI love the way you lie