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- - - - J. Hector St. John de Crèvecœur: was a French man who relocated to American colonies after mariage. His published works have impacted the ways in which we view the world today.
        " What a train of pleasing ideas this fair spectacle must suggest! It is a prospect which must inspire a good citizen with the most heartfelt pleasure. The difficulty consists in the manner of viewing so extensive a scene. He is arrived on a new continent; a modern society offers itself to his contemplation, different from what he had hitherto seen. It is not composed, as in Europe, of great lords who posses everything and of a heard of people who have nothing." ( St. JOHN)
  - - - MARCO RUBIO: is a member of the Republican Party in the United States, he is a lawyer and has served as a senator for Florida since 2011
        " Hard working families living paycheck to paycheck, one unexpected expense away from disaster...
        Young Americans, unable to start a career, a business or a family because they owe thousands in students loans for degrees that did not lead to jobs...
        And small business owners, left to smuggle under the weight of more taxes, more regulations and more government.
        Why is this happening in a country that for over two centuries has been defined by equality of opportunity?" ( RUBIO) .
- - - - FREDERICK DOUGLASS: was a formally ensalved individual who was able to find freedom and advocate for others who were silenced.
        " “If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; or it may be a physical one; or it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will.” ( DOUGLASS)
- - - - Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
      - From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
    - - Nameless here for evermore.
      - And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
    - - So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
      - “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
    - - This it is and nothing more.”
    - - "
        
        I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
        
        dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
        
        angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
        
        who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
        
        who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
        
        who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,