Can Writing Enact Social Change?

I think that writing can promote social change, but how strong the effects are may vary due to several factors. If you write a motivational piece, encouraging people to lose weight, and post it at a gym where people who are already in the process of losing weight, it won't make a difference. But if you were to post it where many overweight people are able to view it, you can make a bigger impact. in other words, when you write and wish to cause social changes, you have to know the right location, and communicate to the right people to do so.
Writing is a way for people to communicate or just get a message across to people who will feel/show sympathy, or can relate to. When, and how these people get to read a piece of literature they can relate to, then there will be social change.
It also depends on what kind of social change you want to happen. If the changes are more subtle, than the chances are that more people will join the cause, but if it is something more outrageous, and out of the ordinary, the less chance there is that people will follow. For example, more people will be willing to sign a petition, than join a rebellion that requires violence and whatnot.
To wrap up, i do believe that writing can enact social change, but the chances may vary on the who, what where, and how of the subject.

Pryor. Master, and Father.

Daniel Le 11-1
January 30, 2009
English III
Mr. Fiorini

The Father Who Owns His Children

Dear Mr. Pryor,

Or should I call you father? But then again, I am your property, so should I call you Master? If anyone were to ask me what I would call you, I wouldn’t know what to tell them either. I mean you haven’t been much of a father to me, or an owner. I guess I should be glad I was too young to work on the fields when I was still there, and now I am safe with my family. If I were to ask you, when was the last time you tucked me in for bed? When was the last time we spent some quality time shared between a father and his son? Or when was the last time you taught me something, like how to be a manly man, or how to court a girl? You probably don’t even know how old I am right now! Well for your information, “father,” I am thirteen now. Have you ever waked up to find that your family is gone, and to find out that you may never see them again? I cried for weeks and weeks, but you didn’t know that did you. That’s because you checked on me thrice from the time momma Ginny left with my brother and sister. After the first few weeks, it started to sink in that they aren’t coming back for me. I was determined to escape on my own, and if fate ordains, we might meet someday. From there, I taught myself how to write and read, so it would be easier to find my way to freedom. When my preparations were complete, I was taken by two men. It was soon revealed to me that they were hired by my mother to take me to her. I guess you can call that good timing. I felt the weight just rise off of my weak shoulders. Now, I can say that I truly belong to a real family. We may not have a father figure, but we have a mother who does her part, and she does a pretty good job of playing the role you were supposed to play.
Anyways, I am writing this letter as a final goodbye to you. I want you to know that I am happy with my family where I am, and we are perfectly capable of surviving on our own. I guess I should thank you for giving me half my life, but that is all the credit you get. I hope you have a good life, father, and master, whatever you wish to call yourself. Goodbye.



Sincerely,




Benny