The Crucible Essay

          In the play The Crucible all citizens living in the new world practiced a strict religion of Christianity. So strict you could be punished for preaching against the religion. Going against religion would be considered a social issue, as in the play, John Proctor was accused of witch craft. Witch craft was seen as a scandalous practice of actions that contradicts Christianity.
          John Proctor along with hundreds of others were accused during this social movement known as the "Salem Witch Trials." Before I continue on lets talk clarify the difference between social correctness and political correctness. Social correctness is the mod mentality of the mass majority pressuring people into thinking that a certain action is correct or incorrect. Political correctness is what the law says is correct or incorrect no argument whatsoever.
          Unlike the 21st century people weren't aloud to practice free religion in the 15th century because "Christianity is the correct path," as stated from the church and high clergymen and in that time the church had high powerful choices on politics so not only did the other "godless" or "non-believers" seize the social view but also went against the political views.

Descriptive Essay

                                                    One Unfortunate Night

          It was a cool night, a night with the "bros" exchanging insults and laughter. It was the four of us going for a ride to all be dropped off at different locations. It went Brian the driver, Derrick riding shotgun, me behind the the diver seat, and my cousin Eddie to my right. We first go to drop off Derrick at a night club on Santamonica Boulevard. The part of Santamonica that is a little west and looks flamboyant. We're all making fun of him saying " Derrick why are you going to a gay night club?" But the reason why was because he was leaving California and his friends chose to have a going away party a at gay night club. However, we arrive and just sit in the car parked by the curve and talk for a couple of minutes with busy traffic to our side. We think we see high beams from a cars head lights behind us as a signal telling us to move, so we  move forward just a couple feet then we hear the dreaded sound of a siren.
          "WHEW" the police car made. We instantly stopped and I look backwards to see the patriotic colors of our country flashing gloriously. Red, blue, red, blue. We all simultaneously say our different favorite words "shit, uh-oh, fuck, great." My heart is beating moderately fast and I'm thinking "the officer will know nothing bad was intended." I was wrong. As soon as the officer walked up to my door then Brian's door he had his gun drawn blinding me with his light. He aggressively orders "Hands on the dash board and head rest!" We comply. He further orders Brian to open the door slowly and get out with his hands up. The officer forces Brian against my window, quickly takes his hands, cuffs him, pats him down shoulder to ankles, takes his wallet, phone, car keys and escorts Brian to the back of the cruiser. I look at Eddie and we both have this terrified look on our faces. The officer comes back and I can feel my arms trembling while holding the head rest. The Officer orders Derrick to step out through the driver side with his hands up and initiates the same cuff n' pat sequence taking anything in his pockets then off to the back of the cruiser Derrick went.
          The officer is back again for me, holding his pistol in my face and what seemed like the sun under the barrel of his gun because it was blinding me. He orders me to open the door slowly and that seemed like the longest seven seconds in my life. I step out with my hands up and caught a glimpse at the traffic waiting on the red light, there was a lot of faces of curiosity. I'm nervous, sweating, and my mouth is dry. The officer quickly turns me around cuffs me, pushes me against the car, and starts his pat down. Collar of my shirt, shoulders, arms, torso, hips, legs. Then he searched my pockets. Left pocket, pulled out my phone, back left pocket nothing, right pocket my keys, back right pocket my wallet. After he took my wallet I became a little ornery and turned my head to look at what he's doing with my wallet but he shouted an order to keep looking forward, I complied. I can see Eddie looking me in the eyes through the back window, a stare that lasted a few seconds but again, it felt like minutes. The officer then says "Okay Ryan, come this way," and walks me to the back of his cruiser and fits me in with Brian and Derrick. He closes the door and goes for Eddie.
          I jokingly say "Now what?" But I only receive the stare of eyes back into mine from Brian and Derrick. I look out the front window to watch the officer pat down Eddie, and Eddie was in a Hollywood high baseball uniform because he had a game that day so the officer gave him a little more leeway, didn't cuff him, and just spoke to him. The officer then comes back to the cruiser and inputs our I.D. cards that he took from our wallets into his computer. The officer asked us "Why did we do it?" And we responded with our reason about the high beams. He then takes us out one by one and uncuffs us while telling us "If there was any personal offence during my procedure I apologize because after ten years of working in the police force I have had people drive off like that because they either have guns or drugs on them." We acknowledge what he says and he gives us back our belongings and we part ways. Derrick goes to the club the officer drives off and Brian, Eddie, and I get back in the car in a little shock. fortunately the officer didn't the check the trunk, because that would have led to a different story.