Cesar Chavez was an American labor leader and civil rights activist who cofounded the United
Farm Workers union. He was born on March 31,
1927 in Yuma, Arizona. Cesar was one of six
children in a Mexican-American family.
His family moved to California to become
migrant farm workers. His family picked peas
and lettuce in the winter, cherries and beans in
the spring, corn and grapes in the summer, and
cotton in the fall. Cesar Chavez quit school in
the seventh grade to work in the fields full-time.
Cesar Chavez worked hard to support worker's
rights, organizing strikes and boycotts to
protest for higher worker wages.

Based on thoreau's transcendental beliefs, why might he have written an essay opposing the war? to explain the individual's responsibilities within a corrupt society to begin his own political career to call attention to the ways in which the government was essentially good to express his lack of interest in societal issues

Compare and contrast the merits and drawbacks of at least two of the scholarly approaches to literature described in this unit. be sure to mention at least one advantage that each approach has over the other. use one of the readings from this unit in your comparison. your answer should be at least 250 words.

Which excerpts from the war of the worldseffectively use setting to provide a contrast to the horror of the plot? (select all that apply.)the war of the worldshe remained standing at the edge of the pit that the thing had made for itself, staring at its strange appearance, astonished chiefly at its unusual shape and colour, and dimly perceiving even then some evidence of design in its arrival. the early morning was wonderfully still, and the sun, just clearing the pine trees towards weybridge, was already warm.they shouted consolation and promises, and went off back to the town again to get . one can imagine them, covered with sand, excited and disordered, running up the little street in the bright sunlight just as the shop folks were taking down their shutters and people were opening their bedroom windows.it was glaringly hot, not a cloud in the sky nor a breath of wind, and the only shadow was that of the few scattered pine trees. the burning heather had been extinguished, but the level ground towards ottershaw was blackened as far as one could see, and still giving off vertical streamers of smoke.an enormous hole had been made by the impact of the projectile, and the sand and gravel had been flung violently in every direction over the heath, forming heaps visible a mile and a half away. the heather was on fire eastward, and a thin blue smoke rose against the dawn.