Langston Hughes No Name Woman

Everyone has an Identity, including a dog who has a home or a stray cat who has a history in the neighborhood. Identity is something that represents you and your life and how people will look at you and know you. Identity is something you create while you grow up throughout your life. You can create one and change it however you like. In three essays of the name of No Name Woman by Maxine Hong Kingston, I just wanna be Average by Mike Rose and Salvation by Langston Hughes. In these essays they all found an Identity by going their own routes they think is best for them and while following that route they create their own Identity.

In the essay No Name Woman by Maxine Hong Kingston, she grew up in a very strict Chinese household who
In the essay, Hughes believed in Jesus because his aunt always talks about him and so he thinks proudly that he will see him. When all the “little lambs” went to the front one by one they were seeing Jesus being “cleansed” from their sins “...and he held out his arms to all us young sinners there on the mourner's bench. And the little girls cried. And some of them jumped up and went to Jesus right away. But most of us just sat there”(Hughes 183). But as he waited for his turn he never felt or saw Jesus to him. He saw as one of the “little lambs” named Westley lied and even cursed in the church, he decided to stand up making everyone believes he has seen Jesus. Hughes felt very guilty lying to everyone that he has seen Jesus, but he was also very upset that Jesus did not come to him “...but my aunt heard me, she woke up and told my uncle I was crying because the Holy Ghost came into my life, and I had seen Jesus. But I was really crying because I couldn’t bear to tell her that I lied…”(Hughes
He explains, how he first realized how much his appearance frightened others, particularly a white woman when he used to take late night walks as a graduate student. While he understands that he lives in a culture that is increasingly violent and dangerous, he begins o feel very frustrated that black men, are still judge and misjudge based on their appearance “To her, the youngish black man—a broad six feet two inches with a beard and billowing hair, both hands shoved into the pockets of a bulky military jacket—seemed menacingly close. After a few more quick glimpses, she picked up her pace and was soon running in earnest. Within seconds she disappeared into a cross street. “ (Staples