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Emmy 'Homeland' Hero Rupert Friend Revisits Quinn's Sacrifice - 13 June 2017

As we enter Emmy season — nomination voting runs June 12 to June 26 — Yahoo TV will be spotlighting performances and other contributions that we feel deserve recognition.

He belongs in the Jack Bauer category of TV hero: Peter Quinn, the Homeland paramilitary officer who — spoiler alert, if you’re not caught up! — died in the Season 6 finale, sacrificing himself to save the President of the United States and his colleague/love interest, Carrie.

Joining the show as a guest star in Season 2, actor Rupert Friend quickly turned Quinn into a fan favorite. Viewers were crushed when he seemed almost certainly dead at the end of Season 5, after a sarin gas poisoning while on assignment. And while it was great news that he was alive when Season 6 premiered, he was a very different Quinn, his body and mind badly damaged by the gas, his spirit low, and drugs and alcohol his method of choice to deal with the devastation.

Yahoo TV talked with the Emmy-worthy British actor about his final season as Quinn, including his thrill to have the chance to show what a wounded warrior can do after suffering injuries, what he thinks ultimately severed the bond between Quinn and Carrie, and the story of how he wrote one of the series’ most memorable and beloved segments with Quinn’s Season 5 letter to Carrie.

I’m sure you’ve become very aware of how beloved Peter Quinn is to viewers, especially after the Season 6 finale.

Yeah, I’ve been overwhelmed by the fans’ response. I’m not a big social media, or frankly even Internet, guy, but we just couldn’t help but be exposed to the outpourings of love and remembrance for this character. Sometimes anger. Very, very strong emotions from people, and I guess I realized just how loyal both Quinn’s fans and also mine are, and that was a very wonderful thing to experience. I was very grateful for that.

What do you think it is about him — why did we become so invested in this character?

Can I ask you? Presumably, you follow the show. What is it about this guy?

I think it’s that he made so many sacrifices, and that we wanted so desperately for him to find some… I guess happiness was too optimistic for him, after everything he had been through… but I think we certainly hoped he would find some peace. I think the audience, to the very end, hoped that would be true. He was a funny guy a lot of the time, as well. There was really just a lot to love about him. He was smart and no-nonsense, loyal, and, as you said in another interview, he was more self-aware than any of the other characters.

Yes, I think he came to be. When we first met him back in Season 2, he was kind of a wisea**, kind of cocky, and I think he just knew he was good at his job, but couldn’t talk about his job and didn’t care. He had almost like a kind of frat boy quality about him, in a way. He just behaved as if there were no consequences. What I loved following him through the seasons was seeing his conscience and his soul and his moral code develop, to the point where he questioned his position in the black ops society, what he was being asked to do for money, his relationships, both professional and personal. Toward the end of Season 6, he was really questioning the morality of somebody who would risk his life, awake him from a coma, and [doing] so cause these injuries to his body and mind. Carrie doesn’t seem to understand why that’s morally bankrupt. That, to me, is a big flag of how Carrie and Quinn have really grown apart morally by the end of Season 6. I think one of the things that I loved about him is he wasn’t — we have this expression in the U.K. — a “goody two-shoes.” I don’t know if that exists in America. Do you have that here?

We do.

Yeah, so he wasn’t a goody two-shoes. He wasn’t just an amazing guy who was saving kittens from trees every weekend. He was a cold-blooded killer for money, and he was at times cruel and at times incredibly efficient and effectual in his work. Yet, you always sensed underneath all that, that he had this heart of gold, that he’d be an amazing friend, if only he could learn to trust somebody. My heart broke for him when I realized that he died not ever having found that person. Dar Adal betrayed him, Carrie betrayed him. He had a few one-night stands, and they’re not worth the paper they’re written on. He didn’t really have a friend. He didn’t know his child. It made me realize how lucky I am to have relationships that I trust, because this guy didn’t even get close to that.

His story is very tragic. Do you see him as a hero, though?

Absolutely; he’s absolutely a hero. He’s my hero, and he is someone who pays heroically, in the Greek sense of the word. Especially at the end there, he could perform the ultimate selfless act. I think heroes understand that there is a greater moral code than just putting the self first. There is a sense of, whether it’s your country or peace or just what’s right, they put what’s right before their own interests.

Is it true that you wrote Quinn’s goodbye letterto Carrie at the end of Season 5?

That is true, yes. I’ll never forget… I was actually in Paris. [Showrunner Alex Gansa] had phoned me and said, “Listen, I’ll be honest with you. I’m so slammed here, and I have to write this letter, and I don’t know what to do. I’m running out of time, and I have to write another episode. Do you think you could have a crack at it?” I said, “Sure.” I wrote the letter, sent it off, and kind of thought, “I’ve never been asked to contribute before, and they’ll just say, ‘Thanks a lot, but no thanks.’”

I was in Paris when the episode came in. I was sitting in the Jardin des Tuileries. I remember it very clearly, reading the new episode, and I got to the end and my heart just skipped a beat, because they’d printed the whole thing, word for word. And they called the episode “A False Glimmer,” which is a direct quote from the letter. I was like, “Wow, this episode is titled [with] my words, and it ends with my letter.” It was an incredible moment.

I think a lot of fans felt very angry that we didn’t get to see Quinn’s memorial service. That letter is the only thing that really gives us a bit of what that would have been like, a bit of closure.

I haven’t watched Homeland at all, but we watched the finale, like a respectful thing to do for Quinn, actually. [My wife] Aimee and I watched it as sort of a sendoff, and it was a bit jarring that nobody showed us how anyone celebrated this guy, the few people that knew him. As he says in the letter, “Don’t put a star on the wall for me, don’t say some dumb speech.” Then I think, “Okay, so how did these few people, who are not allowed to publicly celebrate him, remember him privately? What did they do? Did they go somewhere magical and special and sacred to him, and did they say some words? Did they pour a little whiskey on the ground? What happened?”

I missed that, and then afterwards, no one spoke about him. Carrie didn’t speak, Saul didn’t speak, Dar didn’t speak. Then I started thinking, “Hang on a second. If we didn’t see his body, no one checked his pulse…” Do you know what I mean? I’m like, “Maybe they dragged the President out of the car, took her to a safe place, and then what we don’t see is that they pulled Quinn out of the car and rushed him away.” He was only shot in the shoulders. Do you know what I mean? I was like, “Oh, I don’t know. Now, I’m going to feel really stupid giving all these death interviews.”

Is that really a possibility? Are you going to get another call from Alex, do you think?

On this show, everything is possible. The end of Season 5, I was taken aside and given a few thoughts by Alex. Then, I came back in Season 6, and it was very different, but I came back. I’ve been told it’s absolutely the end, but yeah, I agree with the fans. It’s funny, though, I also feel like maybe the fans remembering this guy in their own way is the best memorial that he could have had.

Quinn was going to die at the end of Season 5, came back in Season 6, in such a huge way. Do you think he should have died at the end of Season 5, or are you glad for all of the things that you did get to do with the character in Season 6? That he got to do even more heroic things, and portraying those injuries in such a realistic and respectful way — veterans and their loved ones have reached out to you about how much that meant to them, the way that you portrayed that.

First of all, thank you, because portraying a modern returning veteran, with modern injuries, truthfully was the top of my agenda. It’s something I will never understand, sacrifice in a way that veterans sacrifice. The only thing I can do is to try to pay tribute honestly, and that was a hugely important thing for me. I’m so grateful that we got a chance to tell the end of Quinn’s journey in this completely different way, to take this beloved action hero guy and make some realistic, circumstantial changes to his life. As you mentioned, I was in touch with veterans, with PTSD survivors and sufferers, with people who had strokes, with specialists in aphasia, with doctors from Veterans Administrative hospitals, doctors who specialize in chemical warfare. I also put on 20 pounds — I wanted [to show] that idea that if you sat in an institution, eating crappy food, you don’t exercise, you’ve just given up on life, and you’re just this kind of lump, you’re not the fit soldier that you used to be. There was a lot of stuff that I did to help that. It didn’t take any effort — wearing the hair, and not washing it, and just kind of being really quite gross, horribly scraggly beard and all of that stuff, just to really show that feeling of giving up that he had at the beginning of Season 6, that he has to overcome.

The response has been amazing, as you said, from the people that matter the most, which are the people that feel represented by this character. I’m very proud that we’ve had a hero in television — a major character in a big, popular TV show — who has basically been an action hero, while he’s semi-paralyzed, struggling with linguistic programming, and perhaps is unable to really formulate language he needs, and he can’t use both hands. We haven’t seen that before, and yet there are soldiers out there who are being wounded and continuing to fight. We know that happens, we just don’t get to see it. Whether that’s fighting in a battle, or coming home and fighting against prejudice or social exclusion or the inability to get work, or, how are you going to work if you’ve only got the use of one hand? That’s a fight that soldiers face. For soldiers, the fight doesn’t stop when they come home. The fight just changes, because we’re not really ready, as a society, to welcome soldiers in an effective way.

One of the best things about Quinn’s story in Season 6 is that the focus really became about what he could do, that he was still Quinn. He still had all of Quinn’s capabilities, and he found a way to be able to utilize all his skills.

Yeah, and I’m glad that that came across, because Quinn’s always been a man with great agency. He’s someone who can do. If you’re in trouble, if you need something, he’s someone I would want to call. That never went anywhere, and watching him go from giving up, and smoking crack with hookers in slum dens, to going, “No, I am the guy that can load and level a gun with one hand. I am the guy that can engineer a hostage scenario with trained military operatives, with one arm and one leg working” — all of that was real. There are no tricks. Everything that happened, one-sided as it were, happened with just one arm and one leg.

Just thinking about where the character started, you were a guest actor, and now to all the things that we got to learn about him, and all the things we’ve seen him do and go through… the series has been his story as much as anybody’s. I would guess that it’s tough to let go of him.

Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever fully let go of him, just because there’s something pure at the heart of Quinn, which I love. I think when you’re lucky enough to play somebody who has that effect on you, my privilege is I get to choose to take that with me. If I was to play somebody horrific, and I’ve certainly done that, I get to choose to say, “I don’t want any part of this. I’m washing my hands of this. This was a character that served a story, and that’s the end of that.” With this guy, there is so much strength and agency and goodness underneath, that I guess I feel it’s my job to carry that forward a little bit.

Having played this character who was so layered, and really has become a Jack Bauer-level hero, is it tougher to think about your next role? Do you find yourself comparing other roles to Quinn? And do you now maybe want to go do a comedy, or something just very different from Quinn, from Homeland?

Yeah, it’s a good question, and yeah, the answer is it’s a tough benchmark to follow. I think the mistake would be to compare roles to this one. To start, I got to play this guy for five years, in real time, which I think was about seven years in TV land time. That’s a privilege that you never get in the movies. You might play someone over the course of their life, but you’re going to do it in three or four months. There’s a depth there that is exciting in and of itself.

And yes, I would say to do something completely different — I think most actors are looking for that. I was lucky enough, before Season 6 began, I played a role in Armando Iannucci’s dark comedy The Death of Stalin, with Steve Buscemi, Jeffrey Tambor, and Michael Palin, who are all heroes of mine. I’m effectively the clown in the movie. I’m the ineffectual, drunk, spoiled son of Joseph Stalin. It’s ridiculous, I make a complete fool of myself every time I’m in the movie. And it was joyous. That was before Season 6, and now I’m looking at what to do next, and looking for something that is, yeah, either layered and wonderful and interesting, and/or completely different.

What if you did get a call from Alex Gansa this summer saying, “False alarm there, we do want to bring Quinn back again in some way.” Would you consider it, or would it depend on what they wanted to do?

I think the fans would riot. I would not be responsible for their actions. Yeah, I would want to know in what capacity. I would expect it was realistic, because we stuck to that all the way through. If you’re talking about a zombie Quinn, it’s not really a good thing; an angel, a ghost Quinn, all of that stuff is a little soap opera, but the writers are too good on Homeland to ever do that, so I wouldn’t worry about that

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Fic: Makers of History (Ao3) Fandom: DC Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, Mick Rory & Georgie Washington

Summary: Mick has enough of the Legends and decides to quit mid-mission to stay with someone who actually appreciates him.

Someone like - Georgie Washington.

(AU of 'Turncoat' where Mick stays in the American Revolution instead)

A/N: 100% inspired by an excellent idea by @jq-piccadilly, who is ALSO writing her own version of something similar which is going to be awesome - so everyone should go encourage her :D

also note the alternate fic style tag. this is written like a textbook.

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"I must say, I'm sorry to see you go," Georgie comments after releasing Mick from the hug. "We can always use good men such as yourself."

Mick frowns.

It's been so long since he's heard a kind word, and from the same sort of sneaky planner as Len used to be - so long since he's been anything but a burden, that he's been wanted - it's nice. He'd forgotten how nice.

"You know what," he says on an impulse. "Why not?"

"What?" Sara says blankly.

"Lemme get my stuff," Mick tells Georgie, who beams. "I'll be right back."

"Splendid!"

Mick turns and goes for the ship.

"What, what's going on?" Ray asks, jogging to catch up. He'd had to come see Georgie once before they left. "What did you mean?"

"Can I borrow your shrink tech for a bit?" Mick asks instead. "I need a way to carry shit, since there's gonna be more fighting before we get to stop. Gideon!"

"Yes, Mr. Rory?"

"I need books on early American history - military, political, biographical, whatnot, if you've got 'em, I want 'em - and print 'em on dyslexic-friendly paper, will ya? I need 'em in a single fake-book, make it look like the Bible to any eyes but mine. Make it run on - hmm - bit of Haircut's dwarfstar, and gimme a solar powered charger just in case."

"Will do, Mr. Rory," Gideon chirps.

"What are you doing?!" Ray exclaims.

"Throw in some maps," Mick says, ignoring him. "Natural resources, land prices around this period - horse racing win tallies, if we've got 'em. Standard staying kit, you know what I mean."

"Certainly, Mr. Rory."

"You can't possibly mean to stay," Stein says from the door.

"Gonna need cash," Mick continues. "Put all the shiny shit I have in my room in a chest with a loop on the end, so I can put it on a chain once it's shrunk, and toss in a few handfuls of pieces of eight or silver dollars to make up the rest. Oh, and some decent guns masked to look like era-appropriate pistols."

"Might I also suggest items to be used for cleanliness, Mr. Rory?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, lay in a supply. Especially flea repellant, that shit's not on."

"The effects on the timeline -" Stein adds.

"I'll be good, professor," Mick says. "Relax."

"Shall I include your audiobooks?" Gideon asks.

"My shrink's stuff? Yeah, might as well. Make 'em earmuffs."

"Excellent suggestion, Mr. Rory."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Sara says. "Mick's not leaving."

"Yeah, I am," Mick says. "Haircut, can I borrow that shrink thing you've got? I know you made a duplicate. I wanna shrink it all down to something I can carry."

"Uh, sure," Ray says, looking dazed. "But -"

"I'll also borrow your thingumajig for summoning the Waverider," Mick assures him. "Don't think I'll use it, but, y'know, just in case. Oh, Gideon - I want a full set of vacs before I go, and some of those future pills against malaria and cholera and shit like that."

"I'm including a full spectrum of medications, disguised in time-appropriate containers, with a guide on how to use them," Gideon reports. "I'll update your vaccinations if you'll just swing through the med bay before you go."

"Good luck, man," Jax says.

"Thanks," Mick tells him. He always did like Jax.

"Stop talking like he's going!" Sara shouts. "He's not going!"

Mick snorts, drawing her attention.

"Blondie," he says gently, pulling out Kronos' pulse rifle from where he'd shoved it behind his cabinet. "I'd like to try to see you stop me."

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The original origins of Michael "Mick" Rory remain shrouded in mystery. According to one primary source, he once informed a sitting room that he was born 'out west', undoubtedly referring to one of the remote outposts of one of the colonies, although we have uncovered no information as to which one.

His name (and nickname) suggest an Irish ancestry, but Mr. Rory does not appear to have been a devout Catholic. On the contrary, his regular habit of telling bawdy jokes in the morning got him expelled from more than one church later in life, and no historian has adequately determined what denomination or ethnicity he belonged to, only that he was most likely Irish but possibly some generations removed from Ireland, as no one ever commented on him having an accent.

Any information about his family life, education, or, indeed, youthful career have sadly been lost to history. Indeed, Mick Rory appears to have sprung, as if fully formed, to join Washington in crossing the Delaware.

An extraordinarily tall man for the era - 6'2", the same height as George Washington, himself a famously tall figure - Mick Rory's close association with the General led to the two of them being called 'the Titans': a fearsome and intimidating duo, and the sight of Mr. Rory standing at Washington's back was (reportedly) enough to convince several individuals of wavering loyalty to throw their support to the rebellion's cause. Indeed, unlike General Washington, Mr. Rory was not only tall, but reportedly very burly as well. The diaries of various soldiers that accompanied them spoke of his fondness for engaging in arm-wrestling, in which he virtually never lost, and of various feats of strength that were even more impressive given that at the time of the Revolution he was already in his early forties.

Mr. Rory's manner was generally coarse and his manners have been called "shockingly base", but by all accounts he was possessed of incredible wit and dry humor. He was rarely without a sly quip or, worse, a terrible pun at hand; Benjamin Franklin called him "a Menace at a Funeral" for his pithy manner and willingness to make jokes regardless of the solemnity of any given occasion. He was very popular with the common soldiers as a result. This helped him successfully win their allegiance when Washington fell ill, ensuring that Washington's plan was carried forth as originally planned rather than the deviations suggested by some of the main staff; military historians by and large agree that (based on what we now know of British troop deployment) the deviations would have resulted in large scale battles the Continental Army was ill-equipped to face. It is also agreed that Mr. Rory's skill in artillery (specifically, in the setting of explosions) was invaluable in aiding Washington in winning the war.

Despite his rough manner, few men made the mistake of thinking that Mr. Rory's manner meant that he was stupid, or at least they rarely made it twice. Mr. Rory had an extremely facile brain: slow to stir, but once stirred, fearsome in his intensity. He displayed an advance grasp of mathematics, astronavigation, physics and chemistry on numerous occasions, and although he often forgot common words (a trait commented on by numerous contemporaries, some kindly, others less so, and one which modern historians have suggested to be a form of aphasia), his ability to predict the actions of other people was well recognized as being little short of uncanny. Yet despite clearly being educated in numerous subjects, Mr. Rory refused to explain the nature of his schooling and possessed what all agreed was a common (some even said ill-bred) accent. There were suggestions that he was the illegitimate son of some rich baron, but Mr. Rory's only recorded hint on the subject was to say that his parents were very much married, and that he was the son of a farmer even though he knew nothing of farming himself; this implies some split between his family (of whom he almost never spoke) and him at a young age.

Some hint to Mr. Rory's background can be found in a series of letters from John Adams to his wife, in which he wrote, "that Man which at Regular intervals accompanies the General has Revealed himself a son of the Sea, rather than any Colony; he owns No Land nor Property of his own, but is of Very Great Wealth regardless, owning as he does a chest filled with silver and gold, which Some say is the Lost Treasure of the dreadful pirates that once Ruled the territory of New Providence Island, some Fifty Years ago. Indeed, the Man - who signs as M. Rory and who possesses an Appalling handwriting that speaks of a youthful weakening of the Eye - proudly Proclaims skills which no gentle Man would ever admit. I know this only because it became very Useful when the door to the assembly Hall was inadvertently Locked and we feared we would have Break it in order to Enter once more to Proceed upon our new Nation's business."

By this we can understand a number of the rumors that encircled this mysterious and under-recognized historical figure. Unlike some of the wilder tales concerning some of our other founding fathers (Hamilton's history in the Caribbean, or Lafayette's supposed need to cross-dress to escape France), this story is lent some credence from the fact that Mr. Rory's lock-picking abilities (referred to obliquely by John Adams above, and mentioned repeatedly by his cousin Samuel Adams, another good friend of Mr. Rory) were referenced in numerous sources. He is said to have kept lock-picks in his hat, so as better have access to them whenever he needed them - one source even reported (albeit by hearsay) that he used them to escape when he was at one point captured by the British, after requesting that his hat be returned to him as his final request.

Yet that was not the only suggestion we have of a potentially infamous past. Multiple sources speak admiringly of Mr. Rory's extraordinary talent with firearms. One newspaper at the time referred to him in exalting tones as "He Who Never Misses and Never Misfires!" Indeed, Mr. Rory notoriously kept a pair of dueling pistols from which he could fire very nearly as effectively as a rifle, and which he swore would never misfire. Stories abound of the instance in which Mr. Hamilton impetuously challenged Mr. Rory to a duel, but Mr. Rory first requested that he be permitted to demonstrate his shooting talents, performing such tricks as shooting a moving target and putting out the center of a playing card. This display was so impressive that Mr. Hamilton retracted his challenge at once and the two became fine friends after that point. One source claims that Mr. Rory attributed his skills from having once been in a circus, but no other sources make any such mention and (given the scarcity of circuses as we now know them in that era) no historian has given any credence to such allegations.

We also have some hints of a prior tragedy in Mr. Rory's life. For the short period in which he appears in historical manuscripts, Mr. Rory was never recorded as married. Although he had a reputation as a ladies' man in words - many women would flock to parties in which he was rumored to attend in order to be scandalized by his coarse ideas of what constituted a compliment - Mr. Rory was equally notorious for his lack of affairs, a state which he ascribed to an ongoing state of mourning for a woman called Lenore. The diary of Martha Washington reports that when Mr. Rory became seriously drunk (as opposed to merely mildly intoxicated), he would speak of her as his partner in all things, a brilliant woman with an icy demeanor that perfectly balanced out his own fiery temper, and called her the greatest planner and finest hero he'd ever known. Sadly, Mr. Rory (who many historians believe to have been dyslexic due to the references to the weakness of his eyes accompanied by the fact that no one ever referred to him wearing spectacles) did not keep a diary of his own, so the identity of this romantic Lenore has remained as mysterious as the rest of his past. It is, however, undeniable that Mr. Rory established a reputation as a man who was virtually incorruptible when it came to the approaches of women.

His opinions were no less shockingly modern than his language. Perhaps unsurprisingly given his admiration of his lost Lenore (some historians suggest that Mr. Rory's story, despite the relative anonymity that surrounded him after his death, was the inspiration of Edgar Allen Poe's poem, the Raven, but many others disagree), Mr. Rory's views on women were extremely progressive for his era. He was one of the few men who suggested - quite seriously, by all accounts - that women be given the right to vote, equal to men, and he advocated passionately and successfully for more equal divorce laws and inheritance rights for widows and female children. He also established the first shelter in America explicitly devoted to women suffering from domestic violence and fleeing, sometimes with their children, from their husbands. Although many of his contemporaries objected, arguing that married women were not being abused but merely disciplined, Mr. Rory produced two sets of arguments which in the end permitted his shelter (the Shoshana House, named, he claimed, after the mother of his beloved Lenore, a childhood victim of an abusive father) to flourish. The first argument related to a long-buried reference to the Roman republic, establishing that the tradition of the pater familias was accompanied by a fierce disdain of any many who beat his wife and that such a man was ostracized for his actions - such an argument carried significant weight with many of Mr. Rory's contemporaries, many of whom hoped to model their fledging republic after the great Greek and Roman republics of old. The second argument, although less eloquent, may have also been more immediately effective in preserving his project: when his plans for the building were rebuffed upon revelation, Mr. Rory apparently challenged any who objected to the purpose of his charity to "fight me". Accompanied by Mr. Rory's height, strength, and notorious skill at arms, this may have encouraged people not to object too vociferously to the project, which continued to flourish after his death.

Women's rights were not the only realm in which Mr. Rory was progressive. A landless but wealthy man, with the air of a pirate and the tricks that (to quote John Adams) no gentleman would admit, appearing out of nowhere to save General Washington's life, unsurprisingly caused some consternation among the wealthy landowners of the South - consternation that was only worsened by the fact that from his very first appearance, Mr. Rory was an avid (some say rabid) abolitionist, referring to slavery in a speech transcribed and published by one newspaper as a blot on America's record, an injustice and hypocrisy against the principles that America purported to represent, and likely to be the cause of a terrible cataclysm that would rip the nation in two when the abolitionists and slave-owners finally "had it out", as Mr. Rory colorfully described. This prescient view of the future, sadly, did not convince many at the time, but it is said to be due to Mr. Rory's influence that General Washington freed all his slaves within his own lifetime, rather than at his death as he'd previously planned. Many of the freed slaves continued to work on Washington's home, receiving a wage that they were permitted to use however they saw fit.

Some historians even point to Mr. Rory as the cause of Washington's later split with Jefferson, a slave-owner who favored releasing slaves upon the death of the owner; however, numerous anecdotes suggest that Washington's opposition to Jefferson was ideological, not personal, and would have happened regardless. That being said, Mr. Rory was in fact banned from Monticello after he notoriously called Jefferson a "liver-bellied coward who rapes his dead wife's half-sister and enslaves his children by her to hide the proof", which many historians believe to be the only time Jefferson's association with Sally Hemmings (which many modern day scholars view as rape, rather than a consensual or "mistress" relationship as it was viewed in previous generations) was ever publically called out. Unsurprisingly, Jefferson refused to have anything to do with Mr. Rory after that point, despite their agreement on other points of reform.

One area in which Mr. Rory was particularly involved was his passionate support for the reform of the criminal justice system. Although not all of his ideas were adopted - many of which were deemed so radical that they were censored from publication - he is responsible for ensuring that provisions that preserved the rights of incarcerated individuals, including the right to regular communication (a first amendment right which has since been interpreted as outlawing solitary imprisonment for longer than two weeks) and of appeal. He also championed an early version of the concept of structural inequality, claiming that the protection afforded by the provision of a local twelve-man jury (stalwart of the British system of law) was useless if the selection of the defendants was perverted to begin with. The inclusion of the phrase "or prosecution" in the Fourth Amendment outlawing "cruel and unusual punishment" is popularly ascribed to Mr. Rory; the phrase lay dormant for centuries, only to be seized upon by the Warren Court in the civil rights era as the vehicle to defeat racial bias in prosecutorial discretion and, more recently, as a vehicle to implement protections against systematic discrimination in the prison system and gerrymandering generally.

Aside from his often controversial political views, Mr. Rory was often noted to have a convivial and charming personality, despite his occasional bouts of moodiness and depression, and also despite a temper that could reliably be roused against individuals who irritated him - luckily for those around him, that temper was easily restrained by someone he trusted, usually Washington, keeping a level head. Though when Washington was truly incensed, Mr. Rory's fury was well-nigh unstoppable.

Last, but certainly not least, Mr. Rory had one particularly notable characteristic: he was a pyromaniac. Although it was not characterized as such at the time, the medical term not yet being coined, Mr. Rory's tendency to dissociate while staring at flames was widely noted, and he often lit candles or matches even during the day - an eccentricity that, if not for his great wealth, might have been ruinously expensive. He notoriously torched a number of British forts during the war and some of his critics snidely accused him of various arsons thereafter, accusations that never failed to amuse him - though they had a tendency to enrage his host.

His host, of course, being his good friend George Washington, his eternal advocate and close friend - and, to everyone's amusement, the man whom Mr. Rory never failingly referred to as "Georgie", no matter how solemn the situation. Several records of Washington's inauguration indicate that shortly after the solemn ceremony was done, Mr. Rory slapped Washington on the back and proclaimed, "I told ya you could do it, Georgie!", and this was not the only such incident. Mr. Rory first appeared, as we have said, in the crossing of the Delaware and remained a close confidant of Washington thereafter, Washington stating on a number of occasion that Mr. Rory had saved his life and had given him a good tongue-lashing about not letting cultural preconceptions get in the way of victory at the same time. Mr. Rory was separated from Washington a few times, when he led bands of his own - he preferred covert missions with small teams to leading his own squadron, as his colleague Hamilton longed to do - but after the end of the war, Washington invited him to stay with him at Mount Vernon, and Mr. Rory did so.

Once at Mount Vernon, Mr. Rory made several investments in land and stock which turned out quite well for him, as well as a surprisingly series of victories at the Newmarket Courses, the oldest of the new nation's horse racing tracks. His wealth, so supplemented, was spent primarily on charitable acts thereafter - the aforementioned shelter for women and children, several schools of fine quality that accepted only orphans and other impoverished children, and so on. Interestingly enough, he gave almost none of his wealth to the church, refusing to identify which denomination he belong - stating only that the God he believed in was good enough to share and share alike, leading to suppositions that he was a Quaker or a Lutheran, or possibly some other sect. One historian has proposed that as a pyromaniac, Mr. Rory might have developed a personal spiritualism set around fire, which would match certain of his statements, but this theory has not 'caught fire' with certain historians.

Little is know of his interactions at the Constitutional Convention, there at Washington's side as always, other than what has already been discussed, but he was an avid Federalist who blasted Jefferson's Republicans as longing to return the nation to an agrarian paradise that had never existed. He also strongly supported Hamilton's proposal of a national bank, although (perhaps strangely) he did support the location of the new capital on the Potomac instead of in a northern city. His comment, made to a local newspaper, at the time of the selection of the plot of what would later be called Washington D.C. was that it was only fitting that "the Swamp of Politics should be given a Swamp of Its Own."

Of his later years, little has been said. Mr. Rory retained his extraordinary vitality and health, hardly even seeming to age, and he continued to pick fights like a common sailor in the dockyard taverns long after he had been recognized as a great man and his portrait painted, to have a place of honor at Mount Vernon. He stood by Washington through the Revolutionary War, and again during the Whiskey Rebellion. No cause of death has ever been identified, although one very strange story appears in the diary of Martha Washington.

She writes that in 1797, shortly after Washington's retirement to Mount Vernon, a retirement which Mr. Rory - ever loyal - joined and even assisted in preparing for by helping set up a distillery on Mount Vernon, the first batch of spirits being produced in February of that year, Mr. Rory began to act increasingly unusually. He would often sit alone; this was not unusual during his depressive periods, but was now accompanied by an aggressive desire for privacy. He also developed a habit of speaking to the air as though carrying on a conversation. He became excited and enthusiastic in a way which Washington commented he had never seen before despite their friendship of now over twenty years running.

And then, Martha records, one day he came out from his room with tears of joy in his eyes, grasping Washington by the hands and telling him that his "Lenny" (undoubtedly a reference to his much-beloved Lenore) was coming to fetch him and insisting he had always known that death would be no impediment to their partnership. The Washingtons naturally became extremely concerned, particularly as in regards to Mr. Rory's mental state, but Mr. Rory assured him that he was very happy to be going and would hear no word against it. He then proceeded to pack up his most precious belongings, distributed the remainder, embraced Washington and wished him well, and then walked out of Mount Vernon for the last time. He was never seen again thereafter, not in any historical record that we have been able to locate.

With that fascinating exit - one of which has launched a dozen ghost stories, with locals claiming that they could on dark nights still see a big man and an equally tall woman, almost mannish in her slenderness, walk hand-in-hand into the sky and disappear into a shower of blue sparks - Mick Rory walks out of the narrative, on his own terms, just as he had every other aspect of his life.

His statute still stands in Washington D.C. today, and although he is one of our lesser known Founding Fathers, never having held formal political office, it is my belief that this man has had tremendous impact on the shape of our nation -

('The Stalwart: The Strange Life of Mick Rory, Washington's Best Friend', a thesis paper by F. Smoak, Starling State University)

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"Oh my god, we've ruined history," Nate moans.

"You're kidding, right?" Jax says. "This is awesome."

"He changed the Constitution, Jax!" Sara hisses. "He knew he was supposed to lay low and he changed. The. Constitution!"

"Yeah, for the better," Jax shoots back. "So what's the big deal?"

"I must admit the anti-gerrymandering laws seem very useful," Stein says.

"Plus the systemic bias in prisons thing!"

"Guys!" Sara holds up her hands. "We're supposed to keep the timeline intact, remember?"

"We were originally recruited to help Rip change the timeline by killing Savage before his family died," Jax replies, unimpressed. "Remember?"

Sara pauses. "Well, yeah, I mean, I guess..."

"I can't believe I'm friends with a Founding Father!" Ray says cheerfully, not for the first time. "This is so cool!"

"They're just men," Amaya reminds him, also not for the first time, but she's smiling over at the corner where Mick and the now-resurrected Leonard Snart are talking, still hand-in-hand and each refusing to let go.

"Twenty years," Mick is saying.

"You did good," Len replies, shaking his head. "Besides, it gave you time to work out the remainder of that brainwashing from the Time Masters, didn't it?"

"Twenty. Goddamn. Years. Lenny. If my exposure to the Oculus during my time as a bounty hunter hadn't had those side effects about my aging - or lack thereof - then -"

"Yeah, well, it did. As it did to me."

Mick snorts. "Still, twenty years..."

"Hey," Len says. "I told you I was always coming back for you. I never said when."

"Asshole."

"Pyro."

"Thief."

"Husband."

"Ghost."

"Founding Father."

Mick grins. "Okay," he says. "Guilty on all counts."

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Assignment代写：Antisemitic thoughts in the collective unconscious

下面为大家整理一篇优秀的assignment代写范文- Antisemitic thoughts in the collective unconscious，供大家参考学习，这篇论文讨论了集体无意识中的反犹思想。反犹主义指的是厌恶、排斥、仇视犹太人的思想和行为。自从基督教在欧洲大获全胜后，反犹主义通过其历史进程、社会行为、文化演绎在意识形态中不断强化，形成了具有传承性的各种原型，进入了西方非犹文化里集体无意识中的格式塔，在人们的潜意识中发挥作用，也就是说反犹现象并不总是在有意识情况下发生，有时也会在无意识的情况下得到表露。

Based on the antisemitic thoughts in the collective unconscious of American subject culture, this assignment analyzes three elaborative designs of malamud's "silver crown", thus revealing the theme expressed by the author to the readers: the antisemitic thoughts in the collective unconscious are the fundamental reason for confining the jewish people to pursue equality.

Collective unconsciousness is a term used in analytical psychology by Carl jung, a Swiss psychologist and founder of analytical psychology. Jung divided the unconscious into the individual unconscious and the collective unconscious. He thinks that collective unconscious is retained by genetic countless similar experience in the heart bottom of universal human spirit, is the individual unconscious at a deeper level, is the social environment in the process of biological evolution and cultural and historical factors in psychological accumulation, is etched in the structure of the brain consciousness before each generation of the accumulation of experience and reflection. It accumulates in the structure of human brain with a form of ambiguous memory, and can be awakened and activated under certain conditions. It is hidden in the deepest part of the human mind, which is a common base beyond all cultures and consciousness. It provides a reasonable explanation and basis for cultural phenomena appearing in different places, different times and unrelated in human history, as well as a possibility to explain the common psychology of human beings. At the same time, it also constitutes the deep structure of national spirit, which is a gestalt that can distinguish this nation from that nation. The vast majority of the individual unconscious is composed of "complex", while the collective unconscious is mainly composed of "archetype". Prototype is not experience, its impression is experience, which is expressed by original image. British scholar thibaut gold are revised, the archetypal pattern of human emotions is not inherent in advance in the structure of individual heart, but by special language image in the heart of the poet and the reader is rebuilt, the so-called prototype does not as a carrier of genetic information, as well as language symbols, it is also the carrier of cultural information form, that is, it is a social heredity.

Anti-semitism refers to the idea and practice of loathing, hatred, exclusion and hatred of jews. It comes from the mistaken belief that the jewish people are intrinsically, historically, ethnically and naturally an inferior race of people who are incapable, evil, unsociable, condemned or persecuted. Anti-semitism presents the following five characteristics: universality, persistence, brutality, subconsciousness and remodelling. This assignment mainly discusses its subconscious sex, since Christianity swept the board in Europe, anti-semitism through its history, culture, social behavior deduce constantly strengthened in the ideology, formed the continuity of the prototype, entered the western gestalt of the collective unconscious of culture, play a role in people's subconsciousness, i.e. anti-semitism phenomenon does not happen in the case of conscious, sometimes get show under the condition of the unconscious.

Malamud, a descendant of Russian jewish immigrants born in the United States, spent the first half of his life in the midst of a turbulent world, years of economic depression, high unemployment, the frenzied persecution and murder of jews by fascists, and the cold war standoff and McCarthyism that followed. As a writer of jewish descent, these disasters left him far more traumatized and imprinted than anyone else. Malamud by describing the crap in the "urban corners" forgotten, abandoned by the society of the sufferings of the jewish immigrants life and abide by the moral, in misery silently in their fight for survival status of the social bottom jews, for their name, expressed the jewish people "suffering - redemption" hard fate. Between the lines, readers can feel the author's sympathy for these characters, such as the shop assistant, god's gift, and so on. However, his creation purpose in silvercrest is somewhat different. He describes a story that seems to be a hoax with an ambiguous attitude, which reflects the antagonism and conflict between jewish culture and American subject culture, exposes the subconscious anti-semitism in western non-jewish culture, and illustrates the awkward situation of contemporary jewish culture survival. Silver, the gold, the story goes that gans, the old man was ill, and dying, his son, Albert for his doctor visits, then ran into a claim that silver available gold cure rabbi, silver because the gold price is too high, and is likely to be false, in urging, Albert livni Mr Priests for Albert in the silver mirror saw a gold, but lasted only five seconds. Albert considered livshitz a crafty liar. He said it was an absurd deception to send the priest, father and daughter, to the police, while reverend livshitz, staggering as he said, "be kind to an old man. Think of your father. He loves you. But Albert began to blame his father, saying he hated him and wanted him dead. At the sound of the curse the priest pointed furiously at the god of heaven and, in horror, accused Albert of murder. Albert had a terrible headache. An hour later, his father, old gans, closed his eyes and breathed his last. The author does not, until the end, point out to the reader whether Albert's doubts and curses led to his father's death or whether livshitz was himself an elaborate liar.

When malamud wrote "silvercrest," he was carefully choreographed in three places: his narrative perspective, a plot that constantly fits into an anti-semitic archetype and an o Henry ending.

In silvercrest, there are not many people, mainly two people. One is Albert, a young man who advocates pragmatism and has a scientific attitude. He is a middle school biology teacher, who embodies the cultural value orientation of contemporary American subject. The other is livshitz, a retired jewish community priest who represents the most oppressed, newest immigrants to the United States and lives at the bottom of the Yiddish jewish culture in history. His daughter, livkell, plays a role in provoking conflict and reinforcing it. Malamud, uncharacteristically, narrates the story entirely from Albert's point of view, using Albert's eyes to observe livshitz, livkell, and the jewish community, influencing the development of the story through his psychological portrayal. The whole text is "unfair", there is only a psychological description of Albert, the reader can only follow Albert's point of view and feeling into the story itself, and for Mr Given only to Mr Appearance of action description, and the author design dialogue, not only no psychology, and the author of words and deeds do not explain to him, he is always in a passive description. The reason for each of Albert's doubts is on assignment, and livshitz can only passively answer tough questions and even be forced to show the existence of the silver crown through illusion. Their active and passive forms in the text are in sharp contrast. For example, when Albert questioned whether the silver crown was useful to pagans, the author did not explain it from the doctrine of Judaism itself. Judaism believes that the world will be judged for what it does, not for what it believes; All righteous peoples share in the coming world of peace. The author's response to Albert, designed for livshitz, was "god doubts us, we doubt god, it is an attribute of existence, as long as you love your father I don't worry about it". This religiously oriented approach to communication led Albert to find no effective decoding or understanding of what he represented as America's modern, scientifically pragmatic culture. Almost all the dialogues between Albert and livshitz were deliberately insufficiently communicated, which reflected the reality of contemporary society -- jewish culture has no right to dialogue in society. Foucault, a French philosopher and historian, believed that discourse is right. The aphasia of jewish culture in the environment reflects the fact of being oppressed, and the oppression comes from the realistic advantages of the subject culture.

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