There has to be a realistic solution that can be put into motion to benefit everyone involved. Referring again to his article “Is Gentrification All Bad?” Davidson argues that urban renewal, if done right, is not a monstrous custom that it is painted to be; nevertheless, he reasons that gentrification depends on who does it, how they do it, and why they do it. As a resident in New York, a city where gentrification is as widespread as the common cold in winter, Davidson speculates that those who go into a neighborhood with the intention to renovate houses, or abandoned buildings ought to have a good reason for it. The author points out that “Gentrification does not have to be something that one group inflicts on another…” (Davidson 349), rather, he suggests that everyone, the gentrifiers and the locals, be on the same page when it comes to developing their
I believe, Jennifer A Nilsen, the author, chose East Germany as the setting of, “A Night Divided” because, East Germany was the heart of the Berlin Wall. The East suffered much more than the West. The West had it much more sunshine and happy cakes. Poverty was low, life expectancy was higher, there was freedom, and education. People from the East wanted to escape into the West.
Anderson begins the section by explaining that there are two separate cultures in inner-city neighborhoods. The first are the “decent” this group is defined by commitment to “middle-class values,” (101). However, they are not mainstream in that they
The book, The View from Saturday by E. L. Konigsburg has many relatable characters but the one most relatable for me is Nadia. Nadia and I have several things in common such as we are both a waiter and a watcher. I know this is true for Nadia because the book says, “All the sixth-graders-- like Mrs. Olinski herself--were new to Epiphany Middle School, but Nadia like Mrs. Olinski herself--seemed most disconnected. Both were watchers and waiters…” I know this is true for me because I am a very, very, very patient person and I normally observe people rather than talking to them. Another example Nadia and I are alike is we can both argue or debate ourselves out of a problem.
The Saturday Boy, An Inspiration To All! According to Common Sense Media, “The Saturday Boy is a deeply felt story of a boy unmoored. Powerful emotions are at play, but author David Fleming uses restraint to great advantage.” Some people may dislike The Saturday Boy because the plot is sad and gloomy, however, the plot contributes to the feeling of the characters and shows that losing someone is not easy.
In this empowering short story “The Friday Everything Changed” written by Anne Hart, I learned a lot about how change can be hard and scary, but the only way to change is if you speak up. I thought this was one of the most connected messages in the story because I tend to have a very small voice and this motivates me to speak up for what I want. I first started seeing this theme when Alma asks why can’t girls go for the water as well. Alma asked this question on Friday at the last hour of school. She wondered this because it was a job only boys did.
In Jane Jacobs’ “The Death and Life of Great American Cities,” she pays special attention to sidewalks and sidewalk safety. As the title says, she spent her time writing about urban cities filled with strangers. Jacobs, knowing that there are more strangers than acquaintances in the vast cities, specified three qualities that must be present in a safe space. First, there must be distinct boundary between public and private space.
I lived in Philadelphia, PA and then moved to Millville, NJ. After living in a big city for five years, moving to a small town can be quite a transition. The quick pace of the city was what I have been accustomed to. I have lived in Millville for over a year now, and I still haven’t settled into the slower, small town lifestyle. (THESIS) Philadelphia's community, the convenience of transportation, and diverse culture is contrasting to Millville's way of living.
Throughout my years of education, I have learned very little about the holocaust. I remember touching on the holocaust and watching movies and reading books that focused on what happened during that time period during my high school career. Since I graduate high school, I have not taken a class that focused on the holocaust. Some basic facts I remember learning is that it began in 1933 when Adolf Hitler came into power and then ended 1945 when the Nazis where defeated by the allied powers.
One of the connections between Temple’s campus and Jane Jacob’s text is the sidewalks. Jacob’s primary claim about sidewalks is that they are one of the most significant criteria in determining whether a city is safe or not. Jacobs proposes that typically the safer neighborhoods are those with active sidewalk life. There are several activities on Temple’s sidewalks that would increase eyes on the street such as food trucks, people on the street distributing fliers, promoting varieties of events, etc. She also asserts that relatively dense environment increases the number of users on the sidewalks.
In “Chicago” by Carl Sandburg, the audience reads how such an interesting city it can be. However, it is duly noted that there is wicked included in the brightest corners of Chicago, as Sandburg writes, “They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I/ have seen your painted women under the gas lamps/ luring the farm boys,” (6-8). Chicago is a city filled with wonder and interest such as it being the HOG butcher for the world or the stacker of wheat, it can be hard to miss the harms that may come with a city so adventurous and brave. Although this poem may have a proud tone, it also focuses heavily on everyday realities that an ordinary person may face in the streets. As an individual continues into their day to day basis, it is hard to miss the destructive reflections that comes with being in a
Author of Postmodern Suburban Spaces, Joseph George describes suburbia as “ rows and rows of single-family houses with the same floor plan … populated by families of identical white people, showing off their identical material goods”. In addition to this suburban image, Simone de Beauvoir describes the day to day of a married couple in suburban society in his book The Second Sex; “[Members] have lost their independence without escaping loneliness; they are statically united … can give each other nothing, exchange nothing, wheather in the realm of ideas or erotic plain. A thousand evenings of vague small talk, blank silence, yawning over the news paper, retiring at bedtime!” (Beauvoir, 471). By tying these examples of suburban life, we can begin to outline the bohemian artists perspective living in a conformist community governed by homogenized consumer lifestyle, thus proving the presence of a cookie cutter reality.
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The chapter is aimed to explore that The Armies of the Night (1968) is not only as a record of the protest to Vietnam War but also as a righteous book of the movement taught a lesson. It is the descriptive record of history that pictures what really happened in the point leading up to and through the course of the protest to Vietnam War. Mailer recorded the event happened during the protest to Vietnam War and also included the “other journalistic reports in it so that readers can compare texts and inter-texts and make their own judgments about reliability” (Smith194). Mailer expected the American public's support in protest to the war and had a belief that novels distinctively “exacerbate the moral consciousness of people” (Mailer, Advertisements
The independent, callow woman carefully opened the door of her new one-bedroom apartment. The view she had from the empty, sixth-floor loft was a small park between 13th Avenue and Spring Street. She would live right around the corner of what she called paradise, Soho; a place burgeoned with inspiration, artists, designers, and young entrepreneurs. She would now become part of the city; she would walk those streets and eventually become someone. After a first long night unpacking, she sat in a small café right across the street and drank a cup of tea.
