1st blog hw.( A Quilt of a Country:Out of Many, One?)

I feel like the author is trying to say to her readers is that, even though America has so many different types of people from different backgrounds and up brings, that we still unity when something tragic happens. She also talks about, that during school or when you are outside plating as a little child, that we seem to avoid people that don't look like we do. In New York especially, there is a place called China town, Italian street, then not to mention all the little burrows that they live in. You're going to have a place where all the blacks live and where all the Irish people live, and the Spanish and so forth, but at the end of the day we are all American.The author also says that you see Arabs driving Jewish people around and Jewish people driving Arabs around, but back in there home countries, they hate each other and cant stand one another, but at the end of the day when the twin towers fell, the Arab and Jewish person probably helped each other during hard times.




I really like this short story a lot because I'm from New York and i know that at nights you don't go down certain streets and you don't talk to certain people, and where i lived was where mostly Spanish people lived so i was never worried about anything, but i think it was always amazing to know that we still to this day have places where every race lives in its own burrow. But that is how America works at times, but then at the end of the day we come together to support our nation.