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The brutal killing of a gay man in New York's Greenwich Village has many
wondering if New York is no longer a safe place for gays.
Police say on Monday, May 20, suspect Elliot Morales yelled an anti-gay
slur at 32-year-old Mark Carson before firing a single bullet point
blank to Carson's face, killing him instantly.
Greenwich Village is long known as one of the most vibrant areas for
LGBTQ people in New York. It has a long gay rights history and remained a
hub for gay politics in America. In 1969, what became known as the Stonewall Riots began there and since annual pride parades have been held in cities around the globe.
Recent years and financial mobility in New York have resulted in a
dynamic mix of communities in the area. Long evolving gentrification has
given way to a mingling of gay and straight young professionals, older
gays in long residence there, and urban youth from both New York and
nearby New Jersey who see the Village as a vibrant hang out spot. What
was once a gay underground turn center for political action is now
residence for the trendy and home to those who found shelter and safety
among the many gay businesses, bars and pedestrians.
It's difficult to say whether this shift is a contributor to the heinous
act of violence, but the events of the crime do signal a criminal
brazenness that have some wondering if New York is reverting to a
pre-Stonewall sentiment toward LGBT people. I don't want to imply that
since the Stonewall Riots, New York gained an immunity to homophobia or
hate crimes. In fact, Stonewall merely highlighted an existing attitude
that lingers among some New Yorkers, despite the city's progressive
reputation. The murder of Mark Carson is the latest of many hate crimes
at the hands of those that continue to see LGBT people as a threat.
Since Monday, thousands of people have gathered at the scene of the
crime to give their respects and honored Carson's life with a new, yet
familiar cry: "We're here! We're queer! Homophobia's got to go!"
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has he given up French? 2. why did she get a very bad mark for herbtest? 3. why is she learning English? 4. why did yoy have a headache yesterday? 5. why did Kate give up that job? 6. where is Peter? Why is he not playing football?
a) she wasn't making much money.
b) she has to make an important report in English.
c) he wasn't making any progress.
d) my neighbours' children were making a lot of noise.
e) his parents made him stay at home.
f) she has made a lot of mistakes in it.
feeling a bit nervous because he....(start) a new job tomorrow. 3 She.....(finish) this book by the end of the day. 4 Don't worry, Mum. I.....(not/be) late. 5 This time next week, we.....(lie) on the beach! 6 Are you going shopping today? I think I .....(come) too! 7 Take a painkiller! It.....(make) your headache go away. 8 We..... (visit) our parents this weekend. 9 Dad can't come out with us tomorrow. He.....(work) all day long.
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the street this morning? 4. My mother likes … music. 5. Are there … newspapers on the table? 6. There are … letters for you on the table.7. Are there … mistakes in my dictation? – Yes, there are …. 8. There were … yellow and green pencils on the table. 9. You can do … you like? 10. …wants to see him. 11.Can … tell me how to get to the Public Library? 12. Did he say … about it? – No, he said …?
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white shaggy paunch, the rag legs put in checkered boots, filled by foam rubber. Small black eyes look at you from the hitretsy. This monkey to me presented on the kindergarten termination - I was six years old. In my hands the toy revived: could laugh or cry, use cunning or be angry. She was with me everywhere. The most important that the favourite toy bears with itself is associations. In me the passing on this toy causes tens memoirs of my childhood. First, carefree laughter which didn't die away in our house. Secondly, at the same time, this regret about the left childhood and how it was a little necessary for happiness. Whatever happened in my life, I could be firmly sure that its look will remain the same: derisive the consoling. Everything in life changes, but the person of a toy - a look in which your baby face and, unconscious then, sincere belief in good is reflected is invariable. Исправьте ошибки!