New York : A State With Teeming Life And Culture

Everyone's New York experience has its differences and similarities. In “Growing up Unrented on the Lower East Side” by Edmund Berrigan and “Here is New York” by E.B White two stories that tell the audiences each of the author's encounters and what they observe living in New York. In White’s journal, he talks about New York as a whole and what it’s like to live in New York. On the other hand, Berrigan speaks about what his childhood was like living in New York. White and Berrigan both lived in New York their entire life. There are many similarities shown in these journals, both authors grew among some very famous people and they both felt the solitude New York offers. However, E.B White didn't feel satisfied with the kind of life he was living in New York while Edmund Berrigan seemed to take life in New York for what it is without complaints.

I opened my eyes when I felt something cold touching my back and legs. Harsh light made me squint. How did I get on the ground?

New York City’s old slum neighbourhood, the Five Points, was notoriously known for its vice and crimes. The first organized crime group in New York City was the Forty Thieves which was led by Edward Coleman, started in 1825, in the back of a grocery store. The Dead Rabbits were an Irish gang in the Five Points area, and are most known for the riot they caused in 1857. The Eastman Gang were a Jewish group in the Five Points area, which began in the late nineteenth century, and were the rival of the Five Points Gang. The Five Points Gang was another group, started by Paul Kelly and included future famous mobsters. In Five Points, where most of New York City’s crime started, it also started some of history’s most notorious gangs, and mobsters.

“No.” She shook her head, pressing her lips tight as she looked across the table at me. “He didn’t like the food. He didn’t ask about me.”

It didn’t take long before my nervousness and apprehensive mental state fled. Their group solidarity was pretty evident with a few short minutes of meeting them. It felt like home, like what I was a part of when I was still an

He nodded, looking in his bag and seeing the bare minimum for dinner. “It’s enough for us.” Charles handed it to her, and she headed off outside to the market.

You shook your head, “I don’ think so. I only have a little left and we need cash, since no one in this town seems to take cards.”

Since the start of the United State the way in which a particular crime is seen has

Y-Yes" He nodded helped me stand up and held the door for me. I saw Two and the boys in the park across the street waving at me. I ran over. "Nice acting Katie I didn't know you had it in you." I rolled my eyes at Two and cocked my head a little as if to say sure. "Whatcha get"

"Awe, boys that's so cute, she doesn't swear, she's innocent and pure" He chuckled and started walking towards my way, with his posse following behind him. "You and I both know what you don't have the guts to use pepper spray princess." He had said, calmly like it was just a friendly conversation but I could feel the tension and the unease in the air, like a thick thick fog in the late winter nights.

“Why are you such a control freak?” I spat, backing up a few steps at a time. “I don't even know how I got here! Wait, no. It's because of you. You!” He stepped towards me carefully, and I watched the anger slowly begin to grow from his face. “Stop, Rebecca! This won't help. I don't understand what you're trying to prove, or what you think you can do, or whatever. It doesn't matter. You're not going to change my mind,” he insisted. That weird feeling came back.

I waiting for some sort of reaction, and it came by him scooting a body space or two away from me. I had sat too close to him, and he didn’t like that. I couldn’t believe it. It seemed like everything I could do wrong I did. After fidgeting around with the dust and dirt laying around us, I almost couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted to run off, and I almost did but then he spoke. D’Angelo didn’t say just one thing, but two, then three, and just kept talking. It made me so confused. At first I was confused that he didn’t think I was so “uncool” after throwing bark in his eyes and sitting too close next to him, but that quickly turned into confusion about what he was talking about. It sounded like he was quoting pages out some boring “adult”

The sounds of the city penetrated the walls of the cab as we drove through the streets of Manhattan. I could hardly wait to partake in the action that was happening outside. The buildings themselves were an amazing site to behold. The buildings took on personalities of their own. Each building was bigger and more graceful than the next. When lights were added to the mix it was a dazzling combination. The city itself felt like a great big hug, and I felt overwhelmed by its power. The city allowed me to become part of it just like many others many years ago who immigrated to this awesome city. As I was looking out of the cab I finally got to see in person the sight of all sights; Times Square. The main juncture of

From the Statue of Liberty to the smooth, beautiful song of the Niagara Falls and to the busy streets of Chinatown, soaring to the height of the empire state building, New york has it all. New York is the state of the action, the calm, and the great. Starting when the Native Americans lived in a longhouse to when Henry Hudson discovered Hudson River to the battle of Saratoga, and when all the immigrants started coming to New York, New York has been through victory events good and bad. Like when NYC invented the first teddy bear, by being inspired by the fact that Theodore Roosevelt refused to hunt an injured bear. Morris and Rose Michtom who were the people inspired by his act then decided to stop selling candy and start making cute

“A little.” I say before we both go back to silence. It’s a weird, okay type of silence. I take the time to analyze a place I’ve already been a thousand times, a person I've known most of my life, just because. We sit in one of the best pizza places in the capitol, Washington D.C: Our home.