New York City : New York City

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.

In the outskirts of New York, dirt filled slush clings to the white cement on a December evening. Tiny droplets of frozen water blob on the ground and melt, getting crushed by afternoon stragglers. Buildings cluster together for warmth in the biting winter chill. The structures, many tall and slim while some are squat and obtuse, line the streets of blazing horns and shouting pedestrians. The sounds of people stomping their feet before they enter busses, offices, and cars echo off each skyscraper and continue to bounce until it is too faint to be perceived. As rush hour begins to stall, two men dart into the densely populated street not caring to stop for oncoming traffic. One man is tall and thin with gangy limbs too long for his body. His eyes, dark grey flickering nonstop, are calculative, possessive, and intelligent.

Donald Trump speaks among a crowd of hundreds: “They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists. And some, I assume, are good people.” This is how a portion of American citizens perceive immigrants, and as the 2016 Presidential election gets closer the word “immigration” gets treated more delicately as if it were a new phenomenon. However, immigration is no new or delicate subject for New York City. In fact, residents (like in Queens) find it odd if a New Yorker isn’t of hybrid generation (Eichenbaum, Tour). The history of New York City has been painted by the millions and millions of immigrants that have touched its land. It’s a cycle: one group of immigrants come, stay, and leave while another new group of immigrants settle down. This continuous sequence is what makes New York City such an innovative city when it comes to immigrants.

suit. They got their car that was parked in the parking structure and went off to go explore the new city that they would hopefully call home for the rest of their lives. They found one of the best pizza places to eat in New York and sat down to eat because it was really packed and from the outside there was people standing outside. After they went to go check out where the mighty brooklyn dodgers played which was a day that they had a game against the giants, their rivals. They weren't gonna see the game but they pulled to the side right in front of the stadium while the game was going on. You could feel the energy of the crowed going off inside that way they could get their game. They got off the car and you could see inside the stadium

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

I hear the cars before I see them. Their honks add even more chaos to the never silent city, as they interrupt each other like impatient children arguing over a toy. But I love the chaos of New York. It reminded me of Bangalore, my old home; it almost puts me to sleep for chaos was my lullaby eons ago. My nostalgia washes away though, once I’ve taken a peek at the skyline. Waves of awe engulf me, as i take in the soaring skyscrapers glittering in the sunlight, and the orangey-pink water of the New York Harbor in the evening. The World Trade Center memorial catches my eye as i take in the world. I’m filled with chilly sorrow as the memories of the 9/11 memorial we visited earlier that day return to me. But now is not the tie to be somber. I

The environmental hazards by responding by responding to natural and man-made disasters have caused a significant incline in the city. Tracking data for different disease and environmental issues indicate a significant correlation amongst each other. Efforts need to be made towards reforming the current structure of the environment in order to preserve it and its citizen. Therefore, the government should be taking action against air pollutions by introducing green energy. The government should be investing in wind energy, and solar energy as well as renewable energy to minimize heavy air pollution. Furthermore, they should encourage manufacturing companies to control the pollutions and creating and energy efficient environment, not

A fabulous woman struts down the streets of New York. Her chin is angled skyward and she is garbed in a type of luminescent empowerment. Her heels click against the pavement, resounding a message of, no, not oppression, but instead an awareness of one’s value and strength. Her eyes don’t frantically scan the crush of people rushing to and from wherever in a daze of paranoia, her gaze is direct and fearless. She does not wonder who her next assailant is, she only seeks out fulfilment that in another time would be vehemently denied her. Weaving an untouched and unimpeded path, she stops at a gently-hipster building designed to appeal to a 21st century woman such as herself. “Now that’s new and certainly progressive” she thinks.

When I first examined the photo of the construction workers in New York City, my impression was they were passing something heavy like in a bucket brigade line. I saw their shoulders were curved over and their hands were straining which all the visuals cues were in place telling me they were working.

In the heart of New York City, the lives of Melvin Udall, Carol Connely, Simon Bishop, and Frank Sachs collided every day. However, when tragedy struck not only did they form mutual friendships, they helped each other become their best selves. While there were several interesting characters in this film, I chose to focus on the life of Simon Bishop (Brooks, 1997).

The City of New York has historical sites like no other city in the United States. A majority of the historical sites in New York have political relevance that we don’t appreciate although we pass by them every day. The Federal Hall National Memorial, located at 26 Wall Street in Manhattan one of the most important historical sites in our city. It is where the foundation of our government was created. . Our first President of the United States, George Washington, was sworn in at Federal Hall in 1789. In the early years of our nation, Federal Hall served a variety of purposes such as organizing the first House of Representatives, enacting the Federal Judiciary along with the creation of the Supreme Court, Congressional approval of the Bill of Rights, and establishment of the first U.S. Customs House. These historic and monumental events in American history took place in Federal Hall making it known as the birthplace of American politics.

Early Sunday morning, with the sun brightly shining in the sky, and the chill of the morning breeze, I found myself on the streets of Times Square. Dressed in my Sunday best, which consisted of leggings and a hoodie, I determinedly headed for the Metropolitan Community Church of New York with my incredible friend Andy Tan. The sermon started at 11 AM and unfortunately, due to train delays, we were already late by the time we reached Times Square. Once we left the train station, I lead the way with my impeccable sense of direction…by going the wrong way. However, in my defense, the church was not located near my native borough of Brooklyn, and therefore, I did not know the area very well. Finally, we were able to find the church and despite

New York City is the place that I want to visit, revisit, and visit again. Out there on the streets, I feel free. When coming from New Jersey to New York City on the New Jersey Transit tTrain, which is grimy but comfortable, it is an experience unlike I have ever felt before. Crossing under the Hudson River and coming into the crammedjam-packed full station is reminiscent of having some kind of travel machine bringing you from earth to space in a flash. When I visited, I felt akin to doing anything and everything in the city’sies grips. Living in America is a fantastic privilege; living in New York City is something further even better. As you stagger up those stairs to the city streets and you capture that first breath of city air, you declare to yourself, this is Freedom! The buildings are so astonishingly tall and eye-catching. These buildings encompass the most distinctive architecture I have ever seen in my lifetime. I think to myself, there are so many buildings here I find it hard to believe that man is capable of putting them up, but on the other hand alsond knocking them down. The buildings look like they had plunged from God’s hands.

Today was another lousy Monday, just like last week. Everything Samantha did was scheduled. She lived a very busy life in New York City. If it wasn’t on her schedule she wouldn’t make time for it. Except today all of that changed. It started early in the morning. The day was stormy and extremely rainy. The storms got carried away and knocked the power out. That led her to being late for work because her alarm had not gone off. When she finally woke up on her own, she went into a panic! Samantha hasn’t been late to work in over ten years. She rushed around her apartment getting dressed and fixing her hair. On her way out of the apartment she read a text from her boyfriend Michael. The text was explaining that today is Valentine’s Day and he wanted to take her out to dinner. She replied back saying she would go. While she was walking outside from the apartments she thought to herself, “Crap. How could I forget that today was Valentine’s Day? I’m late for work and it’s rainy outside. How could this day get any worse?” She then stood on the sidewalk and hailed a taxi. The taxi took off and she was finally on her way to work. She made it to work and got a huge lecture from her boss. She had never been late before so she couldn’t understand why he was so mad at her. It was a long, slow, and uneventful day at work. Boy was she glad to be getting out of there that evening. Outside the sky was dark but the stars were bright. She stood under a lamp post and hailed a taxi so she could

A week had passed since the ten-year anniversary of mom's death and again I found myself staring out the window at the gloominess. Okay, so it's just my reflection in the glass. It was a brilliant Sunday morning with an endless blue sky. The buildings, the Hudson, everything had a winter crispness to it. I wish I could enjoy it, but I can't get comfortable here, can't concentrate. Can't write. Even fifteen stories up, I felt the constant undercurrent of activity. The silent hum of a city that sometimes moves too fast for its own good, my own good.