New York City

Having spent the majority of my time here and in Ecuador growing up, I come to realize New York City is not the grand city it pretends to be. I had a lot of fun growing up here as a kid and loved going to the local park everyday during the summer to have massive water gun fights with everyone. Still I feel it would be wrong to describe New York as this amazing place where dreams can come true, if you try hard enough. I believe that this city houses, figuratively speaking, both the greater good and the greater evil of our world. Like Fuller notes that those of us unfortunate enough to live a decent life should be “preserved” from the affairs of the upper class and political campaigns/movements.  Fuller is not implying the rich stop helping the poor, on the contrary, he is asking them to eliminate this “shameful evil” from their charity and actually help the poor progress.

New York is place where nothing is as it seems and everything is permitted, granted you have the resources.  Our city is merely a mask though, a place is only a place and it is often the medium for some other person or party. However what makes New York so different is that there is not just one person or party that can accurately represent us as a whole. Every block contains a mixture of races and ethnicity. Just as this upper class can bring out the evil of our city; everyone else, and maybe even in some cases upper class people, can bring out some good.  I have seen people of all sorts do both good and bad things here in New York, but I feel that New York is changing and becoming a better place to live. There are definitely a lot of people that go out of their way to help and even teach others anything and it is when I am exposed to this type of behavior that I have hope.