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Academic level: Undergraduate (1st and 2nd year) Word count: 800 words excluding references Course name:ESL Citation style: MLA Number of sources:Any Project Title/Topic: essay Paper details/Instructions: Dear writer, Please read the 2 articles in attached 2 pdf documents. Rosie DiManno and Shree Paradkar write about their immigrant experience in Canada.  What similarities or differences can be found in the messages to readers provided by the authors?   Instructions: - Write a multi-paragraph essay (approximately 800 words in length); include a detailed outline including a thesis statement with at least three main points of comparison/contrast, and a strong conclusion. - Use either BLOCK or ALTERNATING pattern in your essay structure. - DOUBLE-SPACE your essay - proofread carefully for grammar, spelling and mechanics.  You will lose marks for poor language skills. - Use specific support from the two articles - If you use a quotation, make sure you analyze it (DO NOT simply insert a quotation and move on).  - Remember to include in-text citations for all of the evidence you use, and a Reference page at the end of your assignment using APA format.  External references are not allowed. Your essay is an analysis of the articles provided, not an opinion piece about the subject matter. No personal opinions, generalizations, or anecdotes are required. Please use simple English and deliberately keep some grammar and word choice mistake in the paper. Thank you. ------------------------------------------ 1. You need to complete this task in strict accordance with the detailed Requirements/Guidelines. 2.Must be original works, to prohibit any copying or plagiarism. 3. If you have any question on this task, please feel free to contact us anytime. Unpeeling the layers hidden beneath Canadas calm Paradkar, Shree . Toronto Star ; Toronto, Ont. [Toronto, Ont]01 July 2017: A.10. ProQuest 文档链接 They were innovators, scientists and mathematicians. They held a monopoly over knowledge, land ownership, intellectual professions, social institutions and political authority. They dominated society by setting the rules for the default standards of language, of behaviour, of customs and traditions. Sound familiar? They are my ancestors, from where I come as a middle-class, upper-caste Indian, the creators of a system so resilient it survived centuries after centuries of invasions and colonization by the Greeks, the Mughals, the Europeans, the British. Born in post-colonial India, I grew up with strong female role models - Hindu goddesses, warrior queens, feisty politicians, professional aunts and a mother determined not to allow my sister and me to be treated differently from our brother. Like many women seeking to shape a modern India that was equitable, I grew up challenging traditions about our place in society, questioning norms about viewing marriage as an achievement or the deep value placed on chastity. When I supported our domestic worker against her drunken husband, when I lectured women from nearby villages about HIV/AIDS or exhorted them to have fewer children, I based my efforts on the premise that all people needed was a little leg up to get on a level-playing field. You could say I was a well-meaning white feminist. Invisible to me were the barriers and mental prisons formed by the matrices of caste, skin colour, and centuries of dependency piled on top of the misogyny the women experienced. Sometimes you notice the rug only when it is pulled from under your feet. I moved to beautiful Canada. Moving here had the effect of literally flying to the top of the Earth and looking at the world from a new vantage point. It gave me perspective. Canada felt like my calm partner, and India a tempestuous ex. Life there was vibrant, full-throated, no holds barred. You shouted, you cried, you laughed out loud. Here, for a new immigrant with a job, life appeared tranquil, pleasant and for the most part predictable. I had never not belonged where I lived, and here, too, I felt included in inclusive Canada. I didnt see the difference between the mostly white Canadians around me and myself - I thought I was essentially like them, with darker skin and a few religious rituals. The first strike against that notion, or at least one that registered, came at a car dealership where the salesman shut me down saying he did not negotiate with Indians when I asked if that was the best price he could offer. I didnt recognize it then but it was when my racialization began. Over the years, came other instances of individual racism. The shoe salesman who told my visiting father every single shoe he wanted was not in stock, the woman who invited me over but whose husband didnt show up in his http://libaccess.senecacollege.ca/login?url=https://search.proquest.com/docview/1915011157?accountid=28610 http://libaccess.senecacollege.ca/login?url=https://search.proquest.com/docview/1915011157?accountid=28610 own house because he didnt like immigrants, the people who didnt take me seriously because I sound different. I believe everybody, no matter of what background, has experienced being put down for something in that background, some with more far-reaching repercussions than others. My exposure to colourism/shadeism in India and the systemic racism I saw here quickly made it obvious that what I faced was nothing compared to what even darker-skinned people experienced or what Black people faced. This society is centred around whiteness - proximity to whiteness brings privilege, and anti-Black racism is not a historical shame. It is a vile and vicious present-day malaise. Then came the discovery that blindsided me. The unpeeling of layers hidden underneath Canadas calm revealed the anguish of the Indigenous peoples of this land. I knew an ancient civilization existed here, but I had thought Canada was a benign rearranging of the cultures; adventurers came, treaties were signed and hello, 150 years. I had thought of Indigenous people as a scattered group of what are called tribals in India or the orang asli in Malaysia - people of a bygone era, living on their own remote lands, untouched by modernity. What I have learned is they have more in common with us, the millions from colonized lands who have known and felt the tragedies that the colonizers wrought on our people, reading stories and hearing them from the mouths of our parents and grandparents. This revelation of contemporary colonialism feels like the pages from my history books have come alive, challenging me to participate now, giving me a chance to take sides this time, connecting me to the people who were once mistaken for my forefathers. This brought about a seismic shift in my understanding of where I, now a non-white, was situated in the social and racial landscape; if I was once white, by attitude, I was once native, too, in fact. The pain of Indigenous and Black people doesnt exist for my learning or betterment; only mine does. I cannot burden others to educate me. So I try to listen with an open heart and do my job, to make uncomfortable those liberal-minded Canadians whom I know to otherwise nurture a deep sense of fairness and civic duty, but whose privilege shields them from facing this morally unsustainable treatment of people. When I celebrate Canada 150 it will be not for what has been accomplished but for the promise of its potential to lead the world to equity. Here I am then, once again, poking holes in deeply rooted ideas, questioning traditions about peoples place in society, this time in Canada. I have found my feet. I am home. Shree Paradkar tackles issues of race and gender. You can follow her @shreeparadkar CAPTION: After moving to Canada from India, Shree Paradkar started noticing instances of racism. CREDIT: Shree Paradkar : Native peoples; Traditions; Racism; Colonialism; Society : Canada India : Unpeeling the layers hidden beneath Canadas calm : Paradkar, Shree : Toronto Star; Toronto, Ont. : A.10 Check for online availability  2019 ProQuest LLC 条款与条件 联系 ProQuest : 2017 : Jul 1, 2017 : News : Torstar Syndication Services, a Division of Toronto Star Newspapers Limited : Toronto, Ont. /: Canada, Toronto, Ont. : General Interest Periodicals--Canada ISSN: 03190781 : Newspapers : English : News ProQuest ID: 1915011157 URL: http://libaccess.senecacollege.ca/login?url=https://search.proquest.com/docview/1 915011157?accountid=28610 : Copyright 2017. Toronto Star Newspapers Limited. All Rights Reserved. : 2017-11-24 : Canadian Business &Current Affairs Database; Canadian Major Dailies http://senecacollege-primo.hosted.exlibrisgroup.com/openurl/01SENC/01SENC_SP??url_ver=Z39.88-2004&rft_val_fmt=info:ofi/fmt:kev:mtx:journal&genre=article&sid=ProQ:ProQ:canadiannewsmajor&atitle=Unpeeling\%20the\%20layers\%20hidden\%20beneath\%20Canadas\%20calm&title=Toronto\%20Star&issn=03190781&date=2017-07-01&volume=&issue=&spage=A.10&au=Paradkar,\%20Shree&isbn=&jtitle=Toronto\%20Star&btitle=&rft_id=info:eric/&rft_id=info:doi/ https://search.proquest.com/info/termsAndConditions http://www.proquest.com/go/pqissupportcontact Unpeeling the layers hidden beneath Canadas calm Canada needs more of the world DiManno, Rosie . Toronto Star ; Toronto, Ont. [Toronto, Ont]01 July 2017: A.2. ProQuest 文档链接 At a certain point in life birthdays are to be endured rather than enjoyed - until they become enjoyable again, nearer the end of days and a whole bunch of things dont much matter anymore. Probably its not the same for nations. As life cycles go, Canada hasnt even reached puberty yet. Though it cracks me up when chauvinists say the world needs more Canada. In truth, Canada needs more of the world. More entrepreneurs, more dreamers, more builders, more artists, more labourers. And more immigrants who will help pay off that astronomical debt were bestowing on our descendants. Ordinarily, I would not waste breath promoting that Trudeau The First ideal of multiculturalism and diversity because its hardly unique to this country. I, as the daughter of immigrants, am more the melting pot sort. If theres one singular characteristic that differentiates Canada at 150 - but most especially Toronto of 2017 from the city in which I grew up - its the craving for distinct and eternal ethnic identities. On the street where I lived, younger generations yearned to be part of the wider assimilated culture, unhyphenated and anglicized. It was an embarrassment to have parents who couldnt speak English or spoke it in broken vernacular. Our houses smelled different, mostly because of the food we cooked. Now, of course, ethnic cuisine is a staple of pricey restaurants so that even pig slop like polenta can be ordered àla carte. In my house we butchered pigs, hung the porker upside down in the basement so the blood would run out to be mixed with flour and turned into flapjacks. Is that the same as blood pudding, that old English peasant vittle? (Not sure vittle can be properly used in the singular; English is my second language.) Anyway, chop up the pig meat, put it through a sausage grinder and drape the links in front of the fire. Salt the prosciutto flanks, hang those in the wine cellar for next year. And speaking of wine, in early autumn the California grapes would be delivered, stacked on the front lawn. Thus would begin the arduous labour-intensive process of running the grapes through a hand-cranked crusher, transferring the mush to a wood-slatted bladder, swishing the strained juice between carboys and finally into oak barrels. The whole neighbourhood reeked of fermentation. Mortifying to me, all of it. And now, sadly, lost knowledge, like slaughtering and preserving and fixing your own broken stuff. We didnt look or act remotely like the families I saw on TV sitcoms. It took a long time to realize those Hollywood families were chimeras, not even the four-square American families on which the fable was based were real. Took a while, too, before my childhood self realized that we werent living in America, engrossed as I was in programming broadcast by the U.S. networks out of Buffalo. I wanted to be English and rejected everything that had a hint, or odour, of Italianness, of foreignness: the food, the traditions, the ethos of outsider. I wanted a father who worked in an office and would wear a suit instead of a construction belt. I wanted a mother who shaved her legs. Now, I just want my father back. To say: You were so much smarter than I appreciated. Browsing through the immigrant exhibit at the Market Gallery the other day, I see men and women and children who look bewildered and shy upon their arrival in Toronto, part of the mass universal convulsion that followed both world wars, millions on the move. I wish there were photographs of my mother, who came to Canada with her sister in 1954, disembarking in Halifax and travelling by train to Union Station. http://libaccess.senecacollege.ca/login?url=https://search.proquest.com/docview/1929131773?accountid=28610 http://libaccess.senecacollege.ca/login?url=https://search.proquest.com/docview/1929131773?accountid=28610 The only picture I have from that era was taken in Rome when she obtained a passport and visa. How anxious and lost they must have felt, hailing from a tiny mountain village outside Naples. A couple of years ago, a Muslim woman from Pakistan won a court battle to keep her face covered with a niqab at her citizenship ceremony. I think my mother would have whipped off her dress and danced the tarantella for the privilege of citizenship. She had no concept of entitlement, no one who washed up on Canadas shores back then did, and certainly no human rights industry to ease her way. Im not saying it was better then because it most emphatically was not. But it did have its virtues, those days. My dad arrived a year later. Hed been a shepherd and sold his flock to book passage. Within a year theyd married and bought their first house, on Grace St. That little home bulged at the seams as other newcomers from their village passed through, staying with us temporarily, mostly men whod left their wives and children behind. At one point I distinctly remember 13 lodgers. Its just what you did - extended a hand. The pattern would be repeated in subsequent decades, with different ethnic groups, right through to the present. The English looked down on the Irish, the Irish looked down on the Italians, the Italians would look down later on the Portuguese and the Koreans. And everybody looked down on Blacks, some of whom had been in Canada for generations. Shameful. Oh how I pined to be indistinct and homogenized and the same. Died a thousand deaths when my mother came to school on parents night or struggled to communicate with a saleswoman at Eatons - but only on the very special occasions when a trip to Eatons was deemed absolutely necessary, like buying me my first typewriter. All these years later, I hear teenage girls who were born here, first-generation Canadians, speaking their parents tongue on the streets and I wonder: How could you? Why would you? My respect for the contribution of immigrants and refugees is boundless. But diversity, the on and on clinging to it, doesnt make us stronger or particularly admirable. It makes us fragmented, ghettoized in thought and attitude. I love our beautiful flag. I love the national anthem just as it is. I love the gorgeousness of this country from sea to sea. On Canada Day, as every day, this is a fine country to call home. But dont let us look down on the world, down on America - even with that fool man in the White House. Look outward Canada. Theres a whole lot of wondrous world out there too. Rosie DiManno usually appears Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. CAPTION: As we celebrate its birthday, were reminded that Canada has a proud history of welcoming newcomers.KEITH BEATY/Toronto Star CREDIT: Rosie DiManno : Citizenship; Passports &visas : California United States--US Canada : Canada needs more of the world : DiManno, Rosie : Toronto Star; Toronto, Ont. : A.2 : 2017 Check for online availability  2019 ProQuest LLC 条款与条件 联系 ProQuest : Jul 1, 2017 : News : Torstar Syndication Services, a Division of Toronto Star Newspapers Limited : Toronto, Ont. /: Canada, Toronto, Ont. : General Interest Periodicals--Canada ISSN: 03190781 : Newspapers : English : News ProQuest ID: 1929131773 URL: http://libaccess.senecacollege.ca/login?url=https://search.proquest.com/docview/1 929131773?accountid=28610 : Copyright 2017. Toronto Star Newspapers Limited. All Rights Reserved. : 2017-11-24 : Canadian Business &Current Affairs Database; Canadian Major Dailies http://senecacollege-primo.hosted.exlibrisgroup.com/openurl/01SENC/01SENC_SP??url_ver=Z39.88-2004&rft_val_fmt=info:ofi/fmt:kev:mtx:journal&genre=article&sid=ProQ:ProQ:canadiannewsmajor&atitle=Canada\%20needs\%20more\%20of\%20the\%20world&title=Toronto\%20Star&issn=03190781&date=2017-07-01&volume=&issue=&spage=A.2&au=DiManno,\%20Rosie&isbn=&jtitle=Toronto\%20Star&btitle=&rft_id=info:eric/&rft_id=info:doi/ https://search.proquest.com/info/termsAndConditions http://www.proquest.com/go/pqissupportcontact Canada needs more of the world Rosie DiManno and Shree Paradkar write about their immigrant experience in Canada. What similarities or differences can be found in the messages to readers provided by the authors? Instructions: - Write a multi-paragraph essay (approximately 800 words in length); include a detailed outline including a thesis statement with at least three main points of comparison/contrast, and a strong conclusion. - Use either BLOCK or ALTERNATING pattern in your essay structure. - DOUBLE-SPACE your essay - proofread carefully for grammar, spelling and mechanics. You will lose marks for poor language skills. - Use specific support from the two articles - If you use a quotation, make sure you analyze it (DO NOT simply insert a quotation and move on). - Remember to include in-text citations for all of the evidence you use, and a Reference page at the end of your assignment using APA format. External references are not allowed. Your essay is an analysis of the articles provided, not an opinion piece about the subject matter. No personal opinions, generalizations, or anecdotes are required.