Daisy was driving when Myrtle was killed. She killed Myrtle but Gatsby is willing to take the blame and the consequences in order to protect Daisy. Daisy only wants to save her own skin. She is selfish and self-centered and Tom is only concerned with maintaining his status in the elite world of the rich and wants nothing to do with scandal. The external conflict would be the law. Daisy will not confess to the hit and run she committed and Tom would not give up his standing in the community to do the honest thing and go to the police with the truth. Daisy and Tom are content with allowing Gatsby to take the blame since it is presumed by some, namely Myrtle's husband, that Gatsby was driving the car at the time of Myrtle's death. Unfortunately for Gatsby, Myrtle's husband arrived before the police and killed him. Both Daisy and Tom are without conscience or a moral compass. They get out of town and never even attend Gatsby's funeral. Kind of hard to face a corpse when you are the reason they are dead.
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a) it provides a way for artist to debates issues
Living in the bubble of suburban [City], my family was treated like a blemish on its pristine surface. A house with a black father and white mother, along with a handful of mixed kids, easily stood out in our predominantly white neighborhood. Though some families talked about us, and never to us, my father always reinforced the importance of our lineage and helped immerse me in our culture.
Our family comes from a small village in upper Egypt; its proximity to Sudan and prevalence of Nubian lifestyles created a melting pot of cultures that encapsulates my identity as a first-generation Muslim African American. Although kids made fun of my skin tone and practices, my father taught me to be proud to emphasize the African in being African American. My peers’ derogatory comments and terrorist jokes were so common I became desensitized to the insults. And though I spoke out against their hateful rhetoric, my words seemed only to bounce off the Kevlar vest that is ignorance. It wasn’t until years later, while working on an election campaign, that I found the solution.
A state representative had asked me to stand a few feet farther from the door than the typical distance of my white coworkers while canvassing door-to-door because my dark skin could scare off potential voters. In that moment, she treated me not like the seasoned campaign veteran I was, or even as a person, but as a liability. I pulled the campaign manager aside and talked to him about the representative’s crass comments; from that day forward I helped to advise the campaign on diversity and inclusion issues. Learning about these topics allowed our staff to understand the issues facing underrepresented members of the community, and thus allowed us to better represent the entire district.
That experience taught me the power of education in changing people’s perceptions and led me to use my positions as a platform for diversity issues. As a debater, I promoted racial and ethnic understanding in round by reading from Afro-pessimism or Afrocentricity to broaden my opponent’s perspective. While chief justice of the Student Government Supreme Court, I worked with the student president to create a proposal for a mandatory diversity and equity class that would later be presented to the Faculty Senate.
I am proud of my African background and black ancestry as it has given me the opportunity to shape the outlook of people I meet. Skin tone and religion do not justify malicious behavior, which is why I strive to educate as many people as possible to create a world more accepting of all identities.
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Michael went to the forest because he loves walking among the trees.
Explanation:
Objects which tells the Story of My Life.
Every person is attached with some or the other objects or items which tells the story of their life. Mine would most definitely be my dairy in which I write the happenings of my life. That dairy has become a part of my life because it is filled with all the happy moments, sad days, and with some most beautiful memories.
Apart from this, I have a collection of old toys, art supplies from my school days, and book of short stories for children. Looking at these objects makes me relive those good old days, it makes me realize that we should always keep the child within us alive.
