There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something ….Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion.
Lee (Hunter High School) asks: ”Can anyone really claim to know New York, a city of eight million…? And just who is a New Yorker anyway?”
This is perhaps an unanswerable question on its own, but we think we can approximate an answer through typifying the responses posted.
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