新视野大学英语三 练习

英语读写(3) 第三单元

第3单元练习

I. RF

3-RF-03

Key: 1-5 T F N T F 6-10 F N T T T

Directions: In this part, you will have 15 minutes to go over a passage quickly and read ten statements in it.

For statements 1-10, write

T(for True)if the statement agrees with the information given in the above paragraph(s);

F (for False) if the statement contradicts the information given in the above paragraph(s);

N (for Not given) if the statement is not given in the above paragraph(s);

Best of friends, Worlds Apart

Havana, sometime before 1994: As dusk descends on the quaint seaside village of Guanabo, two young men kick a soccer ball back and forth and back and forth across the sand. The tall one, Joel Ruiz, is black. The short, muscular one, Achmed Valdes, is white.

They are the best of friends.

Miami, January 2000: Mr. Valdes is playing soccer, as he does every Saturday, with a group of light-skinned Lationos in a park near his apartment. Mr. Ruiz surprises him with a visit, and Mr. Valdes, flushed and sweating, runs to greet him. They shake hands warmly.

But when Mr. Valdes darts back to the game, Mr. Ruiz stands off to the side, arms crossed, looking on as his childhood friend plays the game that was once their shared joy. Mr. Ruiz no longer plays soccer. He prefers basketball with black Latinos and African-Americans from his neighborhood.

The two men live only four miles apart, not even 15 minutes by car. Yet they are separated by a far greater distance, one they say they never imagined back in Cuba.

In ways that are obvious to the black man but far less so to the white one, they have grown apart in the United States because of race. For the first time, they inhabit a place where the color of their skin defines the outlines of their lives －where they live, the friends they make, how they speak, what they wear, even what they eat.

“It’s like I am here and he is over there,” Mr. Ruiz said, “And we can’t cross over to the other’s world.”

It is not that, growing up in Cuba’s mix of black and white, they were unaware of their difference in color. Fidel Castro may have officially put an end to racism in Cuba, but that does not mean racism has simply gone away. Still, color was not what defined them. Nationality, they had been taught, meant far more than race. They felt, above all, Cuban.

Here in America, Mr. Ruiz still feels Cuban. But above all he feels black. His world is a black world, and to live there is to be constantly conscious of race. He works in a black-owned bar, dates black women, goes to an African-American barber. “White