种族歧视英文作文

What is a heroMany words can describe what a hero is, but what is the real meaning of a hero actually? For most, a hero is someone who has contributed something useful to society and he/she can also be a model for others. It’s very noble to be a hero. Many heroes even sacrifice themselves to maintain and defend something. Many heroes have done great things, but we each have our own hero in our heart. For me, she is Inul Daratista. Inul has touched our hearts in Indonesia-- she is such a gorgeous woman to us. She has shown power, strength and greatness as a female. From her, we can learn that women are as good as men. Being a woman like Inul, isn't an embarassing thing. Her potential can make our nation, Indonesia, feel proud. If I were her, I'd like to show my special dance and dangdut music throughout the world. Maybe one day, MTV will make a show about dangdut and it will be accepted all around the world.

歧视－－一个刺眼的词语。从有人类开始发展到今天，繁华的世界、多姿的社貌却无法掩饰历史的悲哀，人类的本性。1960年3月21日，南非德兰士瓦省沙佩维尔镇 的非洲人举行大规模示威游行，反对南非当局推行种族歧视的《通行证法》。通行证法是南非当局颁布的几百项有关种族歧视的法令之一，规定年满16岁以上的非白人必须随身携带通行证，证件不全者随时会遭到逮捕。游行群众遭到南非当局的野蛮镇压，有70多人被枪杀，240多人被打伤，造成了震惊世界的惨案。反对种族主义和种族歧视一直是联合国优先关注的问题之一，联合国已制订并通过一系列反对种族主义、种族隔离的宣言和公约，并连续开展了两个反对种族主义、种族歧视的10年活动。每年3月21日，世界各国都将举行各种活动，联合国有关机构将发表公报或举行特别会议，以纪念“沙佩维尔惨案”事件，呼吁国际社会反对种族歧视。人类本来就应和睦相处，种族歧视只会导致战争，古代的中国有如蒙古帝国对汉人的歧视，还有清朝入关后对南明人的屠杀等。种族歧视是对人类尊严的凌辱，受到了国际舆论和国际组织的一再谴责。我们应该相信人人都是平等的，无论肤色种族，都存在于这个社会，同样需要用爱对待他们。

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decided to rid the earth of religion. The exact process was mysterious, involved a lot of forms, and ticked a bit. I was led into a secret basement beneath Frankie HQ with multicoloured moss, posters of bands from 2034 and the faint smell of caramel popcorn. I was put through a ‘thought sorter’ which was like a personal Gravitron where I could see my mindscapes like fireworks. Some guys in hoodies came and stamped codes on to my leg with a fluoro typewriter. I was sat down at a desk and given a pen by the beautiful archangel in a petticoat. She had ruby eyes and an inbuilt theremin. I read the fine print and signed off on religion forever. The archangel smiled and we ate crumpets. She said I’d have to restart myself for the changes to take effect. I took a lift back up to land, caught a taxi home, and fell asleep in a beanbag.I woke up and got on the Internet. It was strange. I looked up ‘Bible’ and Wikipedia said it was the world’s best-selling piece of fiction by ‘anonymous’. The Pope was an ‘entertainer’, and typing ‘Christian’ into Google got me a Christian Slater fansite. I stepped outside and went down the street to my local church. The stained-glass windows had turned clear, and there was a beer garden outside. I rang my mother and asked her who Jesus was and she sounded confused. “He led the Romans, I think”. For days I dragged a methodical comb over society, trying to gauge the effects I’d induced. At first the signs were obvious- all the temples around the world had been transformed into marketplaces, pubs and libraries. All religious scriptures were now ‘Penguin Classics’. On Sunday mornings, people gathered in parks and had something between a town meeting and a counselling session. They weren’t so bad. There were sausages and a few laughs.