82 B2+ | 8. Klasse | Unit 06: All men are created equal 0 A seasons B times C decades D years 1 A happy B proud C pleased D delighted 2 A comes B stands C falls D turns 3 A founded B centred C based D pivoted 4 A treat B interact C prejudice D deal 5 A prefer B banish C use D avoid 6 A advocating B pretending C experiencing D preventing 7 A regards B means C concerns D helps 8 A why B because C how D what 9 A stereotypes B misconceptions C misinterpretations D connotations 10 A inform B insist C imply D include 11 A fake B unreal C preposterous D compelling 12 A boost B harm C fail D blend 13 A although B during C despite D while 14 A matters B cares C lasts D succeeds 15 A Carry B Keep C Consider D Stay Read the text by Benjamin Zephaniah. Some words are missing. Complete the text by writing one word for each gap (1–15) in the spaces provided. The first one (0) has been done for you. LANGUAGE IN USE 2 This is personal This is personal. It started when I was an eight-(0) -old schoolboy. I was walking on Farm Street in Hockley, Birmingham, (1) my family lived. I was in my own little world, having poetic thoughts and wondering what the future held for me. Then, bang, I felt an almighty slap on the back of my head and I fell to the (2) . A boy who was the same age as me had (3) me with a brick as he rode past on his bicycle. As I lay on the ground with blood pouring from the back of my head, he looked back and shouted, “Go home, you black bastard.” I had no (4) what he was talking about. I was going home. Who was black? What was a bastard? At home my mother sat me down and (5) to me that there were some people in this country that didn’t like people (6) us who were not white, and they wanted us to go back home. I spent the next few months wondering where my ‘real’ home was – I thought it was in Birmingham – and what was so great (7) being white, and why would anyone want to hit someone because of the (8) of their skin? A couple of years later I decided to (9) my local youth club. When I arrived, I went straight to the table-tennis table and asked if I could play. I was quickly (10) by a group of young boys and girls who started pushing me towards the door and telling me that black people should not come to this club. I was pushed and tripped to the floor a (11) of times, but I was relieved when an adult arrived on the scene and (12) to my rescue. But he wasn’t (13) help. He did tell the mob to leave me alone, and then he took me into his office, where he told me that it would be best if I didn’t come back to the youth club because I would upset the atmosphere. He said they were like a family at the club, and I should find a family of my (14) . These little stories are just two (15) of the racism that I experienced as a very young boy. I understood very quickly that I had to always be on the lookout for strangers who hated me and anyone like me. Nur zu Prüfzwecken – Eigentum des Verlags öbv
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