This article will be highlighting the key differences between the two types of human settlement: City and Village…. Difference Between City and Village. A village is a small group of settlements while a city is a large group of settlements. Although some might also be found in urban areas, villages are usually located in rural areas while cities are urban centers.
A village is located in a smaller land area while a city has a large land area. The village people always try to protect their traditional habits and culture. The village has clean air and the environment is very beautiful. The village has less noise and rush. Even though I have never lived in a city, I think life is better in a small town because the community is close knit.
Small towns have less crime and less traffic as well. It takes less time to drive from one end of town to the other than it does in the city. While village life has many advantages, including less noise, beautiful natural landscapes, less pollution, fresh air and less congestion, the statistics does not favor the village folks worldwide.
Disadvantages of Village Life The educational advantages are often few and difficult to secure, and opportunities for work are far less than in the city. Life in the village may become dull, and engender a lack of brightness and polish which puts the village people at a disadvantage beside the town dweller.
The village plays an important role in maintaining the ecological balance as it is a place which is covered by greenery which overcomes the green cover which is less in the cities and also it is a shelter for various animals. Its because in a village every thing in naturally set.
There is no much noise pollution as compare to city. People in the village share their things to each other and help one another in times of need.
Three of the top reasons are jobs, education and lifestyle. Better job market: Where there are more people, there are more jobs. This is the main reason so many people leave country towns to live in big cities. There are numerous of reasons why living in countryside is the better than the city.
The wife of a bistro owner happily tells Baldwin that last year the village bought Africans. Baldwin thinks about European missionaries who are the first white people to arrive in African villages, but he notes that this is a different phenomenon from what he experiences in the Swiss village.
White people do not wish to be hated, but neither are they willing to give up their power. Baldwin returns to the village each summer for multiple years, and the villagers grow less curious about him. Some are friendly, while some are rude and insulting behind his back. As a result, they have had to manufacture a relationship to the United States and to the world in order to survive.
The most important of these principles is, of course, white supremacy. Here Baldwin offers a counter-narrative to the mainstream account of the relationship between Europe and America.
The prevailing narrative of American history focuses on the experience of the settlers, who—facing persecution in Europe—fled to America in order to found a new country based on principles of freedom, equality, and democracy. However, Baldwin suggests that the more important account of the emergence of the United States should focus on the transmission of white supremacy from Europe into this new land.
This is, after all, the only narrative that factors in the stories of all Americans, not just white people. Although Americans have enacted white supremacy in a particularly vicious and brutal manner, they did not invent it. White Americans must find ways to live with black people in order to live with themselves, but they have thus far not succeeded in acknowledging or resolving this fact. Black Americans are not strangers in the West—they are of the West, and, as such, have a uniquely terrible and meaningful relationship to white Americans, their oppressors.
People must accept the reality that the existence of the United States has created not only a new black identity, but a new white identity. This desire for innocence is problematic in a number of ways, not least of which is the fact that it strives to ignore the crimes committed by white people against people of color, rather than holding white people accountable. However, because this innocence will never be a reality, Baldwin ends on a hopeful note that progress is inevitable.
Cite This Page. Home About Story Contact Help. But then it opens out into other concerns and into a different voice, swivelling to look at the American racial situation in the nineteen-fifties. The part of the essay that focusses on the Swiss village is both bemused and sorrowful. Baldwin is alert to the absurdity of being a writer from New York who is considered in some way inferior by Swiss villagers, many of whom have never travelled.
But, later in the essay, when he writes about race in America, he is not at all bemused. He is angry and prophetic, writing with a hard clarity and carried along by a precipitous eloquence. I took a room at the Hotel Mercure Bristol the night I arrived. I opened the windows to a dark view, but I knew that in the darkness loomed the Daubenhorn mountain. The ancestor had briefly taken possession of the descendant.
It was a moment of identification, and in the days that followed that moment was a guide. But the village has grown considerably since his visits, more than sixty years ago. There were a few glances at the hotel when I was checking in, and in the fine restaurant just up the road, but there are always glances.
There are glances in Zurich, where I am spending the summer, and there are glances in New York City, which has been my home for fourteen years. There are glances all over Europe and in India, and anywhere I go outside Africa.
The test is how long the glances last, whether they become stares, with what intent they occur, whether they contain any degree of hostility or mockery, and to what extent connections, money, or mode of dress shield me in these situations. To be a stranger is to be looked at, but to be black is to be looked at especially.
There were, in fact, no bands of children on the street, and few children anywhere at all. Presumably the children of Leukerbad, like children the world over, were indoors, frowning over computer games, checking Facebook, or watching music videos. Baldwin had to bring his records with him in the fifties, like a secret stash of medicine, and he had to haul his phonograph up to Leukerbad, so that the sound of the American blues could keep him connected to a Harlem of the spirit.
The music you travel with helps you to create your own internal weather. At dinner, at a pizzeria, there were glances. A table of British tourists stared at me. But the waitress was part black, and at the hotel one of the staff members at the spa was an older black man. But it is also true that the little pieces of history move around at a tremendous speed, settling with a not-always-clear logic, and rarely settling for long. And perhaps more interesting than my not being the only black person in the village is the plain fact that many of the other people I saw were also foreigners.
This was the biggest change of all. It has become the most popular thermal resort in the Alps. The municipal baths were full. There are hotels on every street, at every price point, and there are restaurants and luxury-goods shops. If you wish to buy an eye-wateringly costly watch at forty-six hundred feet above sea level, it is now possible to do so. The better hotels have their own thermal pools.
At the Hotel Mercure Bristol, I took an elevator down to the spa and sat in the dry sauna. A few minutes later, I slipped into the pool and floated outside in the warm water. Others were there, but not many. A light rain fell. We were ringed by mountains and held in the immortal blue. Of the villagers, he writes:. These people cannot be, from the point of view of power, strangers anywhere in the world; they have made the modern world, in effect, even if they do not know it.
Out of their hymns and dances come Beethoven and Bach. Go back a few centuries and they are in their full glory—but I am in Africa, watching the conquerors arrive. What is this list about? Does it truly bother Baldwin that the people of Leukerbad are related, through some faint familiarity, to Chartres?
That some distant genetic thread links them to the Beethoven string quartets?
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