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(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Text 1 Luis Surez joins anti-racism calls after Dani Alves banana incident The Barcelona defender Dani Alves has sparked a social media campaign against racism in football as support flooded in from fellow professionals for his decision to eat a banana thrown at him by an opposition fan. Luis Surez, Neymar, Hulk, Mario Balotelli and Sergio Agero were among those who posted pictures of themselves taking bites out of bananas in tribute to Alves actions in his sides La Liga match at Villarreal on Sunday. The Fifa president Joseph Blatter has branded the abuse directed at Alves an outrage and promised zero tolerance towards discrimination at the World Cup, while Villarreal took swift action by identifying the culprit and handing him a lifetime stadium ban. Alves response to the banana being thrown on to the pitch in front of him as he prepared to take a corner was to nonchalantly pick it up, peel it and take a bite before continuing with the game. The 30-yearold, who has been the victim of racist abuse before during his time in La Liga, said: You need to take these situations with a dose of humour. Players across Europe paid homage on Twitter and Instagram, including Surez, who served an eight-match ban for racially abusing Patrice Evra. Alvess Bara and Brazil team-mate Neymar led the way after posting a picture on Instagram of himself holding a banana, while writing We are all monkeys. Balotelli, Milans former Manchester City striker, posted a picture of himself in a similar pose. Surez posted a picture on Twitter of himself and Liverpool team-mate Philippe Coutinho taking bites out of bananas, along with the words: #SayNoToRacism #WeAreAllMonkeys. (...) Bara gave their player their complete support and solidarity and thanked Villarreal for their immediate condemnation of the incident. Villarreal later revealed they had, with the help of fans, found out who the culprit was, had withdrawn his season ticket and banned him from the El Madrigal stadium for life. Disponvel em: http://www.theguardian.com/football/2014/apr/29/luis-suarez-anti-racism-dani-alvesbanana. Acesso em 29 abr.2014 (texto adaptado) Text 2 Whats in a name? Henry Louis Gates Jr. (1989) The question of color takes up much space in these pages, but the question of color, especially in this country, operates to hide the graver questions of the self. - James Baldwin, 1961 blood, darky, Tar baby, Kaffir, shine moor, blackamoor, Jim Crow, spook quadroon, meriney, red bone, high yellow Mammy, porch monkey, home, homeboy, George spearchucker, Leroy, Smokeymouli, buck, Ethiopian, brother, sistah - Trey Ellis, 1989 I had forgotten the incident completely, until I read Trey Ellis essay, Remember My Name, in a recent issue of the Village Voice (June 13, 1989). But there, in the middle of an extended italicized list of the bynames of the race (the race or our people being the terms my parents used in polite or reverential discourse, jigaboo or nigger more commonly used in anger, jest, or pure disgust), it was: George. Now the events of that very brief exchange return to my mind so vividly that I wonder why I had forgotten it. My father and I were walking home at dusk from his second job. He moonlighted as a janitor in the evenings for the telephone company. Every day, but Saturday, he would come home at 3:30 from his regular job at the paper Mill, wash up, eat supper, then at 4:30 head downtown to his second job. He used to make jokes frequently about a union official who moonlighted. I never got the joke, but he and his friends thought it was hilarious. All I knew was that my family always ate well, that my brother and I had new clothes to wear, and that all of the white people in Piedmont, West Virginia, treated my parents with an odd mixture of resentment and respect that even we understood at the time had something directly to do with a small but certain measure of financial security. He had left a little early that evening because I was with him and I had to be in bed early. I could not have been more than five or six, and we had stopped off at the Cut-Rate Drug Store (where no black person in town but my father could sit down to eat, and eat off real plates with real silverware) so that I could buy some caramel ice cream, two scoops in a wafer cone, please, which I was busy licking when Mr. Wilson walked by. Mr. Wilson was a very quiet man, whose stony, brooding, silent manner seemed designed to scare off any overtures of friendship, even from white people. He was Irish as was one-third of our village (another third being Italian), the more affluent among whom sent their children to Catholic School across the bridge in Maryland. He had white straight hair, like my Uncle Joe, whom he uncannily resembled, and he carried a black worn metal lunch pail, the kind that Riley carried on the television show. My father always spoke to him, and for reasons that we never did understand, he always spoke to my father. Hello, Mr. Wilson, I heard my father say. Hello, George. I stopped licking my ice cream cone, and asked my Dad in a loud voice why Mr. Wilson had called him George. Doesnt he know your name, Daddy? Why dont you tell him your name? Your name isnt George. For a moment I tried to think of who Mr. Wilson was mixing Pop up with. But we didnt have any Georges among the colored people in Piedmont; nor were there colored Georges living in the neighboring towns and working at the Mill. Tell him your name, Daddy. He knows my name, boy, my father said after a long pause. He calls all colored people George. A long silence ensued. It was one of those things, as my Mom would put it. Even then, that early, I knew when I was in the presence of one of those things, one of those things that provided a glimpse, through a rent curtain, at another world that we could not affect but that affected us. There would be a painful moment of silence, and you would wait for it to give way to a discussion of a black superstar such as Sugar Ray or Jackie Robinson. Nobody hits better in a clutch than Jackie Robinson. Thats right. Nobody. I never again looked Mr. Wilson in the eye. Texts 1 and 2 deal with the same theme: racism. From text 1, we can infer that

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Text 1 Luis Surez joins anti-racism calls after Dani Alves banana incident The Barcelona defender Dani Alves has sparked a social media campaign against racism in football as support flooded in from fellow professionals for his decision to eat a banana thrown at him by an opposition fan. Luis Surez, Neymar, Hulk, Mario Balotelli and Sergio Agero were among those who posted pictures of themselves taking bites out of bananas in tribute to Alves actions in his sides La Liga match at Villarreal on Sunday. The Fifa president Joseph Blatter has branded the abuse directed at Alves an outrage and promised zero tolerance towards discrimination at the World Cup, while Villarreal took swift action by identifying the culprit and handing him a lifetime stadium ban. Alves response to the banana being thrown on to the pitch in front of him as he prepared to take a corner was to nonchalantly pick it up, peel it and take a bite before continuing with the game. The 30-yearold, who has been the victim of racist abuse before during his time in La Liga, said: You need to take these situations with a dose of humour. Players across Europe paid homage on Twitter and Instagram, including Surez, who served an eight-match ban for racially abusing Patrice Evra. Alvess Bara and Brazil team-mate Neymar led the way after posting a picture on Instagram of himself holding a banana, while writing We are all monkeys. Balotelli, Milans former Manchester City striker, posted a picture of himself in a similar pose. Surez posted a picture on Twitter of himself and Liverpool team-mate Philippe Coutinho taking bites out of bananas, along with the words: #SayNoToRacism #WeAreAllMonkeys. (...) Bara gave their player their complete support and solidarity and thanked Villarreal for their immediate condemnation of the incident. Villarreal later revealed they had, with the help of fans, found out who the culprit was, had withdrawn his season ticket and banned him from the El Madrigal stadium for life. Disponvel em: http://www.theguardian.com/football/2014/apr/29/luis-suarez-anti-racism-dani-alvesbanana. Acesso em 29 abr.2014 (texto adaptado) It is implied in text 1 that

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Text 1 Luis Surez joins anti-racism calls after Dani Alves banana incident The Barcelona defender Dani Alves has sparked a social media campaign against racism in football as support flooded in from fellow professionals for his decision to eat a banana thrown at him by an opposition fan. Luis Surez, Neymar, Hulk, Mario Balotelli and Sergio Agero were among those who posted pictures of themselves taking bites out of bananas in tribute to Alves actions in his sides La Liga match at Villarreal on Sunday. The Fifa president Joseph Blatter has branded the abuse directed at Alves an outrage and promised zero tolerance towards discrimination at the World Cup, while Villarreal took swift action by identifying the culprit and handing him a lifetime stadium ban. Alves response to the banana being thrown on to the pitch in front of him as he prepared to take a corner was to nonchalantly pick it up, peel it and take a bite before continuing with the game. The 30-yearold, who has been the victim of racist abuse before during his time in La Liga, said: You need to take these situations with a dose of humour. Players across Europe paid homage on Twitter and Instagram, including Surez, who served an eight-match ban for racially abusing Patrice Evra. Alvess Bara and Brazil team-mate Neymar led the way after posting a picture on Instagram of himself holding a banana, while writing We are all monkeys. Balotelli, Milans former Manchester City striker, posted a picture of himself in a similar pose. Surez posted a picture on Twitter of himself and Liverpool team-mate Philippe Coutinho taking bites out of bananas, along with the words: #SayNoToRacism #WeAreAllMonkeys. (...) Bara gave their player their complete support and solidarity and thanked Villarreal for their immediate condemnation of the incident. Villarreal later revealed they had, with the help of fans, found out who the culprit was, had withdrawn his season ticket and banned him from the El Madrigal stadium for life. Disponvel em: http://www.theguardian.com/football/2014/apr/29/luis-suarez-anti-racism-dani-alvesbanana. Acesso em 29 abr.2014 (texto adaptado) In the sentence Alves response to the banana being thrown on to the pitch in front of him as he prepared to take a corner was to nonchalantly pick it up, peel it and take a bite before continuing with the game., the word in bold could be replaced by (text 1):

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Text 1 Luis Surez joins anti-racism calls after Dani Alves banana incident The Barcelona defender Dani Alves has sparked a social media campaign against racism in football as support flooded in from fellow professionals for his decision to eat a banana thrown at him by an opposition fan. Luis Surez, Neymar, Hulk, Mario Balotelli and Sergio Agero were among those who posted pictures of themselves taking bites out of bananas in tribute to Alves actions in his sides La Liga match at Villarreal on Sunday. The Fifa president Joseph Blatter has branded the abuse directed at Alves an outrage and promised zero tolerance towards discrimination at the World Cup, while Villarreal took swift action by identifying the culprit and handing him a lifetime stadium ban. Alves response to the banana being thrown on to the pitch in front of him as he prepared to take a corner was to nonchalantly pick it up, peel it and take a bite before continuing with the game. The 30-yearold, who has been the victim of racist abuse before during his time in La Liga, said: You need to take these situations with a dose of humour. Players across Europe paid homage on Twitter and Instagram, including Surez, who served an eight-match ban for racially abusing Patrice Evra. Alvess Bara and Brazil team-mate Neymar led the way after posting a picture on Instagram of himself holding a banana, while writing We are all monkeys. Balotelli, Milans former Manchester City striker, posted a picture of himself in a similar pose. Surez posted a picture on Twitter of himself and Liverpool team-mate Philippe Coutinho taking bites out of bananas, along with the words: #SayNoToRacism #WeAreAllMonkeys. (...) Bara gave their player their complete support and solidarity and thanked Villarreal for their immediate condemnation of the incident. Villarreal later revealed they had, with the help of fans, found out who the culprit was, had withdrawn his season ticket and banned him from the El Madrigal stadium for life. Disponvel em: http://www.theguardian.com/football/2014/apr/29/luis-suarez-anti-racism-dani-alvesbanana. Acesso em 29 abr.2014 (texto adaptado) According to text 1, which of the following is true about Dani Alves racism episode?

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Text 2 Whats in a name? Henry Louis Gates Jr. (1989) The question of color takes up much space in these pages, but the question of color, especially in this country, operates to hide the graver questions of the self. - James Baldwin, 1961 blood, darky, Tar baby, Kaffir, shine moor, blackamoor, Jim Crow, spook quadroon, meriney, red bone, high yellow Mammy, porch monkey, home, homeboy, George spearchucker, Leroy, Smokeymouli, buck, Ethiopian, brother, sistah - Trey Ellis, 1989 I had forgotten the incident completely, until I read Trey Ellis essay, Remember My Name, in a recent issue of the Village Voice (June 13, 1989). But there, in the middle of an extended italicized list of the bynames of the race (the race or our people being the terms my parents used in polite or reverential discourse, jigaboo or nigger more commonly used in anger, jest, or pure disgust), it was: George. Now the events of that very brief exchange return to my mind so vividly that I wonder why I had forgotten it. My father and I were walking home at dusk from his second job. He moonlighted as a janitor in the evenings for the telephone company. Every day, but Saturday, he would come home at 3:30 from his regular job at the paper Mill, wash up, eat supper, then at 4:30 head downtown to his second job. He used to make jokes frequently about a union official who moonlighted. I never got the joke, but he and his friends thought it was hilarious. All I knew was that my family always ate well, that my brother and I had new clothes to wear, and that all of the white people in Piedmont, West Virginia, treated my parents with an odd mixture of resentment and respect that even we understood at the time had something directly to do with a small but certain measure of financial security. He had left a little early that evening because I was with him and I had to be in bed early. I could not have been more than five or six, and we had stopped off at the Cut-Rate Drug Store (where no black person in town but my father could sit down to eat, and eat off real plates with real silverware) so that I could buy some caramel ice cream, two scoops in a wafer cone, please, which I was busy licking when Mr. Wilson walked by. Mr. Wilson was a very quiet man, whose stony, brooding, silent manner seemed designed to scare off any overtures of friendship, even from white people. He was Irish as was one-third of our village (another third being Italian), the more affluent among whom sent their children to Catholic School across the bridge in Maryland. He had white straight hair, like my Uncle Joe, whom he uncannily resembled, and he carried a black worn metal lunch pail, the kind that Riley carried on the television show. My father always spoke to him, and for reasons that we never did understand, he always spoke to my father. Hello, Mr. Wilson, I heard my father say. Hello, George. I stopped licking my ice cream cone, and asked my Dad in a loud voice why Mr. Wilson had called him George. Doesnt he know your name, Daddy? Why dont you tell him your name? Your name isnt George. For a moment I tried to think of who Mr. Wilson was mixing Pop up with. But we didnt have any Georges among the colored people in Piedmont; nor were there colored Georges living in the neighboring towns and working at the Mill. Tell him your name, Daddy. He knows my name, boy, my father said after a long pause. He calls all colored people George. In text 2, Whats in a name?, we can infer that the narrator is

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) The expression He moonlighted in the sentence He moonlighted as a janitor in the evenings for the telephone company. is closest in meaning to which of the following?

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Text 2 Whats in a name? Henry Louis Gates Jr. (1989) The question of color takes up much space in these pages, but the question of color, especially in this country, operates to hide the graver questions of the self. - James Baldwin, 1961 blood, darky, Tar baby, Kaffir, shine moor, blackamoor, Jim Crow, spook quadroon, meriney, red bone, high yellow Mammy, porch monkey, home, homeboy, George spearchucker, Leroy, Smokeymouli, buck, Ethiopian, brother, sistah - Trey Ellis, 1989 I had forgotten the incident completely, until I read Trey Ellis essay, Remember My Name, in a recent issue of the Village Voice (June 13, 1989). But there, in the middle of an extended italicized list of the bynames of the race (the race or our people being the terms my parents used in polite or reverential discourse, jigaboo or nigger more commonly used in anger, jest, or pure disgust), it was: George. Now the events of that very brief exchange return to my mind so vividly that I wonder why I had forgotten it. My father and I were walking home at dusk from his second job. He moonlighted as a janitor in the evenings for the telephone company. Every day, but Saturday, he would come home at 3:30 from his regular job at the paper Mill, wash up, eat supper, then at 4:30 head downtown to his second job. He used to make jokes frequently about a union official who moonlighted. I never got the joke, but he and his friends thought it was hilarious. All I knew was that my family always ate well, that my brother and I had new clothes to wear, and that all of the white people in Piedmont, West Virginia, treated my parents with an odd mixture of resentment and respect that even we understood at the time had something directly to do with a small but certain measure of financial security. He had left a little early that evening because I was with him and I had to be in bed early. I could not have been more than five or six, and we had stopped off at the Cut-Rate Drug Store (where no black person in town but my father could sit down to eat, and eat off real plates with real silverware) so that I could buy some caramel ice cream, two scoops in a wafer cone, please, which I was busy licking when Mr. Wilson walked by. Mr. Wilson was a very quiet man, whose stony, brooding, silent manner seemed designed to scare off any overtures of friendship, even from white people. He was Irish as was one-third of our village (another third being Italian), the more affluent among whom sent their children to Catholic School across the bridge in Maryland. He had white straight hair, like my Uncle Joe, whom he uncannily resembled, and he carried a black worn metal lunch pail, the kind that Riley carried on the television show. My father always spoke to him, and for reasons that we never did understand, he always spoke to my father. Hello, Mr. Wilson, I heard my father say. Hello, George. I stopped licking my ice cream cone, and asked my Dad in a loud voice why Mr. Wilson had called him George. Doesnt he know your name, Daddy? Why dont you tell him your name? Your name isnt George. For a moment I tried to think of who Mr. Wilson was mixing Pop up with. But we didnt have any Georges among the colored people in Piedmont; nor were there colored Georges living in the neighboring towns and working at the Mill. Tell him your name, Daddy. He knows my name, boy, my father said after a long pause. He calls all colored people George. Which of the following conclusions can be drawn from text 2?

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Text 2 Whats in a name? Henry Louis Gates Jr. (1989) The question of color takes up much space in these pages, but the question of color, especially in this country, operates to hide the graver questions of the self. - James Baldwin, 1961 blood, darky, Tar baby, Kaffir, shine moor, blackamoor, Jim Crow, spook quadroon, meriney, red bone, high yellow Mammy, porch monkey, home, homeboy, George spearchucker, Leroy, Smokeymouli, buck, Ethiopian, brother, sistah - Trey Ellis, 1989 I had forgotten the incident completely, until I read Trey Ellis essay, Remember My Name, in a recent issue of the Village Voice (June 13, 1989). But there, in the middle of an extended italicized list of the bynames of the race (the race or our people being the terms my parents used in polite or reverential discourse, jigaboo or nigger more commonly used in anger, jest, or pure disgust), it was: George. Now the events of that very brief exchange return to my mind so vividly that I wonder why I had forgotten it. My father and I were walking home at dusk from his second job. He moonlighted as a janitor in the evenings for the telephone company. Every day, but Saturday, he would come home at 3:30 from his regular job at the paper Mill, wash up, eat supper, then at 4:30 head downtown to his second job. He used to make jokes frequently about a union official who moonlighted. I never got the joke, but he and his friends thought it was hilarious. All I knew was that my family always ate well, that my brother and I had new clothes to wear, and that all of the white people in Piedmont, West Virginia, treated my parents with an odd mixture of resentment and respect that even we understood at the time had something directly to do with a small but certain measure of financial security. He had left a little early that evening because I was with him and I had to be in bed early. I could not have been more than five or six, and we had stopped off at the Cut-Rate Drug Store (where no black person in town but my father could sit down to eat, and eat off real plates with real silverware) so that I could buy some caramel ice cream, two scoops in a wafer cone, please, which I was busy licking when Mr. Wilson walked by. Mr. Wilson was a very quiet man, whose stony, brooding, silent manner seemed designed to scare off any overtures of friendship, even from white people. He was Irish as was one-third of our village (another third being Italian), the more affluent among whom sent their children to Catholic School across the bridge in Maryland. He had white straight hair, like my Uncle Joe, whom he uncannily resembled, and he carried a black worn metal lunch pail, the kind that Riley carried on the television show. My father always spoke to him, and for reasons that we never did understand, he always spoke to my father. Hello, Mr. Wilson, I heard my father say. Hello, George. I stopped licking my ice cream cone, and asked my Dad in a loud voice why Mr. Wilson had called him George. Doesnt he know your name, Daddy? Why dont you tell him your name? Your name isnt George. For a moment I tried to think of who Mr. Wilson was mixing Pop up with. But we didnt have any Georges among the colored people in Piedmont; nor were there colored Georges living in the neighboring towns and working at the Mill. Tell him your name, Daddy. He knows my name, boy, my father said after a long pause. He calls all colored people George. According to Gates description in text 2, we can say that Mr Wilson was

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Text 1 Luis Surez joins anti-racism calls after Dani Alves banana incident The Barcelona defender Dani Alves has sparked a social media campaign against racism in football as support flooded in from fellow professionals for his decision to eat a banana thrown at him by an opposition fan. Luis Surez, Neymar, Hulk, Mario Balotelli and Sergio Agero were among those who posted pictures of themselves taking bites out of bananas in tribute to Alves actions in his sides La Liga match at Villarreal on Sunday. The Fifa president Joseph Blatter has branded the abuse directed at Alves an outrage and promised zero tolerance towards discrimination at the World Cup, while Villarreal took swift action by identifying the culprit and handing him a lifetime stadium ban. Alves response to the banana being thrown on to the pitch in front of him as he prepared to take a corner was to nonchalantly pick it up, peel it and take a bite before continuing with the game. The 30-yearold, who has been the victim of racist abuse before during his time in La Liga, said: You need to take these situations with a dose of humour. Players across Europe paid homage on Twitter and Instagram, including Surez, who served an eight-match ban for racially abusing Patrice Evra. Alvess Bara and Brazil team-mate Neymar led the way after posting a picture on Instagram of himself holding a banana, while writing We are all monkeys. Balotelli, Milans former Manchester City striker, posted a picture of himself in a similar pose. Surez posted a picture on Twitter of himself and Liverpool team-mate Philippe Coutinho taking bites out of bananas, along with the words: #SayNoToRacism #WeAreAllMonkeys. (...) Bara gave their player their complete support and solidarity and thanked Villarreal for their immediate condemnation of the incident. Villarreal later revealed they had, with the help of fans, found out who the culprit was, had withdrawn his season ticket and banned him from the El Madrigal stadium for life. Disponvel em: http://www.theguardian.com/football/2014/apr/29/luis-suarez-anti-racism-dani-alvesbanana. Acesso em 29 abr.2014 (texto adaptado) Text 2 Whats in a name? Henry Louis Gates Jr. (1989) The question of color takes up much space in these pages, but the question of color, especially in this country, operates to hide the graver questions of the self. - James Baldwin, 1961 blood, darky, Tar baby, Kaffir, shine moor, blackamoor, Jim Crow, spook quadroon, meriney, red bone, high yellow Mammy, porch monkey, home, homeboy, George spearchucker, Leroy, Smokeymouli, buck, Ethiopian, brother, sistah - Trey Ellis, 1989 I had forgotten the incident completely, until I read Trey Ellis essay, Remember My Name, in a recent issue of the Village Voice (June 13, 1989). But there, in the middle of an extended italicized list of the bynames of the race (the race or our people being the terms my parents used in polite or reverential discourse, jigaboo or nigger more commonly used in anger, jest, or pure disgust), it was: George. Now the events of that very brief exchange return to my mind so vividly that I wonder why I had forgotten it. My father and I were walking home at dusk from his second job. He moonlighted as a janitor in the evenings for the telephone company. Every day, but Saturday, he would come home at 3:30 from his regular job at the paper Mill, wash up, eat supper, then at 4:30 head downtown to his second job. He used to make jokes frequently about a union official who moonlighted. I never got the joke, but he and his friends thought it was hilarious. All I knew was that my family always ate well, that my brother and I had new clothes to wear, and that all of the white people in Piedmont, West Virginia, treated my parents with an odd mixture of resentment and respect that even we understood at the time had something directly to do with a small but certain measure of financial security. He had left a little early that evening because I was with him and I had to be in bed early. I could not have been more than five or six, and we had stopped off at the Cut-Rate Drug Store (where no black person in town but my father could sit down to eat, and eat off real plates with real silverware) so that I could buy some caramel ice cream, two scoops in a wafer cone, please, which I was busy licking when Mr. Wilson walked by. Mr. Wilson was a very quiet man, whose stony, brooding, silent manner seemed designed to scare off any overtures of friendship, even from white people. He was Irish as was one-third of our village (another third being Italian), the more affluent among whom sent their children to Catholic School across the bridge in Maryland. He had white straight hair, like my Uncle Joe, whom he uncannily resembled, and he carried a black worn metal lunch pail, the kind that Riley carried on the television show. My father always spoke to him, and for reasons that we never did understand, he always spoke to my father. Hello, Mr. Wilson, I heard my father say. Hello, George. I stopped licking my ice cream cone, and asked my Dad in a loud voice why Mr. Wilson had called him George. Doesnt he know your name, Daddy? Why dont you tell him your name? Your name isnt George. For a moment I tried to think of who Mr. Wilson was mixing Pop up with. But we didnt have any Georges among the colored people in Piedmont; nor were there colored Georges living in the neighboring towns and working at the Mill. Tell him your name, Daddy. He knows my name, boy, my father said after a long pause. He calls all colored people George. By comparing text 1 to text 2, we can affirm that

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Escolha a alternativa que complete a sentena CORRETAMENTE. During the Second World War, approximately 6 million european jews __________ mass murdered in concentration camps and forced labour.

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Escolha a alternativa que complete a sentena CORRETAMENTE. _______________ the legislation promising them a fair share of opportunity, Dalits (lower caste) Hindus continue to form among the poorest sections of indian society.

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Escolha a alternativa que complete a sentena CORRETAMENTE. I have a dream that one day, on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners _________________ sit down together at the table of brotherhood. (Martin Luther King)

(IME - 2014/2015 - 2FASE) Escolha a alternativa que complete a sentena CORRETAMENTE. On average, women continue to earn considerably less than men. In 2012, female full-time workers made only 77 cents for every dollar earned by men, a gender wage gap ____ 23 percent.