Word: backings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Caribbean Classic," Panama's strongman, General Omar Torrijos, ran into a stretch of bad luck. First, the general, who seized power in a coup 14 months ago, lost a bundle on a Panamanian nag that had the nerve to finish fifth in a field of twelve. Then, back in Panama City, a couple of colonels tried to make it a daily double by turning him out of office in a countercoup. The result, within 48 fast-moving hours, was a counter-countercoup, something that not even Panama has experienced before...
Even as the colonels reshuffled Torrijos' Cabinet, rival Guardia officers prepared to bring their chief back. Next day, word came from Mexico City: 'Torrijos is returning." On that signal, 14 truckloads of Guardsmen roared out of a garrison at outlying Tocumen Airport. Some fanned out over the country, others sped into Panama City and pulled up at the dingy, Victorian Guardia headquarters. After a bit of harmless shooting, Sanjur and Silvera were led off to jail...
Folk Hero. Meanwhile, Torrijos dashed back to Panama-after a fashion. After a long, hopscotch flight back from Mexico in a small plane, Torrijos finally landed by the light of torches at a remote airstrip near David, 300 miles west of Panama City. Then came a triumphant, ten-hour ride into the capital in a fleet of rattletrap buses whose entourage of private cars and cheering campesinos grew at every hamlet...
...keep giving the Arabs a bloody nose from time to time, the Arab balloon will blow up. We are going to live like this, hacking at each other, for some time to come." A fervent Zionist, Weizman has no patience with Israelis who would turn back occupied territories to the Arabs. "Do I have to preach to my children that I have the right to the land of Israel only where there are no Arabs?" he asks. "Or do I preach to my children that I have a right to this land because it is mine of right...
Fused Concerns. They step forth hesitantly, to look about them at a world which has come a long way from the crystalline vision celebrated by the icon makers. Yet Giacometti, however attenuated the impulse, is still in the lineage that reaches back to Bruegel's exuberant vision, Rembrandt's passionate introspection, the language of humanism. Across town at the Biennale, the young propose that the visual concerns of seven centuries have been mined out, exhausted. The argument is none too convincing among the melted statues and faltering gadgetry. It suggests that their alternative is itself running...