Word: braves
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Despite those brave words, every white Rhodesian realizes that "fighting through thick and thin" may become a savage reality if the Geneva Conference on Rhodesia remains stalemated-which it has been since it convened at the end of October. All that seems to be keeping the conference alive is a reluctance by Smith and Rhodesia's four black nationalist leaders-Joshua Nkomo, Robert Mugabe, Bishop Abel Muzorewa and the Rev. Ndabaningi Sithole-to bear the blame for torpedoing Rhodesia's last real hope of avoiding a bloody civil...
...move them," I say almost in a whisper. "I can't move them" ...Men are screaming all around me. "Oh God get me out of here!" "Please help!" they scream...We are moving slowly through the water, the Amtrac rocking back and forth. We cannot be brave anymore, there is no reason. It means nothing...
Pogrund readily acknowledges the need to compromise principles involved in this type of compliance. "The press in South Africa has a very interesting history," he says. "Sometimes we can be brave as hell, and sometimes just as cowardly." Or, "editing a newspaper in South Africa is like walking blind folded through a mine-field," was the way Pogrund put it in an article that appears in the Autumn-Winter '75 issue of the Neiman Journal. "It is indeed a mine field of legal hazards...
...These bleak experiences reinforced his conviction that the Western world was collapsing and goaded him to cast himself as a doomsayer, as "Cassandra-Celine," who in 1939 gleefully harangued his friends with prophecies of war: "Scrape out your entrails, my heroes! Come and have your breasts stuffed, my brave ones! ... All to the scrap heap, guts everywhere. The debraining is going to start...
...driven cheerfully into the Catskill Mountains, the gefilte fish capital of the cosmos, to observe two black men readying themselves for a fight at Yankee Stadium. The Ali I remembered was brave, young and handsome, and as remote from death as spring. But now this man had turned contemplative and grave. He was telling me something with great subtlety. Muhammad Ali was dying as a fighter...