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After returning to headquarters, the police told reporters about a frantic gunfight they said they'd had with the Panthers. But later investigations disclosed that all the bullet holes from the so-called "shoot-out" had been made by shots fired into the building--that is, by the police...
...police left behind spent cartridges and bullet holes indicating, according to a Federal grand jury, that they had fired between 83 and 99 times. There was evidence of only one Panther bullet. Roughly half of the police bullets had come from a Thompson submachine gun, which spit most of its bullets through a thin living-room wall into a tiny room where Fred Hampton, the Panthers' Chicago chairman, died...
Streaking at 125 miles an hour along the 420-mile scenic route between Tokyo and the central city of Okayama, Japan's gleaming, automated bullet trains have long been a keen source of pride to the country and the envy of railroad men the world over. Yet, beneath the bright image of the Shinkansen, or bullet express, most of the country's rail service, operated by the government-owned Japanese National Railways, is a tangled, money-losing mess of aged equipment, angry employees and boiling riders. So bad is the trouble that a few weeks ago, JNR President...
Part of the plan will extend the automated bullet lines, the only profitable segment of the railroad, by 1,000 miles by 1979. In all, Tanaka is calling for enlarging the tracks for bullet trains to 4,500 miles within the next dozen years. Though Tanaka's political opponents agree that JNR must be improved, they argue that the $40 billion plan is too lavish and will give a big push to inflation, already at 13%. The unions are not overly impressed either. They plan yet another paralyzing rail slowdown next month...
...huddled with three students behind a metal kiosk. Suddenly, a student dashed across the intersection and hurled a rock at a glaring mercury street lamp. A policeman fired a round at him; the bullet ripped through the kiosk and into the shoulder of the student to my left. Groaning, he slumped over in the arms of his friend, blood oozing through his starched white shirt...