Word: bullyboys
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Frank Collin, 33, is a swaggering bullyboy who likes to dress up in a Nazi uniform, spout totalitarian dogma and howl racial slurs. Aryeh Neier, 41, the son of Jewish refugees from Nazi Germany, runs the American Civil Liberties Union, an organization that protects individual freedoms. For the past 14 months, Neier and the A.C.L.U. have defended the right of Collin and a small band of brownshirts to taunt the citizens of Skokie, Ill., thousands of whom are survivors of Nazi death camps...
...formal dollar devaluations followed, and eventually, five years ago this month, fixed exchange rates were dumped. Throughout this process, the U.S. seemed complacent, even proud. John Connally, who was Treasury Secretary when the gold window slammed shut, boasted that he had acquired a reputation as "a sort of bullyboy on the manicured playing fields of international finance." Nixon's own attitude was immortalized by a casual comment on a Watergate tape: "I don't give a shit about the [Italian] lira...
...Park regime at home and abroad, notably in the U.S., which has big Korean populations in Los Angeles, New York City and Washington. The FBI has been probing-so far inconclusively-complaints by Korean dissidents in the U.S. of KCIA harassment through threatening phone calls and other bullyboy tactics...
...when Cesar Chavez, the union leader, started organizing farm workers; his grape boycott compelled many California growers to bargain with his United Farm Workers. Only a few years after Chavez had won that victory, however, the Teamsters Union moved into the California fields, using greater resources and occasionally bullyboy harassment. Often without the approval of their employees, many of the growers who had signed with Chavez jumped over to the Teamsters; that union seemed to offer them less trouble. At the same time, many workers also turned to the Teamsters, who ran a more efficient organization...
...clipped confines of a newspaper column or magazine piece. Convincing evocations of blue-collar Saturday nights in Queens or of Bogside palaver in Londonderry stretch out until insights petrify into caricature. There are, to be sure, redeeming glimpses. Among them: the fanatic neatness of an Irish Republican Army bullyboy and Davey's sudden realization that cleanliness and godliness don't always walk together. In World Without End, Amen, Breslin weighs in as a serious novelist, then takes himself too seriously. The narrative's bog-slogging pace is a shame, be cause Breslin clearly cares, and can teach...