Word: caucasians
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...entered the Paradise Rock Club as the only person of any non-Caucasian ethnicity at all. Actually, I take that back--there was one other Asian guy in the place, but he had a notepad and kept complaining to his friend how he'd never heard of this band, and that he'd rather cover the Mode reunion. Half the crowd had the look of a Whitesnake-Nelson doublebill audience, and the other half wore the J. Crew + Birkenstocks attire that infested the HORDE festival. Everyone came with their girlfriend--women who all got together and conspired to resurrect...
...deceased appeared to be a male Caucasian--that seemed clear from the long, narrow skull and prominent nose. He'd been dead for decades, at least, and probably longer. James Chatters, an anthropologist based in Kennewick, Washington, could tell that much from just a quick examination of the cranium and broken jawbone the coroner brought him last July. But Chatters wanted to know more. So he went to the banks of the Columbia River, where two college students had come across the skull, and managed to find most of the skeleton. The arm and leg bones suggested that the dead...
Rourke described the perpetrator as a six-foot tall, blond Caucasian male wearing blue jeans and an earring...
Homer A. Plessy, described in court papers as "of mixed descent, in the proportion of seven-eighths Caucasian and one-eighth African blood," bought himself a first-class ticket from New Orleans to Covington, Louisiana, and took a seat reserved for whites on the East Louisiana Railway. He was jailed for violating an exquisitely even-handed, race-neutral statute that forbade members of either race to occupy accommodations set aside for the other--with the exception of "nurses attending the children of the other race." Plessy insisted he was white, and when that failed, argued that criminal-court judge John...
...love you.'" Yet reconciliation informed many of the festival works, including two lovely playlets, Lucas' What I Meant Was (a young man reimagines the dinner-table arguments he's had with his family, so that everyone is now rueful and forgiving) and Hwang's Trying to Find Chinatown (a Caucasian and a Chinese discover detente in their crisscrossing cultural identities). Joan Ackermann's sweet, funny The Batting Cage takes a comic cliche, the smothering sister (enchantingly embodied by Veanne Cox), and gives her life and depth as she comes to terms with her family...