Word: coatings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Moreover, the Negro in the ghetto is showing a declining gratitude for visitations by white missionaries who sign up for temporary duty only, and who may be more interested in salving their own consciences than in solving a problem that cannot be cured by a coat of paint. The reception given New York's beautifying task force was generally cordial, but there were a few notable exceptions. "Why clean outside?" asked one resident. "All the badness is inside, and that will still be there tomorrow...
...last-minute fill-in for a vacant slot at a Johannesburg theatre, play the show as if they had never seen it before. Equally enthusiastic is Kendrew Lascelles, the chief comic, who also devised some of the choreography. Mr. Lascelles, periodically strolling on stage wearing a floor-length black coat and carrying a tuba that he cannot play, looks like a banana waiting to be peeled. He also has a way of bunching up his entire torso into his breast, a trick he's likely to pull anytime, anywhere, and for no rational reason...
...Having participated in "The Thing in the Spring [April 26]" I am now absolutely certain that white people cannot hide a slum with a coat of paint-even if the suburbanites are the painters. The poor need low-cost housing-white America cannot paint that fact away...
Every morning now when I wake up I have to run through the whole thing in my mind. I have to do that because I wake up in a familiar place that isn't what it was. I wake up and I see blue coats and brass buttons all over the campus. ("Brass buttons, blue coat, can't catch a nanny goat" goes the Harlem nursery rhyme.) I start to go off the campus but then remember to turn and walk two blocks uptown to get to the only open gate. There I squeeze through the three-foot "out" opening...
Saturday morning on Seventh Street was ugly. The sun rose coldly on blocks of burned out buildings, piles of cement-encrusted bricks, charred wood reaching silently into the air. And all over there was a horrible coat of sweat--the dew of the morning and the hosing-down of the night. Smoke hung quietly in the air; the yellow-brown tear gas was still there...