Word: collards
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Duration. At a ghetto garden in Portland that helps feed some 300 people, she cooed over a twelve-year-old farmer's collard greens and admitted that if she lived there, "I would be out every day with my little hoe-gardening is my favorite hobby." She tickled a toddler at a day care facility for children of farm laborers in Forest Grove, Ore. She encouraged teen-age weight lifters at a community center near the Watts ghetto with a little of her own body English...
...feet ("trotters"), knuckles, tails, ears, snouts, neck, backbones, hocks, stomach (hog maw) and other innards. Today, as 200 years ago, the true "stone soul" dish is chitterlings, pronounced "chitlins." These are the small intestines of a pig, boiled, marinated, then smothered with "Louisiana hot sauce," served with turnip or collard greens, black-eyed peas and hot corn bread. The meal is traditionally topped off with a slice of sweet-potato pie, a delicacy regarded as soulful even by Southern aristocrats...
...soul? Man, that's the question of the hour. If it has soul, then it's tough, beautiful, out of sight. It passes the test of with-itness. It has the authenticity of collard greens boiling on the stove, the sassy style of the boogaloo in a hip discotheque, the solidarity signified by "Soul Brother" scrawled on a ghetto storefront...
...Rhodesia Smith inherited was not conciliatory either. When the United Party decided to accept the 1961 constitution, Smith resigned in a rage-and immediately received a telegram of congratulations from archconservative Tobacco Tycoon Douglas Collard Lilford. "Ian Smith, and Ian Smith alone, was the one to get up and say no," recalls "Boss" Lilford. "He was the only blessed one to resign. This man has steel in him." Smith drove out to Lilford's estate near Salisbury, talked the tobacco man into helping him found the Rhodesian Front to preserve "Rhodesia for the Rhodesians...
Somewhere in the South, a Negro seats himself in a newly integrated café. "Do you have any collard greens?" he asks the waitress. "Do you have any pigs' feet or pigs' tails? Do you have any mustard greens and corn bread?" To each question, the answer is no. "Well," says the Negro, "you folks aren't ready for integration...