Word: colorations
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Supporters of Proposition 209, California's controversial 1996 ballot initiative ending racial preferences, say cascading is good: it means U.C. applicants are finally being judged on their abilities, not the color of their skin. Advocates go a step further, saying that it even benefits the minority students who end up being turned away by more prestigious campuses. Students are better off, the argument goes, when they attend colleges that match their academic level...
Inevitably, worries about Japan color the prospects of the whole region. And Japan was in trouble long before anyone even imagined that the words Asia and crisis could be used in the same sentence...
...commander of the Maryvale Precinct, a man who was born in Mexico and became a naturalized citizen at 24, is on his way to the murder scene. Manny Davila lives in two worlds, one the color of his uniform and the other the color of his skin, and he knows those worlds have collided on this horrible day. A day in which a brilliant, falling sun glints across the sprawling desert city, catching the top of the utility pole that Atkinson plowed into and casting the shadow of a perfect cross onto the side of a building across the street...
...pink canopy bed, pink curtains. Six when I picked the hue, I lived with it for 12 years. I quickly tired of it, but never convinced my parents to change it. Now, staring at the plain white walls of my new home, I miss the overwhelming, childish wash of color, remembering how my voice echoed off pinkness in that room. There is something institutional about these walls. Bigger and lighter and emptier and colorless, this house, in spite of its more modern subtleties. It's a house whose rooms have not yet taken in their owners. A young house...
...pink canopy bed, pink curtains. Six when I picked the hue, I lived with it for 12 years. I quickly tired of it, but never convinced my parents to change it. Now, staring at the plain white walls of my new home, I miss the overwhelming, childish wash of color, remembering how my voice echoed off pinkness in that room. There is something institutional about these walls. Bigger and lighter and emptier and colorless, this house, in spite of its more modern subtleties. It's a house whose rooms have not yet taken in their owners. A young house...