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...sophisticated minds, the poor, simply by standing still, are caught up in a kind of geometric regression. For the most part, they are those whom the welfare state never brushed, a residual minority tucked away in rural backwaters and urban ghettos: the Cumberland's dirt farmer, the Mississippi cotton chopper, the migrant farm worker in California's Imperial Valley, the illiterate Harlem dishwasher. They exist, as Michael Harrington wrote in The Other America, "beyond history, beyond progress, sunk in a paralyzing, maiming routine...
...from Southern California's Edwards Air Force Base. Hearing a loud thump on the fuselage and seeing a red warning light blinking on the control panel, Alvin White, 47, North American Aviation's chief test pilot in the West, and his copilot, Air Force Colonel Joseph Cotton, 44, knew something was amiss with their landing gear. Pursuit jets monitoring the flight reported that one of the two tires on Cecil's forward gear had blown and the entire assembly was jammed against the partly open doors of the wheel cavity. A computer governing the gear...
While White and Cotton tried desperately to move the gear by whipping the plane's nose up and down, ground engineers pored over charts in order to pinpoint the exact cause of the trouble. They concluded that a short circuit had snarled the computer, which was programmed to allow the landing gear to rise and descend only when the wheel-cavity doors were fully open. Control of the gear thus had to be removed from the computer. By causing a second short circuit, ground engineers advised, the pilots might manage to circumvent the computer and disengage the landing gear...
...images. He has permitted himself to range from Bach to Mozart to Prokoviev to Odetta to the Missa Luba to Leadbelly. Running head-on against our various stock responses, he inevitably creates image-sound discords. For me such discords arose between the healing of a leper and a cotton-field blues moan, between the infant Jesus and Odetta's annoyingly mannered "Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child...
Smith bowed finally to the demand that his group go back to Mississippi and lay the proper groundwork for an agency grant. For, while the capital camp-in smacked of a Gogol comedy, the plight of the Delta Negroes, evicted from their sharecroppers' homes after they struck cotton plantations last year, was indeed tragic-and hardly likely to improve without federal help...