Word: dillard
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...goods and benefits has had results-uneven but undeniable. Increasingly, blacks are seen in offices of corporations and banks, in classrooms of elite colleges, in officers' clubs, affluent suburbs, theaters, tourist haunts. Says Daniel C. Thompson, chairman of the sociology department at New Orleans' predominantly black Dillard University: "Being black and qualified is the most valuable commodity in American society...
Generally, blacks still cluster together, whether in city or suburbs. "I wouldn't think of moving into a white neighborhood unless other blacks were there first," says Sandra Dillard, a reporter for the Denver Post. "You see, we are secure in some ways but not in others." Like other American ethnic groups, blacks also prefer the company of one another, and when they have a community such as Atlanta, it is easy to see why. The city remains the black showcase of the nation. Some of America's wealthiest blacks live in suburbs hardly distinguishable from those inhabited...
...first she seems to fit into a pattern as predictable as a wildlife calendar, this Annie Dillard, the sensitive young woman with folded hands on the dust jacket, who looks out of her cottage window on nature and, sure enough, starting right on schedule with January, records the seasons as they come and go at Tinker Creek in Virginia. After the obligatory prologue resolving to "cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity," pace Thoreau, she introduces her obligatory cat and a goldfish named Ellery Channing. Then onto your feet. In "the long slant of light that means good walking," she points...
...pearl of great price," modestly insisting, "I am no scientist. I explore the neighborhood." Here is no gentle romantic twirling a buttercup, no graceful inscriber of 365 inspirational prose poems. As she guides the attention to a muskrat, to a monarch butterfly, a heron or a coot, Miss Dillard is stalking the reader as surely as any predator stalks its game...
...passage of virtuoso understatement, Miss Dillard meticulously records the death of a small frog sucked dry by a giant water bug, and with eerie calm reports an afternoon she spent sitting beside a copperhead. "Evolution loves death more than it loves you and me," she quietly concludes. And as the very fecundity of this "eggy animal world" seems to hurry toward its equally profuse extinction, Miss Dillard mercilessly brings on bridge-battering floods and hemlock-bending whirlwinds. Here is not only a habitat of cruelty and "the waste of pain" but the savage and magnificent world of the Old Testament...