Word: dominici
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Italy; revived humanism, based on study of recently rediscovered classic manuscripts, was threatening the church with a new kind of paganism. The new convent of San Domenico, then less than two years in existence, was a spearhead of the reformed order of Dominican Observants. Its leader, the eloquent Fra Dominici, raised up against the New Learning the stern teachings of the church fathers: "Christ is our only guide to happiness . . . our father, our leader, our light, our food, our redemption, our way, our truth, our life." Fra Dominici exhorted the young monks: "As the years of tender youth flow...
...close to three-quarters of a century, hardbitten, weather-beaten Provenqal Peasant Gaston Dominici was virtually a law unto himself. Each year the world passed close to his farm along France's famed Route Napoleon, but the streams of tourists bound for the pleasure domes of the Riviera were as remote from him and his world as so many swallows in the sky. Dirt-poor as all his neighbors, Gaston lived like them close to the soil and the wind and the rain, a hard, dour patriarch who ruled his little family with an iron hand and neither asked...
Then, in August 1952, three camping Britons-famed Food Expert Sir Jack Drummond. his wife and his ten-year-old daughter Elizabeth-were found brutally slain on the Dominici farm. The murder became a cause célébre (TIME, Aug. 18, 1952). Biochemist Sir Jack was renowned for his part in setting the nutritional minimums for Britain's wartime rations; the failure to find his killer was an international humiliation for the French police. After long and confused police investigations, Gaston Dominici was carted off to prison. Last week the mahogany-faced old peasant, now 77, stood...
Just Listen. There was nothing in all of Gaston Dominici's life to prepare him for the intricacies of the judicial procedure in which he suddenly found himself. "I don't make fun of anybody," grumbled old Gaston to the judge as the trial's snarls of conflicting evidence began to unfold, "and I don't like anyone to make fun of me." "I'll do the talking, Dominici," the chief judge shouted back at him. "You just listen!" Diverting as it was, the trial did little to shed light on Dominici's guilt...
...Whatever the verdict, it will be a miscarriage of justice," said one prominent French attorney who attended the trial as an observer. "There is every indication that Dominici is involved, but that he could not have committed the murders alone." Nevertheless, early this week the jury reached its conclusion: guilty. The old peasant was sentenced to die on the guillotine, though the sentence would probably be commuted to life imprisonment. "My sons-what swine!" snarled the old man as he was led away...