Word: doorway
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Martin King hears "the clock of destiny ticking out," recognizes his own historical moment, breathes confidence in his ultimate triumph. Never does he place himself on the defensive, acknowledge that there are those who see him standing in the doorway he himself has opened, and old champion become an obstruction. Those who, while he stands solidifying old gains, want to push through the doorway and move...
Next time you walk by the CRIMSON look above the doorway to the small balcony. There every day in years past a plumed crier appeared daily to tell the world the news. Now, gnarled in body and knotty of mind, he emerges once yearly, on New Year's morn, to gurgle weird incantations about the coming twelve-month in Serbo-Croation. Below are his predictions, translated from the original...
...when mobs tried to block the entrance of the university's first Negro student, James Meredith, Doar risked his own life three times to contact the besieged feds in the campus Lyceum. With Deputy (now Acting) Attorney General Nicholas Katzenbach, he walked past Governor George Wallace in the doorway at the University of Alabama. Doar is best remembered as the hero of a vivid confrontation between rock-tossing Negroes and trigger-itchy cops in Jackson, Miss., in 1963. Walking alone between the combatants, he roared: "My name is John Doar, D-O-A-R! I'm from...
...came out and said, 'No, I want to watch it all.' And she stood in the doorway. And then they took it in, and put the body in the casket." 'The Law Must Be Met." At that point came a harrowing incident. "The casket was brought out about halfway," said O'Donnell, "and a gentleman arrived who said that we would not be allowed to remove the body from the hospital until the necessary papers had been signed." O'Donnell agreed, assuming it would be done on the instant, but about ten minutes passed...
...from the coroner's office, shouted very loudly, 'You can't do that! You can't leave here now!' Nobody paid any attention to him. We pushed out through another set of swinging doors. I remember a Catholic priest was between this and the doorway, and was praying. It was most disconcerting because we were concerned at all times that some moment they would say stop, and I hated to think what might happen to Mrs. Kennedy if she had to go back and go through this all over again. So we brushed them...