Word: fogged
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Negro demonstrators kept on the alert for any sign of danger from local whites. And still they were surprised. Suddenly a light plane made a low pass over the road and spewed out a heavy, yellow spray of insecticide. Coughing and gagging, the Negroes stumbled out of the fog with ruined clothing and numbing nausea. In an area noted for ingenious forms of Negro harassment, this was surely one of the most notable. Yet the story ran in only one Southern paper-the weekly Southern Courier...
Spikes on Slate. As the dawn fog blew off the crest, Indian jawans (infantrymen) in parkas fanned out along both sides of the pass, their American-supplied automatic weapons at the ready. "There, there on the right the Chinkos have come over the top," said the Indian officer, pointing to the ridge line...
...then one day, after a symbolic and gloriously silly baptism in an oily-slimy estuary, he strides sopping and transfigured into what may or may not be a religious vision: "He saw the ball of shining fog float ever so slowly along until it caught up with him. Now he walked in the ball of fire, in the feeling that at last he could stop fighting. He surrendered. He had no anxiety. He gave. He floated and gave, like a cloud breathing out light." Somehow, after that, Hedges can both love and loathe. He loathes his ex-wife and publicly...
Last spring, when the U.S. tried one alternative-harmless tear gases-an A.P. reporter latched onto the story, and from the hue and cry that followed, one might have thought that the scene was Ypres and the weapon was that deadly grey-green fog of 1915 called chlorine. In Washington, Dean Rusk and Robert McNamara rode out the storm, their protests that the gas was utterly harmless drowned in the fatuous worldwide din of indignation. While not publicly giving way, the U.S. tacitly decided that for the moment even tear gas was too hot to handle in Viet...
...Manhattan's Arnold Constable, the show belonged to Caroline Charles, one of the dozen young designers of the "Chelsea Revolution" whose presumptuous styles have forced even the London fog to lift. Backed by the wailing beat and flanked by dancers in fishnet stockings, the Charles collection mesmerized a series of teen-age audiences. And music, as sales figures testify, has something to do with fashion. Said Caroline, to the rhythmic sound of amplified guitars: "Dig one, you're bound to dig the other...