Word: forehead
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Beatings and other varieties of brutality are rare. Minor infractions of camp rules may be punished with an hour "in the corner" -- kneeling in the dirt, hands behind the back, forehead to the ground -- while more serious troublemaking can earn a stay in solitary of two to four days. Three times daily the prisoners are mustered outside their tents, hands behind their backs, heads down, to count off. Dr. Abdul Aziz Rantisi, once a pediatrician from Khan Yunis and now an administrative detainee at Ansar, is known as No. 561. Says he: "Our hearts are bleeding, and we prefer...
...done. When protest got 4 people murdered by the National Guard at Kent State. When during the takeover of University Hall in 1969, "(i)n the reception room of Dean Glimp's office, a girl stood with blood trickling down from a cut in the center of her forehead. A state trooper stepped up...and steadied her chin with his thumb. The tenderness of this grasp was deceiving. With his free hand, he raised his long club high over his head, and brought..the club crashing down on the girl's head. The force of the swing nearly lifted...
Cheek resting gently on folded arms, the attractive, dark-eyed woman stares from the page with that familiar cover-girl gaze. But wait. Aren't those wrinkles on her forehead? And creases in her cheek? "At last!" declares the cover line. "A magazine for the woman who wasn't born yesterday." At last, indeed. After a tempestuous 2 1/2-year start-up that had Manhattan media circles sniffing with disdain, readers this week will see the first issue of Lear's. The brainchild and namesake of Frances Lear, former wife of Hollywood Producer Norman Lear, the new magazine is dedicated...
...barely regained my senses when it happened again. From out of the haze of mud dripping from my forehead and eyelids, from out of the cloud of exhaust left by the garbage truck, a car was aiming straight for my head. Maybe the driver had decided to pass another car by going over the island without seeing me, or maybe he thought I was a mud puddle, or maybe he simply wanted to hit me for the sheer sadistic pleasure, but whatever the motive, that Honda's grille left an imprint on my forehead that remains to this...
...same response every time. "I made a mistake, I made a mistake, I made a mistake..." He is lying on hard wood and drops of water are slowly falling on his forehead. Drop. "I made a mistake." Drop. "I made a mistake...