Word: greenes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...state government and community leaders. Martin Sullivan, recently arrived from Montreal, went into the East Los Angeles barrios to distill the Mexican-American way of life-and found the Chicanos strikingly similar in mood and plaint to their French-Canadian cousins in Quebec. Sandra Burton observed the importation of "green-card" nonunion workers from Mexico and covered the climax of a 100-mile march between El Centro and Calexico, in which, she reports, the heat hit 120° and blisters "were like merit badges." At the end, when Union Leader Cesar Chavez began to speak, she thought that...
...their loyalty, but a large segment of the shifting, transient work force continues to be indifferent to unionism. Wages have been rising even in the absence of contracts, and few farm workers can afford to go unpaid for long. Although federal regulations theoretically prohibit the hiring of aliens, or "green-carders," as strike breakers, the owners have nevertheless continued to use imported workers of Mexican citizenship...
Bracero: Mexican citizen brought into the U.S. temporarily and usually in groups to add to the existing labor force at times of peak activity. The program, begun during World War II to relieve manpower shortages, was ended-over farmers' protests-in 1964. However, individuals known as "green-carders" (for the permits they hold) can work as aliens...
...needed to deal with events such as those at Harvard. "We must keep order on our own campuses," he said, and went on to state that, if colleges failed to do so, other bodies, such as the Congress, would take on the task. Later, in his testimony before the Green subcommittee, Pusey engaged in what was perhaps a bit of verbal over-kill, saying that colleges administrators' "wills and resolves are strengthening," and that "the new barbarians will be repulsed...
...SUMMER when the city begins to steam and the mind juggles thoughts of green and blue, museums and their breezeless corridors are forgotten. Looking at paintings might be allotted to a day of rain, or to a Sunday stroll if you can not find a ride to the sea. On a summer weekday, the Boston Museum of Fine Arts is silent. Girls in white pinafores stare from the spacious brown canvas by John Singer Sargent across an empty room to the portraits on the opposite wall. A single spectator feels like an intruder, as he passes between a Renoir...