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...lived on this block practically all my life, and there were very few changes. But more and more it's changing now. More and more superintendents are black, and that's how it all starts. I'm not against all blacks. If they're halfway decent, who minds them? I lived on 18th Street with a colored family. They were nice. If you get the right people, okay. But not the families that come here. These are from down South. Most of them are on welfare and have no sense of values. With the Negro people...
...Turner is a onetime shoe salesman with a chronic sore back. Raised in Texas, exposed for a while to big-city life in Detroit, he decided in 1964, at 42, to become a publisher in a small Michigan town. He chose Howell (pop. 5,000), in Livingston County, halfway between Detroit and Lansing, where the most reliable source of excitement is the annual muskmelon festival. At least it was until James C. Turner turned crusader...
...toward social revolution? Indeed, yes. U.S. Theologian Richard Shaull says that only at the center of the revolution can we "perceive what God is doing." His fellow romanticist Rubem Alves, a 36-year-old Brazilian Protestant, thinks man must meet the liberating event of Christ's Resurrection halfway, as "cocreator" of his own destiny (a Teilhardian notion) through the processes of political revolution. Moltmann frankly admits that hope leads to revolution, declaring that the Christian community ought above all to favor the poor and the dispossessed. But both he and Alves suggest that Christians should have a moderating influence...
...subtitled "The Bat's Revenge." Now what in the world do I know about bats? (To be honest, I was able to recall a snatch of lvric from Il est Side Story that sang about bats out of hell, but I hardly thought that would see me through.) However, halfway through the second act, it became somewhat clear that the Eledermans libretto isn't about bats at all. No, it is all about unfaithful husbands, masked balls, hermaphrodite princes, and all the other staples of what we have come to know and love as I ligh Camp. I breathed...
...Halfway through the slide show it becomes obvious that the farmers didn't know what they were getting into and just fought because they were ready to fight. By the time the show is over, however, the hill outside has become just another hill, albeit one with plaques. The farmers have disappeared. All that is left are three graves on the other side of the bridge and a plaque that says something like: "They came three thousand miles and died to keep the past upon its trrone...