Word: harlemization
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...living than buy them off with hollow praise. That, or let’s hope a giant speed trap staffed by the contract-less members of the NYPD awaits the buses of the Republican Party’s Antiquarian Road Show come convention-time next summer. Preferably somewhere in Harlem...
...Wimbledon and the U.S. Nationals and join the L.P.G.A. golf tour, she cleared a path for Arthur Ashe, Tiger Woods and the Williams sisters. (Her advice to Venus before she became the first black woman since Gibson to win Wimbledon, in 2000: "Move your feet.") Yet the former Harlem street truant shied away from her designated role as barrier breaker. She remained cool, a bit skeptical of her fame, preferring to focus on what she loved most: winning. Of her status as a rebel turned world champion, she said, with typical understatement, "Ain't that a blip?" --By Harriet Barovick
...love lives and on the basketball court. It's a decent, if humorless, teen soap in the WB tradition, but TV has a harder time dealing with working-class adults. Fox's Luis (Fridays, 8:30 p.m. E.T.), starring Luis Guzman as a struggling doughnut-shop owner in Spanish Harlem, is a parade of urban stereotypes, while NBC's midseason The Tracy Morgan Show (with the Saturday Night Live vet as a garage owner of modest means) is a cliched family-comedy...
...Beacon Journal printed a special edition of its rival, the Cleveland Plain Dealer, whose editors typed up reporters' notes by flashlight. Modell's sporting-goods company parked two trucks stocked with 2,000 pairs of shoes in Times Square and handed them out to stranded people walking home. In Harlem a group of church ladies in large hats outside a small Pentecostal church set up a card table with cups and plastic pitchers of iced tea and lemonade; they were giving drinks away...
...actually a predictable destination after years of pathologically watching “Antiques Roadshow” (almost as good as mullet-spotting at the local Wal-Mart during the one and only summer I spent in Vermont), as well as those public-access programs where someone films his own Harlem dance party/wedding/roller disco, complete with a man in a dashiki, unstoppable Latin swingers and crazy xylophonists and sax players (wearing sunglasses inside at night, of course...