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...some stories are so deeply embedded in a culture that like black holes, they have the power to overwhelm and devour lesser tales that stray into their fierce field of gravity. Tawana's narrative--a messy, lesser tale that in a society uncontaminated by race hate would have been universally dismissed as a hoax--merged with deeper American memories of race and rape and lynching (the mobs sometimes made up of white law officers). Tawana's lie claimed the prestige of tragic precedent and a legacy of sacred indignation. Tawana became indistinguishable in moral terms from, say, Emmett Till...
...think baseball is boring, you'll hate the games Greg Maddux pitches. At a time when hitters like Ken Griffey Jr. are thrilling teen fans bloated by a media diet of MTV and asteroid explosions, watching Maddux throw for the Atlanta Braves is like flipping to PBS. His fastball isn't fast (nearly 90 m.p.h. on his best day, vs. around 100 for a Nolan Ryan). His curveball barely curves. He has never pitched a no-hitter. All he does is win games. How? He finds a batter's weak spot and throws right at it nearly every time, which...
...only when I started reading about hate crimes against Asian Americans, received pretty nasty crank calls and left for the East Coast that my view of my town changed. According to these outside reports, everything I considered "normal" was ignorant, discriminatory and oppressive...
Today medical rules are getting more relaxed. Some transgenders still elect to have full operations, but others (especially the young) express gender their own way, perhaps just with clothing or hormone treatments or with partial surgery. Increasingly, they simply refuse to discuss their private parts. "What's important is hate crimes and job discrimination," says Shannon Minter, a female-to-male transgender and civil rights lawyer. "Why does everyone want to talk about my genitals...
...must have happened years earlier. He carried a large photograph of the smiling Stephen in his M*A*S*H shirt, shouting racist epithets to incite the crowd. I silently compared the two men, Stephen and this massive ruffian--both black, both poor, both probably with a reason to hate whites. But Stephen's eyes sparkled above his childish grin. The man's eyes had narrowed, and his skin had deep furrows from a permanent frown on his deep set jaw. And I watched the beefy, red-faced white police, armed with shields and jackboots, herding people--most particularly black...