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More than You. No sooner did Dick Daley sit down than Dr. Lucien Holman, 42, a Joliet dentist who heads all N.A.A.C.P. activities in Illinois, stood up. "I don't agree with anything Mayor Daley said," cried Holman. "Everybody knows there are ghettos here. And if those of you from Mississippi think you're the first persons ever bitten by police dogs, you're wrong. That little technique began right here in the sovereign state of Illinois. And we've got more segregated schools here than you've got in Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana combined...
...When Holman finished, Daley stalked out scowling. Next day he had still more to scowl about: as he marched through downtown Chicago at the head of the N.A.A.C.P.'s Independence Day parade, there were some ominous portents-signs saying such things as MAYOR DALEY, WHAT IN HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE? And when, at parade's end, Daley tried to address a throng of some 20,000, a terrible to-do broke loose. As Daley faced the crowd, there were boos, hisses, and chants of "Daley must go ... Down with ghettos." For more than ten minutes...
...Hello Ship," Jake Holman whispers reverently to the U.S.S. San Pablo the first time he reports aboard. His new Navy messmates fondly call their ship the "Sand Pebble," and come equipped with the kind of melting-pot surnames-like Stawski and Shanahan-preferred in U.S. service epics. The ship is on duty in the exotic China of 1925, when warlords pillaged the land and the Western powers protected their trading rights with garrisons and gunboats...
...full U.S. crew. Over the years, Chinese coolies in search of "squeeze" have slowly taken over all the work aboard-first the dirtiest jobs which no American sailor wanted to do, finally everything from cooking and laundry to electrical wiring and engine-room repair. By the time Jake Holman arrives, only the guns are reserved for U.S. control...
Engines & Coolies. Chronicling the downfall of the Sand Pebbles, McKenna achieves a rare organic mixture of fast-moving story and far-ranging symbol. Holman proves to be a loner who hates the spit and polish of the Navy and the "game" of putting on a front for the Chinese. He tries to secede from the ship by taking refuge in caring for the one thing he knows and loves-engines. But when he begins to fix the Sand Pebble's decrepit coal-burning monstrosity-and, worse, agonizingly tries to teach a Chinese coolie how steam drives the pistons...