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...assembled lists of names to determine who was missing, injured or killed in the fire. Gloria Collins was supposed to go to the concert with friends but backed out at the last minute. Now she is praying for a friend with burns on 80% of her body, a broken jaw from being pushed to the floor and boot prints all over her torso. Michele Foshey, 33, who lives across the street from the club, spent the day after the disaster trying to reach a friend who may have been there. "We just don't know," she says. Foshey held...
Blix--one of those rumpled lawyers who always see both sides of a question--could hardly be more different from George W. Bush, a man of clenched jaw and moral clarity. Yet the Swede's words now have the sort of power that some Bush Administration officials would otherwise ascribe only to Holy Writ. If Blix says that his inspectors are making progress on disarming Iraq, then the U.S. probably will not soon win broad international backing for a war. If, on the other hand, Blix concludes that Iraq has had no intention of cooperating with the inspectors, then...
...intends to use it to defend Iraq's capital. As she contemplates deadly gun battles in the streets around her brother's modest two-story home in the middle-class suburb of Bayaa, her leonine eyes blaze fiercely and she throws back her head to thrust out a defiant jaw. "The Americans should be warned that Iraqi women know how to fight and die as well as our men," she says. "We will give up our lives for our beloved country, our beloved Baghdad and our beloved Saddam...
...rapper 50 Cent were any more hardcore, he’d be dead. Not only is his debut album titled Get Rich Or Die Tryin’, this former crack dealer (born Curtis Jackson) was shot nine times in 2000—once in the jaw and once in the hip, in front of his grandmother’s house, no less. As he sings on “Many Men (Wish Death),” “Many men / Many, many, many men / Wish death upon...
...almost noon, and Bayarsakhan looks as if he has just woken up. His jaw hangs slack, and his face is marred by fresh gouges?the result, he says, of tripping onto barbed wire the previous night. It's -25?C, yet Bayarsakhan is wearing only a turtleneck sweater and wool pants, oblivious to the cold. He has nowhere to go, no job to occupy the bitter day ahead. So he stands here idly, amid a dense cluster of shacks, while haggard cows pick through garbage piles. After all his wanderings, the 30-year-old nomad has ended up here...