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...hole in a rich Hawaiian cane field, kneel around it and chant. " 'I want my home,' the men yelled together. 'I want home. Home. Home. Home. Home.' " Then they cover up the soil, trusting that the cane, when grown, will seed the air with their lament...
Berkovitz closes his letter with a lament that the "true" needs of Black students are not met by their alleged overreaction. Berkovitz might do himself good to acquaint himself with Black people, Black concerns and Black needs before he assumes to speak for their "true needs." His insensitivity, though, is not atypical. Having spent four years at this campus, I find it impossible not to conclude that the chasm between Blacks and whites here owes much more to white insensitivity (re: racism) than to any Black "overreaction." Matthew Rothschild
During his closing argument, Defense Attorney Sam Amirante tried to create sympathy for his client by citing Robert Louis Stevenson's The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and quoting Jekyll's anguished lament: "If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also." But the most emotional moments came during the state's summation, when, one by one, Prosecutor Terry Sullivan placed photographs of the 22 identified victims on a wooden easel and described each one in detail. The next day, Chief Prosecutor William Kunkle snatched up the photos...
...matter how Ylvisaker defines the readjustment of programs and goals presently underway, he and his colleagues face a Herculean task; many American schools will need more than tinkering before they again provide a satisfactory education. Those in Longfellow and Larsen Hall who lament the "decline in American education" often point to tight budgets and decreasing respect for the field. "The Proposition 13 mentality has been turning the faucet off on education," says Ylvisaker. Falling enrollments in suburbia and over-crowded classrooms in the city plague both communities, and, or course, there is the fiercely debated effect of television...
Heaney doesn't wallow in self-doubt, however. Many of the poems in this collection are elegies (some memory of Irish soldiers and artists), along with one particularly striking lament for Robert Lowell, whom he calls "our night ferry Thudding in the sea." He admires Lowell as one who "drank America/Like the heart's/Iron vodka...," and these lines of veneration acquaint us with Heaney's intrinsic poetic spirit. Like Lowell, he wants to glean all that he can from his environment...