Word: leatherizing
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...years ago inmates at Tucker State prison in Arkansas ran the place. Prisoners convicted of murder toted guns, bullied their fellows into the fields at dawn and laughed them back to their cells at dusk. These prisoner/guards--called trusties--beat other inmates with a devilish tool called a strap, a leather slab with a wooden handle that, when handled "properly," can knock a victim six inches into the air. They tortured them by running pins and razor blades along the soft flesh under their fingernails. They gang-raped them in the barred dormitories where each prisoner slept with an arm flung...
...SIDE, face quivering with anger, eyes betraying his fear, stands a state trooper, leather boots up to the calf, white riot helmet, gas mask on his belt. On the other side, a demonstrator, mouth set in righteous defiance, shoulders hunching forward and back almost at once, spunk and fright in equal parts. The motorcycle helmet, the gas mask on his belt too. In between the two of them, eight feet of chain link and three strands of barbed wire...
William Marvy leans on an antique barber chair, whose cracked leather he has replaced with Naugahyde ("a fine product"). It is one of the grand old cast-iron, nickel-plated thrones made by the Emil J. Paidar Co. of Chicago. Paidar also made barber poles and, until it went out of business in the early '70s, was one of Marvy's last competitors. Before meeting Marvy, a visitor imagines someone like the last buffalo hunter, a badlands bad man left over from the century before, gloomily waiting for the great herds to come again. But Marvy sees himself...
...garment district, which employs many minorities, was reporting a 26% to 40% absentee rate. Most of the workers are paid an hourly wage or piece rate: no work, no money. MacLevy, owner of a leather-coat manufacturing business in Manhattan, reported that fewer than a third of his workers were able to get to their jobs. Said he: "They live in places too far away for a bicycleplaces like the South Bronx and Brooklyn...
...slipped off on his first caravan. It took him through the unadministered territory of the Danakil, "Slender figures in short loincloths, their mops of hair dressed with melted butter, they had open, attractive faces, but each of them wore across his stomach a large, curved dagger from which hung leather thongs, one for each man that he had killed and castrated...