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Word: mooned (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...MOON FOR THE MISBEGOTTEN. Eugene O'Neill's lament for the loveless haunted by ghosts of the past...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Television: Oct. 11, 1968 | 10/11/1968 | See Source »

...Silver Moon is not one of the South's classier joints. Its clientele consists of truck drivers and farmers, and the conversation runs to items like "Ah dam near runned over a nigger on the way into Mobile last week." I had come there to soak up the seamy atmosphere and tuck it away into my group of Southern Observations. So the men sat and talked, I sat and tucked, and eventually I left with no overt threats hanging over my head...

Author: By James M. Fallows, | Title: Southern Schizophrenia: | 10/7/1968 | See Source »

...soon learned about another side of the Silver Moon. When I was in the cafe, I was a clean-cut white boy. When my friend was there, he was a "white nigger." The students working for the project had incurred Selma's hatred as "them boys livin' with the niggers over on First Street," and now they were instantly recognizable on the streets...

Author: By James M. Fallows, | Title: Southern Schizophrenia: | 10/7/1968 | See Source »

...events at the Silver Moon were more frightening than any of the routine humiliations on the street. Evenings in Selma can get pretty tedious, and on the night that I drove into town Ted had left for a walk. He brought along his camera, and had slyly decided to take pictures of some of Selma's seamier scenes. After episodes of photographing alleys, dual entrances at theaters, and "Motel for Colored" signs, Ted headed to the Silver Moon. About ten minutes after I had finished my greasy coffee there, Ted strolled by. Ted was usually pretty circumspect in his anti...

Author: By James M. Fallows, | Title: Southern Schizophrenia: | 10/7/1968 | See Source »

...weeks after visiting the Silver Moon, I left for a short swing through Mississippi. My job was routine and harmless; I was simply trying to find places that would sell the Courier. In practice, that meant finding black communities on the back roads, convincing a grocery store or a small black boy to sell the paper, and leaving sample copies to jolly up the local readers. Then I drove...

Author: By James M. Fallows, | Title: Southern Schizophrenia: | 10/7/1968 | See Source »

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