Word: motherism
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Because Bobby's blood made a stain on the soft green wall-to-wall carpet, Diana dashed into his bedroom for a quilt to cover his body. Then, rifle loaded for the next shot of planned mercy, she sat down and waited until her mother drove up half an hour later and started up the walk. "I saw then that there was no way I could shoot her without her seeing me, and I didn't want her to see me shoot her, so I yelled at her not to come in the house. I didn...
...through to Quemoy. The monsoons are coming on, and high seas in the Strait held back the convoys. But then the sea dropped, and the Nationalists punched through the Red blockade. On successive days and under a blizzard of shells, the amphibious LVT "alligators" waddled onto the beach from mother landing ships that stood four to six miles offshore. By also utilizing a big LSD (Landing Ship, Dock) to carry extra landing craft and supplies, the Nationalists put a record 790 tons on the beach in one day-90 tons more than the minimum needed to maintain present supply levels...
Kali, the Dark Mother, wife of Siva in the Hindu pantheon, is black and terrible. Death and destruction are her province; her eyes and the palms of her four hands are red, her tongue protrudes, corpses are her earrings and around her neck is a string of skulls. In times gone by, Kali was occasionally offered human sacrifices; in modern India she must make do with the blood of goats. But not always...
...wife and older children were out working; his four-year-old son Bikram was playing outside the hut. Hari Singh took him inside, laid him on a cot and, with a scream of "Kali mai ki jai" (Hail Mother Kali), cut his throat. Then, carrying Bikram's bloody body and chanting the name of Kali, he strode out along the street. An awe-struck crowd followed him to the temple of the goddess, watched while he sprinkled the blood on her black image and smeared it on her forehead...
Along with jingling pockets went expanded appetites. In the quiet little village of Ichijo, 235 miles north of Tokyo, Mrs. Hatsue Sato gazed on her new refrigerator, giggled happily. "Now we have it, we don't know quite what to do with it," she said. "My mother-in-law still insists on cooling the melons in the village well...