Word: nearing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...sale of the herbicide, by bureaucratic backing and filling . . . and by the Government's own indecisiveness." Nor has there been much concern about the 1976 catastrophe that ruined the Italian town of Seveso, or about discovery of the poison in a chemical soup found in a landfill near Niagara Falls, N.Y. - and in the bodies of nearby residents...
...Pendulum does not create a soothing rhythm in the mind; it sounds with the terrible urgency of a time bomb. The explosion is near, says Whiteside, the message is clear. The U.S. has already seen what dioxin has done to Viet Nam. There is no earthly reason for Americans to keep bringing the war home...
...long time coming, for I am not about to explain my life in the primitive vocabulary of this ignorant writer and her Dear Friend. How can you reach people who are obliviously struggling underneath a welter of preconceived notions and prejudices, people whose mental neon flashes when you come near them, Black Experience...Inner City...Hypertension..Sickle Cell Anemia...all important subjects, and all, when treated in a simplistic, reductionist way are rendered into the contemporary analogues of the watermelon...
...this kind of disillusionment. As a freshman at my over-whelmingly white, exclusive private school, I took a course in a dry subject with the wittiest and most amusing teacher there. Like everyone else, I secretly adored him and desperately wanted to talk to him after class. Near term's end I finally got up the courage to approach him with a question. Within minutes he had broached the subject of sickle cell anemia. At fourteeen, I was completely paralyzed with humiliation. For a split-second I wanted not to be black. I wanted not to be black, because then...
...happened many times, I am shocked, and then in turn I am shocked at my shock. In retrospect my reactions have been masterpieces of naivete. Admittedly, it happens less often nowadays, as I have become harder, more distrustful and more self-protective. Very few people can drive me to near tears with frustration. Not the blatant bigots, to whom I am at best a "little black girl," at worst a "nigger." Nor can the less obvious ones, who impute my presence to affirmative action and the quota system. They lost their power to hurt me seriously long...