Word: nevers
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...civil rights movement never did really come to Keysville, and I'll admit that I was one of those who never really thought we needed it. Things were fine -- until we started trying to get something. There had been no problems because no one had ever rocked the boat. I kept reading these newspaper stories about Keysville blacks seeking political power. Then it hit me: power! The whites thought we were looking for power. I was looking for a better life. I had never even thought about what we were doing in terms of trying to get power...
Though such a pessimistic assessment is implied throughout A Common Destiny, it is never stated with such sweeping clarity. Instead, the authors prefer to present their findings in the numbing language of social science. "Since the early 1970s," the study states, "the economic status of blacks relative to whites has, on average, stagnated or deteriorated." Consider what that single sentence reveals about white America's smug belief in the healing virtues of progress and prosperity. After nearly two decades, five Presidents, periods of both activism and apathy, largesse and laissez-faire, the result has been at best stagnation...
...more like us," says white historian David Garrow, a biographer of Martin Luther King Jr. This political climate has left many black leaders disheartened. "We don't have a clue on how to proceed," says Eleanor Holmes Norton, a top civil rights official in the Carter Administration. "I would never have said that...
...past decades, the only workable answer remains renewed governmental pressure on behalf of a desegregated America, as politically unpopular as it may be. The implicit message of A Common Destiny is that white America, left to its own devices, will never complete the unfinished task of creating racial equality. That will take leadership, and a dose of compulsion, from...
...fisherman is lucky, the passion becomes manageable, second nature, like tying knots in the dark or reading a deep green pool by an undercut bank and knowing where the trout are holding and which fly to use. But having gone through the novitiate, fly-fishermen are never the same again. They scan rivers and lakes, seeing water but imagining the life underneath. They concentrate for hours, zenlike, watching thunderheads build and billow above, gazing at streams running over moss-covered rocks, searching for the sight of a trout, that near perfect fish, as it fins and darts, drifts and feeds...