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...racism in America, DuBois never turned to "black nationalism," but instead joined the Communist Party, attracted, one thinks, to its lingering internationalism and the hope it offered for the liberation of all the oppressed in "Africa, Asia, in America and the islands of the sea." One has to remind oneself that the lecture must have been a tribute to DuBois: the true begetter of Pan-Africanism, and not to Marcus Garvey, the "black Zionist." George Padmore in his brilliant book on Pan-Africanism had made a pertinent observation on the matter: "While Garvey opposed white race prejudice with black, DuBois...
...face. The most humiliating experiences were like sitting with the Mayor [sic] of the Bahamas, when we were making Help!, and being insulted by these f-ing, junked-up middle-class bitches and bastards who would be commenting on our work and our manners. One has to completely humiliate oneself to be what the Beatles were, and that's what I resent...
...difficult to inform oneself adequately on the wide range of public issues," Bok said. "One isn't going to be listened to for very long, if at all, unless he speaks with authority, from factual knowledge...
...Sesame Street [Nov. 23] is a spectacular spectrum of meaningful motivation. Where else can you sing along with Pete Seeger, find a goodly measure of mirth with the Muppets, and learn in spite of oneself? Thus the so-called low achievers are mentally massaged by the TV medium-so much so that an impossible attention span of an hour is commandeered. Learning can and should take place beyond the big red schoolhouse. With the advent of today's technological instruction techniques, perhaps a portion of learning can take place in the home again. For learning is not limited...
Primeval isolation, a selfhood that is a mystery most of all to oneself, an animal sense of mortality-these are the terrors Miss Atwood has to offer. Technology, social sophistication, are transparent pretenses behind which man is naked, with drooling fang and club at the ready. Dealing in the artifices of well-made verse and well-made novel, she convincingly suggests that the overcivilized and the barbarous are one. Yet the Atwood message is beyond formulated pessimism; it has the rhythmic cycling of hope and despair natural to life itself. A lyricism as honest as a blade of grass...