Word: pigging
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...tennis community too, freethinking Soviets are multiplying. Olga Morozova, the pig-tailed pioneer who occasionally popped into grand-slam finals during the '70s, now coaches a raft of promising young countrymen and -women known as the Glasnost Gang. The most precocious gangster is Natalia Zvereva, 18, who is also the most perestroika-emboldened. She has won $515,000 professionally, but since much of it has been diverted into state coffers, she gripes, "I still don't have enough money for a Mercedes." When last seen, Zvereva was stomping back to the Kremlin to have it out with her agents...
...experience and little knowledge of democratic practices in other countries, democracy meant the opposite of everything associated with Communist Party rule. "They can't enumerate concretely what they want," says a diplomat in Beijing, describing the antigovernment movement as fundamentally a "scream of the damned." As Grace, 19, a pig-tailed student who spent Friday night in Tiananmen Square, put it, "We think everything must change...
Hoffman was already 31 when he and Jerry Rubin formed an amalgam of political pranksters into the Youth International Party. "Yippies believe in the violation of every law," he once told a crowd, "including the law of gravity." In 1968 they ran a pig for President. As a lead-up to that year's Democratic Convention in Chicago, they vowed to spike the local water supply with LSD. The schemes were mostly put-ons and fodder for the press, Hoffman's most faithful co-conspirator. It was revolution as street shtick...
Wary eyes have been watching cars below wind up the dirt road and turn off to a ramshackle pig farm in the next ravine. Finally a Cadillac with four men inside bumps along the track. The presence of guards at a pig farm, waving visitors through, confirms the group's suspicion that a batch was brewing, its odor lost in the waft from the barns. "Don't ask me; it's not mine," Big John says. "That's a bunch of Mexican nationals down there, and I'm not of a mind to visit...
Ruby pomegranates and marinated apples, fragrant herbs and honey in the comb, slabs of homemade butter and mounds of cottage cheese, pig's heads dangling from hooks and hunks of beef fresh from the chopping block. The Sunday market in Tambov was a horn of plenty. Cooperatives and private farmers here had more varieties of meats to offer than you could usually find in Moscow. The bountiful scene seemed to deny reports filtering into the Soviet capital about food shortages in the provinces. Certainly, no one was starving in this land of the good black earth...