Word: plazas
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Methodically, the Reds tore flags and placards off poles that turned out to be carefully prepared spears and clubs, and turned toward their main objective-the broad Imperial Plaza, which had been declared off-limits to the May Day demonstrators...
...from Behind. On the gravel paths and carefully groomed sod of the Plaza, by the 250-year-old Imperial moat, a bloody, violent scene burst into life. The Internationale roared in a thousand throats and the Communists brought out of concealment rocks, bags of offal and vicious, steel-reinforced bamboo spears. They surged toward thin cordons of police. In the first wave marched spear-and club-wielders. Behind them, in the classic tactic of trained street fighters, were ranks of stone-throwers. Messengers scurried between the lines to transmit orders from leaders, and on the sidelines girls stood...
...beleaguered police were reinforced, with tear gas and eventually with more than 1,600 policemen. Sending up white clouds of tear gas and firing over the rioters' heads, they gradually regained control. Finally, after 2½ hours of hand-to-hand combat, the Communists withdrew from the Plaza, leaving behind a litter of moaning and bleeding victims, torn flags, broken clubs and spears...
...early in Japan's new springtime to predict such dire weather. It all depended on how 83 million Japanese absorb the lessons in freedom still to come. Two days after the first bloody lesson, the Emperor appeared in the Plaza, overflowing this time with a peaceful 10,000. He, at least, had changed since defeat: he spoke with a personal "I," not the old imperial "We." Pleased but a little bewildered by the "Banzai!" that reverberated from his palace walls, the tiny, spectacled man in the silk topper spoke humbly to his subjects. "Let us thoroughly embrace the tenets...
That night, to 50,000 partisans milling about in the Plaza Murillo, where M.N.R. Dictator Gualberto Villarroel was strung up on a lamppost six years ago, Paz cried: "I was not lucky enough to be with you in your heroic hour, but now my life is yours!" Then the onetime economics professor gave the word his fanatics came to hear: "We shall. . . study nationalization of the mines." The crowd roared...