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Less than a dozen years after the founding of Jamestown, about 20 Africans from what is now Angola were sold to settlers of the fledgling colony. They found themselves in a raw, chaotic frontier society in which the English settlers were still trying to figure out the best way to survive and turn a profit...
...while it may be hard to imagine how any wood could be reused after the devastation and subsequent mold infestations, finding raw material has been the easy part. Palleroni partnered with a local non-profit called The Green Project, which has operated as a materials exchange for everything from paint to wrought iron for over 12 years. "We're roadkill specialists," says David Reynolds, executive director of The Green Project, who adds that the mold can usually be sanded or wiped off before the wood gets reused. "New Orleans has always been moldy. It's not really bad," he says...
Let’s be clear: Imus’s comments were plainly racist, sexist, and misogynistic. His words certainly touch a raw nerve in this (retired) female collegiate athlete. Imus’s derision was especially damaging because his “nappy-headed hos” comment reached a major network audience. The punch lies in the fact that he has a lot of power; the basketball team does not. It’s simply not fair...
...just raw energy, you just saw the man in constant motion. I picture him at one or two in the morning looking over the last proofs of the paper before they went to print,” said Arthur J. Langguth, Jr. ’55, who was president of The Crimson when Halberstam was managing editor. “He was such a newsman that if it came to a choice between giving the paper all he had and keeping up with his work in his classes, his coursework would suffer...
...urgent search for meaning ran into the real, raw sense of senselessness. "They were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time," President George W. Bush said plainly of the students who perished, and parents listening jammed their fists into their eyes and shuddered. There is no sweetness in sorrow, no matter how your child dies--on a battlefield, on a mission or on a Monday morning in German class. But there was something especially awful about meeting these students in the quick cable-news compression of remembrance and mourning. She was a belly dancer, he was a track...