Word: robed
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...first preliminary bout has already begun. A guy named A1 Stiles is fighting a guy named Mario Moldanado. They are middleweights. Stiles cannot even afford a pair of boxing trunks; he fights in a pair of blue terrycloth shorts. He had entered the ring in a robe of the same material. K-Mart coordinates. Neither one of them can fight. They hardly throw any punches. They miss the ones they throw. Nobody is watching them anyway...
...Minister of Manpower, Planning and Development Edgar Tekere, 43, and seven youthful bodyguards, charged with murdering a white farm manager four months ago. Flanked by his lawyer in a Salisbury courtroom last week, Tekere glowered menacingly as white South African-born Justice John Pittman, wearing the traditional red robe and curly wig, began reading the verdict. Pittman's dry voice droned on for 50 minutes, but his final words rang out like a shot: "All the accused are acquitted...
...Parisian dawn last week as he pounded on a colleague's door were equally bizarre. Close by the doorway towered the stone walls of the 186-year-old Ecole Normale Superieure, an elite graduate school for the best and the brightest students of France. The agitated man in robe and pajamas banging at the door with his dire tidings was no less prestigious: Louis Althusser, 62, among the diminishing survivors of the country's great postwar intellectual set and an academic star at the school. Althusser is a respected author, critic and interpreter of both Montesquieu and Marx...
...THAT PRO-KLAN or anti-Klan?" this enormous figure in a white robe and hood demanded, and what could the poor guy say? After all, most people wouldn't read the book he was passing out--the John Birch classic "None Dare Call It Conspiracy"--but it presumably has little to say on the subject of the Invisible Empire. "Read it--see for yourself," he ventured, his shoulders quivering under his polyester suit. Squinting through embroidered eyeholes, the Klansman leafed through the book, which offers conclusive proof that the Marxists who celebrate their religion on Saturday are responsible for virtually...
...conversation ended there, moderation, played by the Bircher, would have triumphed. But he had to say it, courageous in a way. "I guess the only thing we don't entirely agree about is Blacks," he said. "What?" the robed figure cried. "What has a nigger ever done for you? Tell me, what has one ever done for you?" The short guy, he blanched a little, and the words started to spill out fast--"Oh, I know in general they're a problem, and for the most part you're right that they're a blight. But I knew one once...