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...only Black person in the Norwegian town inwhich she stayed, Michel said some local residentscut off samples of her hair to examine whileothers tried to rub off the darkness of her skin...

Author: By Eric S. Solowey, | Title: IOP Fellows Share Stories at Introduction | 2/5/1988 | See Source »

...campaign commercials and TV sound bites. All that matters is Little Iowa, a mythical state with a population smaller than Alaska's, a tiny political universe of roughly 110,000 Republicans and 100,000 Democrats likely to attend the caucuses on a cold Monday night in February. The rub, of course, is that the residents of Little Iowa are inconveniently sprinkled across the 55,941 sq. mi. of Big Iowa, indistinguishable from their neighbors by any characteristics save their political commitment and, perhaps, the presence of their name on a campaign's canvass list...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Folks with First Say | 1/25/1988 | See Source »

...stops to rub his shoulder. A racial egalitarian in his own country and the veteran of African wars, he was shot earlier this year in an incident of racial violence while camping near Albuquerque. He shrugs. "I once said I'd shoot every bloody cow and rancher I came across. I thought unless we got rid of them, the whole world would become desert. But that kind of solution was wrong and counterproductive. Simplicity is the only thing I defend. I'd like to live with just a tin plate, a knife and a rifle in the African bush . . . knowing...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In New Mexico: Desert Healer | 12/7/1987 | See Source »

...them there is much with which to rub...

Author: By Emily Mieras, | Title: `Twas Twenty-One Days Before Christmas | 12/4/1987 | See Source »

...gambling world is filled with--and lives off of--slickers who never had a prayer. But the gamblers never scorn them. "Losers are suppliers," says poker champ Pug Pearson. "When you beat a man, you don't rub his face in it. You shrug and agree that it was luck and give him another chance. At double or nothing...

Author: By Paul R. Simms, | Title: An Antidote for Hard Work | 12/2/1987 | See Source »

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