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Ping Pong Samba. Last year Williams put down a Black Power riot that coincided with an attempted mutiny by elements of his 750-man army. In the recent campaign he attacked his leading opponent, A.N.R. (for Arthur Napoleon Raymond) Robinson, 44, as a "halfwit" and said the others "could change places with the jackasses in the canefields." He told voters: "I have the power. I say come, and they cometh, I say go, and they goeth." The boast inevitably inspired an opposition sign: COMETH, GOETH, VOTETH...
Many heeded the advice. On election eve, Williams rode around Port of Spain in a carnival shirt embroidered with the words PING PONG SAMBA. A loudspeaker blared, "Come out by the thousands and vote. Mothers, we are counting on you." Mothers and others merely "limed" (loafed) under pink-blossomed poui trees in Queen's Park, however, or watched a cricket match...
...asset his money need not buy is his brilliance as a campaigner. As he moves through a crowd slapping backs, pinching biceps, winking, remembering names, he goes with an aura of confident pleasure. He has spent many hours at beaches, plunging into waves and joining impromptu samba sessions. Goldberg has climbed a 42-ft. ladder to be photographed with construction workers; that is apparently as far as he will go in that kind of stumping...
Empty streets filled with honking processions of cars, samba bands and conga dancers who happily chanted "Bra-sit! Bra-sil! Bra-sil!" In Rio, fireworks exploded in the evening sky, while air-force jets trailing plumes of smoke swooped low over Copacabana Beach. The only untoward aspect of the celebration was the toll of dead and injured. Brazilian doctors had publicly warned heart patients not to watch the match on TV, but many did anyhow and died of overexcitement. Some celebrators blew off hands with firecrackers or were trampled underfoot in the streets...
Diatonic Devilry. The opening song, Time, shows the same kind of diatonic devilry that makes Hair such easy listening. What Is a Friend is an infectious, cross-rhythmed carnival samba that answers itself: "Someone I don't have to sham/Who can dig me as I am." On paper, A New Generation's lyrics look overly moralistic and underly lyrical: "A new generation is now on the scene . . . standing for right, demanding fair play for everyone." But combined with a beat that bounces all the way from Broadway to Brazil, the song becomes a pure case of the moral...