Word: saws
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Connie identified Cousin from a group of photos police laid out in front of her. In court, prosecutor Jordan asked her if she had any doubt that Cousin was the killer. She said she had none. Jordan asked her to "point out to the jury the person that you saw shoot Mike Gerardi...
...know what happened." There was something about him on the night of the murder, she says, that she can't shake. "He was the one who made eye contact," says Babin. "I watched his face. I watched his hands. I'll live with that. That's the face Michael saw...
...much to change it in his ballyhooed interview with CNN last week. His style was genial, all right, but his policies were rigid. Everything was America's fault, he insisted. The U.S. was hostile, trying to dominate Iran and giving "unbridled support" to Israel, "a racist terrorist regime." He saw no need for resuming political ties with Washington, and felt that Iran would do just fine working with the Europeans and others "who are far more advanced in their foreign policies than...
Khatami's interview was probably not the sudden overture it seemed to be but a response to U.S. signals. Last May, President Bill Clinton said he saw Khatami's surprising landslide election over a hard-line opponent as a hopeful sign. "I have never been pleased about the estrangements between the people of the U.S. and the people of Iran," Clinton said. "They are a very great people, and I hope that the estrangements can be bridged." According to the Washington Post, Clinton followed up later through Swiss intermediaries with a letter to the Iranian government proposing direct talks. Khatami...
...inside when they started shooting," says Qerim Krasniqi, 51, the blond, thick-set eldest son of Abdyl and father of the wounded child. "A girl was screaming, and I went out and saw my son lying on the ground. I grabbed him by the belt, and beneath him there was blood everywhere." Sipping Turkish coffee, Qerim glances at his wizened father. The crackling fire in a small cast-iron stove fills the silence as the Krasniqi men, sitting on cushions around the edge of the dark, bare room, consider the violence that followed...