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They told us that early in the week all Vietnamese males from the age of six up had been arrested in the Takeo market and herded into the schoolyard bandstand. For two days they were without food, water or sanitation. Last night, a few minutes after a Cambodian officer arrived on the scene, they were ordered to lie down on the cement floor and go to sleep. Seconds later they heard the order in Cambodian: "Ready, aim, fire." There were three fusillades in all, administered by Cambodian troops shooting into the darkness. Some soldiers then waded into the tangle...
...from last year." The traditional barriers between much of society and the users of such hard drugs as heroin, cocaine and morphine are collapsing. "Heroin has become respectable," says Mrs. Harriet Benjamin, a worker at Synanon in Santa Monica, Calif. "The image of the dirty old man in the schoolyard is dead." Ten years ago, middle-class high school kids looked down on heroin users; now it has shed the fear and the lower-class taint. Heroin users are no longer an exclusive club. Heroin is part of the larger drug scene...
...white, and a pretty school frock. But she is mocked. The children who should be her friends stick out their tongues. The beauty of the painting hurts. One al most expects the mothering earth to open and receive the girl, to save her from the hell of that schoolyard...
...Though El Fatah hotly rejects being called terroristic, it has also turned increasingly to attacking Israel's civilian population. The methods are brutal and indiscriminate, random terrorism for terrorism's sake without any military value -a bomb in a crowded cinema, a grenade thrown in a schoolyard, a mine planted for anyone who comes along. Last week a 17-year-old Los Angeles girl, Sari Roberta, who had gone to Israel to serve as a volunteer worker, lost her right leg when she stepped on a mine...
...troublesome oddity is that although all of this fine rowdyism is described from the viewpoint of the twelve-year-old Albert, a mist of ruefulness and loss drifts across the narrative. Even when Albert has blundered beyond the streets controlled by Catholic and Jewish slum-runners into a schoolyard held by Negroes and seems about to have his gizzard sliced, the tone is one of marveling reminiscence, not fright. Albert's perceptions are never solidly those of a twelve-year-old apprentice delinquent; often they are those of a 45-year-old writer. "Whistling, he bounced into Benny...