Word: scours
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...still very active. Army intelligence estimates that there are 20 to 40 armed men, Cuban or Grenadian Marxists, hiding out in the hills. Two of them fired on a five-man U.S. patrol in the central jungle last week, then fled back into the bush. Army helicopters continued to scour the Grenada shoreline, hunting for enemy boats, while nine-man infantry squads staked out trails in the jungle. Roadblocks are still manned after dark. The sight of well-armed American soldiers has become so familiar that one hotelkeeper grumpily noted, "I'm tired of seeing guns...
...called in to scour Lorton. Meanwhile the State Department launched an urgent "damage assessment" to figure out if any U.S. secrets had been compromised. The problem is, because no microfilm records had been made, authorities could not be sure exactly what top-secret information the mislaid safe originally contained. In fact, the only certainty last week was that, in the words of one State Department official, "there sure as hell were lapses all over the place...
...program--funded by Brown's maintenance department and a matching grant from an unidentified New York alumnus--pays students $8 an hour to scour the campus every morning for litter, and the money the students make is donated to the financial aid fund...
More interesting than the whodunit part of Fuller's play is the "Who the hell was he?" aspect in which Waters' complex character is explored. Waters has tried to scour himself to whiteness through discipline and excellence. He is a martinet who addresses his recruits as "shiftless lazy niggers" and hounds one guitar-strumming vagabond singer, sweetly played by Larry Riley, to his death. "They ought to work you niggers till your legs fall off," he screams at his charges, meaning "snap to and measure up," the one-line basic English catechism of the U.S. regular Army sergeant...
Oney recalls that atmosphere: "Every night on the news there were artists' conceptions of the killer" based solely on psychics' hunches. Billboards around the city bore only one word: "Survival." Every weekend a posse of 100, armed with sticks and flashlights, would scour a town "in a military-type search," turning up "all sorts of weird things" but little evidence. In short, Atlanta, Oney recalls, "turned in on itself looking for a killer--everyone became a suspect...