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...Punch Goes the Judy tells a simple story. Punch is a nineteen-year-old Vassar sophomore from a traditionally conservative, wealthy, Indianapolis home. Through her own nature and will to live, her friends, and her environment, she has seen through the shit she has been spoon-fed all her life. She has seen through the hatred of men and sex her mother has tried to instill in her since childhood, through the robbery and racism of which her family's wealth is a product, and the maxim that you don't rock the boat, even if the boat is sinking...
...just a tough kid from the South side of Chicago with no professional experience." Howe said. "Everyone predicted that if anyone in the tournament was a favorite, Jeff McKinnon, who had training at Exeter, was a cinch. Ed got the shit beat out of him in the first round, but he came back to win. That made the other guys willing to sacrifice a little...
...same as it used to be. For when a bunch of Black Panthers are gunned down in cold blood by white policemen, we no longer talk about civil rights being violated. There are other words for that sort of thing. There's been a lot of shit under the bridge-and whites and blacks alike no longer toss around the phrase "civil rights" when verbally confronting American racism...
...longer hod the cards, and they no longer have the right to hold them. "White 'liberals,'" he writes, "who once marched and sang for black freedoms. . . tend to feel betrayed and sorry for themselves now that a large part of the black community rejects them." Well, it's tough shit and we'll all have to find the best ways we can to eat it without making guilt-ridden or self-pitying spectacles of ourselves...
...black housepainter who had been in the march through Cicero in which King was hit by a brick. He told me about the firecrackers that sounded so much like gunshots and the rocks and the eggs and the fear. Then he said, "You know man, with all that shit flying around, I wondered what the devil I was doing out there. Then I looked at Martin, marching like he had everything under control, and I kept walking. There was no way you couldn't believe...