Word: slaving
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...peculiar feature of the case being that Fleet Street publishers are pestered by a man who insists: "They found the letters F O R D on the brown paper around the torso, didn't they? Well my name is OFFORD and I've been in the white slave game, see? I'm not afraid of Sir Bernard Spilsbury or Scotland Yard. They'll never find out who that woman was, see? And they can't touch me until they identify her. You can't be tried for murdering 'X.' They...
...words Thomas Carlyle said most of what is actually known about the man who wrote Don Quixote: "A certain strong man fought stoutly at Lepanto, worked stoutly as an Algerine slave; with stout cheerfulness endured famine and nakedness and the world's ingratitude; and sitting in gaol, with one hand left him, wrote our joyfullest, and all but our deepest, modern book, and named it Don Quixote." Not a letter or a manuscript of Cervantes has survived, nothing but a few legal documents, "residuum of his continual poverty...
...which have been brought against the boys of the Scottsboro case, Herndon said, "If you really want to know who has been committing rape, look to the light color of my skin and that of my fellow American Negroes. Negros have not gone out and raped their innocent white slave masters...
...tricked France into recognizing the rights of this company in the Congo and he persuaded the U. S. that a private company had a perfect right to buy territory from the natives. The early work was done behind a screen of humanitarian phrases about suppressing the slave trade and taking the Bible to the Congo, but Leopold, the exploiter, eventually merged. Leopold guarded his health, ate well, drank large quantities of hot water, hated his wife for bearing him daughters, took many mistresses, raised fruit, read the London Times, vied with Bismarck in his talent for official propaganda, worked from...
...fiddled while Rome was burning because he was sincerely absorbed in his music. La Scala had staged a lavish production but, even to many who cheered, it all seemed rather foolish. First act was in a murky tavern where Nero, in disguise, fights a gladiator and ensnares a trembling slave girl who sings duets with him after she has become accustomed to the splendors of Palatine Hill. When the people revolt Nero is still in a dream, staging wild bacchanalia or strumming on his lyre. When he stabs himself he gasps his own epitaph: ''What a great artist...