Word: slaving
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...dear Just for tonight, to hold you tight Once more, I'd give a fortune If I could see you, once more Forget the past This hurt can't last Oh, I don't want it to keep us apart Your love I crave I'll be your slave If you just give me all of your heart...
...panel included Sage, Dr. Shelly Leanne, a lecturer at the Kennedy School of Government, Francis Bok, an escaped Sudanese slave, Gerald L. Williams '03, who worked this summer on a delegation that bought the freedom of Sudanese slaves, and Wendy Patten, a member of the National Security Council...
...quiet power of prayer. In the meditative song Immigrant, Sade revisits the discrimination her father faced when he came to England. "He didn't know what it was to be black," she sings, "'Til they gave him his change but didn't want to touch his hand." On Slave Song, she draws inspiration from the suffering of her African ancestors: "Teach my beloved children who've been enslaved/ to reach for the light continually." But just as prayers are ultimately about love, Sade's CD is suffused with that emotion as well. Not groping adolescent love but reflective, mature love...
...life is now over, although it does loom large in his legend (when traveling in public, the women referred to themselves as Ted's "wives"). But Ted has kept women in the forefront of his productions. The latest manifestation of this femme-mania is a wild outing titled "Apartheid Slave Women's Justice." Shot on videotape, the feature is a race-relations allegory about a kangaroo court of black South African women who capture and try their former "master," played by Mikels. The women deliver wildly melodramatic speeches as they kick the hell out of Ted, frequently stepping...
...introduction of the Brain Break by Harvard University Dining Services (HUDS) has given us Harvard undergraduates some literal food for thought. As we slave over problem sets, burning the midnight oil, we need no longer futilely strive to satiate our empty stomachs and salivary urges by chewing on pen and pencil ends. Cake, cookies and coffee sit just a short walk away in Loker Commons or our house dining halls for our snacking pleasure...