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...when I stood in The Door of No Return for the first time, nearly 20 years ago. Bill Clinton will too, when Joseph Ndiaye, the 74-year-old curator, holds up a rusty set of chains and begins his matter-of-fact recital of the mundane facts about the slave trade that flourished on Goree Island for more than 200 hundred years...
That little speck of rock in the harbor of Dakar, Senegal, is the black-American equivalent of Auschwitz or Treblinka, a blood-drenched monument to a genocidal past that all too often is ignored. On it stands the House of Slaves, where tens of thousands of Africans were herded into cramped holding pens to be fattened up for the Middle Passage to a life of slavery in the New World. Their last contact with the African motherland came at the Door of No Return, where they were whipped across a narrow gangplank to the slave ships...
...schoolyard shooting in Arkansas, there was other news out there. The NYT led with a green-card snafu at INS, and WP and LAT went with President Clinton's sounded-awfully-like-an-apology-but-wasn't remarks in Uganda over how the U.S. "wronged" Africa with the slave trade. Apparently the comments were impromptu, and are giving aides fits...
...work for Netscape in 1994. Finally, he figured, things would be different. "These guys are going to be so rich, it's not funny," he believed. Not that Zawinski cared about money. Though Silicon Valley is supposed to be the new Hollywood for programmers, where ambitious code-writing kids slave at start-ups with every expectation of retiring by supper, Zawinski is a hacker of the old school. He has always aspired to something grander: to change the world. At the top of his resume, he'd carefully spelled it out: "employment objective: To improve people's lives through software...
...same time, we're trapped by the double bind of voyeurism, appalled at what we witness, yet unable to take our eyes away. Here again Walker allies herself with the writers of 19th century slave narratives who knew all too well that violence and sexual titillation wee useful tools for attracting readers to the horrors of their plight. Walker admits to her "love for the unnecessary flourish," and it is precisely those formal details, whether salacious contours or languorous gaps, which captivate and torment...