Word: slit
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...with the Butcher. The other world was evoked first by Claude Brown, 28, a forceful, outspoken Negro who at age five saw his father slit a man's throat, later spent time in reform school after peddling heroin in his Harlem neighborhood. Now a Rutgers University law student, Brown is the author of the bestselling Manchild in the Promised Land, an account of a Harlem peopled by pimps, prostitutes and dope pushers. In such an environment, he told the Senators, men are emasculated not only by unemployment but also by the related fact that "Mamma is having sexual relationships...
...good enough for me is good enough for you" feeling: On the Boston Common, one elderly man shouted out, "I've fought before and I'll fight again." And another man, standing in front of Donovan's Tavern in South Boston, yelled "Have you guys ever been in slit trenches. . ." There was resentment over the unwillingness to serve, and a feeling that the marchers should be allowed to escape a common duty...
...bums, have you ever been in slit trenches?" And along the march's route, another remarked: "The police have to go along with all demonstrations. They know if they didn't there might be a neighborhood-riot...
...population center is probably safer than any place in South Viet Nam today, its atmosphere is hardly conducive to clearheaded armchair generalship. Bomb shelters are everywhere: at 8-ft. intervals between sidewalks and curbs sit concrete, barrel-sized holes for individuals to jump into, pulling manhole covers atop them. Slit trenches deface Hanoi's lovely leafy parks, where the flame trees last week were still in bloom, trunks neatly whitewashed...
Quality is also a hit-or-miss proposition. Rumanian "Carpati" cigarettes are so thinly packed that a smoker must slit the pack down the side in order to avoid spilling tobacco from a vertically lifted cigarette. The well-turned-out lady of Budapest buys her clothes at the shop of Klára Rothschild on winding Váci Utca, but equally handsome working-class wives do their shopping at the Great Market Hall-a vast, unheated, barnlike building where sausages and onions dangle from the beams, dung-smeared chicken eggs sell for a dollar a dozen, and delectable fish...