Word: smells
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...reference to Truman and various generals had been deleted. While MacArthur was probably correctly quoted, there was no intimation that he approved the memo, as written, for publication, no matter how long after his death. Such journalistic childishness goes so far beyond common decency that it leaves a bad smell...
SNCC field workers are now seeking methods to make nonviolence work in the Second South, where Zinn says, "the smell of slavery still lingers." The worst regions are Southern Virginia, Southwestern Georgia, Eastern Arkansas, and all of Mississippi. In these areas machine guns and bombs are freely used against the Negro population. According to Robert Moses, SNCC project director in Mississippi, there have been 180 cross burnings, five killings, several shootings, and at least three whippings in Mississippi since the Ku Klux Klan reorganized shortly after President Kennedy's death...
...ever more violent, are "complete idiots" in espousing Stalinism. "There is a tradition to carry a corpse feet first out of the house so that it will not return. We carried Stalin out this way, and nobody will ever bring him back to us." The Chinese may "like the smell of corpses," he continued, but neither Russia nor the Western powers had the nose for it. "When it is a question of their own lives," he said, "the imperialists take things very seriously...
...efforts on urging men to "trade upward." Here their trouble is the lack of status identification-from across a room a $50 suit looks too much like a $250 one. As Irwin Grossman puts it: "A Caddie, or a Lincoln, or an elegant house, or a mink coat-they smell of money, everybody knows what they cost. But the trouble with a man's suit is that, to most men, all suits are pretty much alike. You know-two legs, two sleeves. The label's on the inside, where nobody sees it. If we knew...
...once-slumbering towns -Mt. Gilead, Cardington and Edison, roughly 40 miles north of Columbus-dusty station wagons from several states competed for parking spaces. Husky, plastic-helmeted men searched for scarce furnished rooms. The night sky glowed orange, and the air was filled with an acrid stench. "That smell used to make me deathly sick," says one Morrow County resident, "but now it doesn't bother me at all." And why should it? It has become the smell of wealth, the sweet odor of Ohio's first oil boom since the turn of the century...