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...city's population and 40% of the electorate. Gibson got and probably can hold 85% of the black vote; his job is to lure a relative handful of white votes across the racial wall. It will not be easy. One eliminated white candidate who declared for Gibson was spat upon at a rally and called a "nigger lover." Now, off-duty black policemen voluntarily accompany Gibson to provide physical security as he campaigns...
...covering buttocks, long-sleeved dresses with mantillas. In long lines before wooden barriers, young couples love each other up, oldsters lean wearily on crutches. A roar of protest in a dozen languages goes up as a middle-aged American with a red face tries an end run. He is spat on as he retreats, his wife near tears...
...frontiers of confrontation, it is tough to be a newsman in the U.S. these days. The reporter is spat upon by students, Maced by cops, subpoenaed by lawyers. It is tougher still to be a black newsman. On assignments, and sometimes in his own office, he is mistaken for a messenger boy, a janitor, an agitator. At press conferences, he will be the only reporter asked to establish his credentials. If he is a broadcast newsman, sources will look right through him and talk to his white cameraman or sound engineer...
...should have. Last week, bound for a monastery 30 miles away to celebrate Mass, Makarios strapped himself inside the presidential helicopter just outside his palace in Nicosia. When the silver-and-white chopper reached rooftop level, automatic gunfire spat out from a high school across the street, riddling the craft. Makarios was uninjured, but the pilot, Army Major Zacharias Papadoyiannis, 38, was wounded seriously in the abdomen. Nonetheless, though he grazed a tree as he swung desperately from the line of fire, he managed to set the craft down on a 12-ft. by 12-ft. open square. Then, mumbling...
Patrolman John Bodkin, 34, and his partner, Charles Anderson, 43, are called to investigate a domestic spat on Manhattan's Upper West Side. Inside the apartment they find a young Negro couple. One look convinces Bodkin that the husband is coiled like a spring, ready for battle. Pointedly, Bodkin, who is white, detaches his nightstick and hangs it on a chair out of reach. He takes off his hat. "Do you mind if I smoke?" he asks. "I'm a cigar smoker, and some people don't like the smell of cigar smoke in the house." Stunned...