Word: swaggers
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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There can be no freedom to legitimize discrimination based on race. There is only the swagger of privilege and it is immutably political. It is privilege founded by the whip and the rope, erected by the few against the many, the self-styled "meritocrats" against the opponents of a racist meritocracy. It is a privilege which must be resolutely fought and just as resolutely rejected if offered. To do otherwise is to participate in the subjugation of the many at the behest...
...week's end the government had still not decided what to do with 5 Spinola, who was stripped of his job but not his military rank. A dashing combat commander who often helicoptered to rebel fighting fronts armed only with a swagger stick, Spinola is admired not only by the 45,000 troops in Portugal but also by both black soldiers and white settlers in Africa. After he left his position last year as commander and military governor of Guinea-Bissau (where he reportedly met in secret with leaders of the rebel forces), troop morale there plummeted...
...least Nighttown has more frank eroticism than before. Molly, played by Fionnuala Flanagan, lies nude in bed as she delivers the famous "Yes" soliloquy with which Ulysses ends. The slatterns, more lissome than Dublin whores ever were, swagger bare-chested about the stage...
...they have scarcely been able to detect the wall. Former Secretary of the Interior Stewart Udall recently put the dilemma in concrete terms: "Treasury Secretary George Shultz asserted that we would have to crank up a 'crash plan' to develop our own resources to 'cool the swagger of the Arab nations.' Yet it is we who are the swaggerers-and the energy pigs as well. We are consuming nearly one-third of the world's petroleum even though we have only a dwindling 9% of the world's oil reserves. This is the situation...
Connors was molded straight, all American. Stockton was never as readable. He was usually sullen-faced, as if nursing some hatred or hurt inside. He didn't swagger when he walked like the others, or hang about in packs looking for Action. At tournament dances he would stand quietly with his hands in his pockets and watch the band. He'd answer congratulations with gruff monosyllabics and then avert his eyes. But his growl wasn't hostile, neither was it shy. His slowness to make friends came out of something deeper. He acted like someone angry inside, all the time...