Word: sylvia
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...breakfast crowd at Sylvia's usually comes for grits and country sausage. But on September 6, 1996, something special was on the menu of the landmark Harlem eatery: A white, middle-aged man running for vice president on the Republican ticket was stumping for votes. "This is the color of the new civil-rights revolution - green," shouted Jack Kemp, waving a dollar bill and wearing a sweat-drenched white shirt, as he stood on top of a folding chair...
...through in Harlem, the solidly Democratic capital of black America. GOP strategists had figured a visit there might demonstrate the kind of tolerance and inclusion necessary to nail down moderate swing votes in white suburbs. But while that was the reason everyone else gave for the unusual stop at Sylvia's soul food café, it was not the reason for Kemp, who believed wholeheartedly that Republicans could and had to win over blacks. "For Jack, it wasn't a political tactic," recalled his campaign manager, Wayne Berman, who accompanied Kemp that fall to inner-city communities from South Central...
...Neither ever waded into a black crowd, like Sylvia's, or had the easy familiarity with blacks that Kemp displayed that day, getting laughs by referring to a local pastor as "Rev" and teasing a woman who had interrupted him, saying, "Hey, girl, it's my microphone...
...imagining it, according to Sylvia Lafair, a Ph.D. in clinical psychology whose book Don't Bring It to Work: Breaking the Family Patterns that Limit Success (Jossey-Bass) was released in March. Lafair's research shows that, much as we like to believe that our behavior is entirely rational and governed by our conscious mind, our thoughts and actions are often driven by the roles we learned in our families as children. And under pressure, we tend to revert to old patterns. That fellow standing at the watercooler telling tasteless jokes at the top of his lungs, for instance, probably...
...rise with my red hair, and I eat men like air.” Sylvia Plath’s strong voice projects from a black rectangular machine resting on a table. A dozen people sit in surrounding blue chairs, listening attentively. Some hold anthologies of Sylvia Plath’s poetry and follow along with the poet’s recorded voice. Others merely listen. On Friday afternoons in the George Edward Woodberry Poetry Room in Lamont Library, visitors gather to appreciate the recordings of prominent poets as part of REEL TIME, one of the new programs recently installed under...