Word: taranto
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Looking rather like a visitor to Dante's Inferno, Pope Paul VI last week stood before a blazing blast furnace and watched as sputtering molten iron ore was poured into ingots. The Pope was visiting the Italsider steel plant in the Southern Italian town of Taranto, where, true to a promise he had made last month, he celebrated Christmas Eve Mass for 7,000 steelworkers and their families. In his sermon, delivered from an altar made of rolled steel slabs, Paul deplored the "separation and lack of understanding" that divides the worlds of labor and religion. "It almost seems...
...Pope last week was also concerned about estrangement within the church. Shortly before his visit to Taranto, he announced that he was summoning a second synod of bishops to meet in Rome, starting next...
Miracle of Faith. Great lords like Godfrey of Bouillon mortgaged their estates to raise armies and took up the Cross to serve God's cause with their swords. Bohemond of Taranto, the impoverished son of the Norman conqueror of Sicily, sought to carve a kingdom of his own in the East. And they were joined by religious fanatics, adventurers and brigands who sought only pillage, murder and rape. In the Crusades, idealism and gangsterism were in harness...
...that an old, rusty piece of iron unearthed beneath an Antioch church was the lance with which the Roman soldier had pierced the side of the crucified Christ, the Crusaders, half-starved and crazed with religious fanaticism, swept out of the city and routed the Turks. Afterward, Bohemond of Taranto ordered the severed heads of captured Turks roasted on spits, "encouraging the rumor that the Prankish barons fed on human flesh," and so spread terror among the demoralized infidels. Within a year, the Crusaders had carved out for themselves feudal principalities in Syria and Palestine...
...mile off Taranto, a fishing village on the instep of the Italian boot, the water was opalescent last July, as it always is when the Mediterranean sunlight hits the white bottom ooze and is reflected and refracted up to the surface. Thirty feet down, John M. Bullitt '43, professor of English, Master of Quincy House, sometime archeologist, onetime boxer and parachutist, and would-be aviator, was scuba diving...