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Early last week Dr. Ting-fu Tsiang, Nationalist China's representative on the U.N. Security Council, lost patience with Russia's Jacob Malik. The Russian representative, snapped Dr. Tsiang one day last week, "spends much of his superabundant energy in trying to prove to us that black is white and that white is black." Malik's retort made spectators grin: Tsiang's reference to black & white was "an insult to 14 million Negroes in the U.S." He added heavily: "White men, too, may have a black conscience and a black soul...
...midst of an otherwise humdrum U.N. week (see above), China's Dr. Tsiang Ting-fu, a distinguished history professor and "scholar in government" (Ph.D. from Columbia), delivered an arresting speech -in effect a lecture in history that none of Tsiang's colleagues would soon forget. The historian's target was a propaganda cliche interminably used by the Russians (and by a lot of Americans who should know better): "U.S. imperialism...
Sunde asked if anyone else wanted to speak before the vote. There was a long silence. Then China's Tsiang Ting-fu spoke, with quiet eloquence, of an anniversary. It was the seventh day of the seventh month; he reminded the Council that on Double Seven-July 7, 1937-Japan began its war on China. Said Tsiang: "On that occasion, unfortunately, the fire was not put out at the start. The League of Nations failed to come to the aid of my country. It failed to uphold the principles of the covenant. I am sure I need...
...cameras poked their long snouts from booths along the wall and searched up & down the horseshoe table at Lake Success. They caught France's bald, introspective Jean Chauvel busy with his notes, China's Tsiang Ting-fu nervously doodling elaborate Chinese characters, Yugoslavia's Ales Bebler and the U.S.'s Warren Austin shaking hands and grinning for the photographers...
...Baxter, tingting, looked, tingting, at tingting, the tingting, clock, ting-ting." Random thoughts churned around in Baxter's stream of consciousness like rampaging underwear in an electric washing machine. "Goddamn you, Archibald Mac-Leish!" he thought: "And you, Dos Passes ... So Hitler must be stopped? . . . Oh, but-and-oh, but-what're yuh doin'? . . . Oh, the lousy lousy lousy LOUSY mess! Why isn't it 1922 instead of 1942? And I-twenty-two, walking through the Tuiler-o-o-o with a copy of Ulysses . . ." And where was Lisa, murmuring with her "pink-lipped, delible pout...