Word: trained
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...main problem in improving care for the mentally ill and retarded is the lack of trained help. Kennedy recommended federal assistance through the Office of Education to train hospital workers and teachers for the handicapped. "Shabby treatment of the many millions of the mentally disabled" has gone on too long, said the President. "We can procrastinate no more...
...long period were certain that "the forces of intelligence and enlightenment were winning . . . that the dark ages were over." That spirit and that conviction did not survive the Depression, when, says Garnett, suicide became the rage in Bloomsbury. The writer Dorothy Edwards stepped in front of a train; the poetess Cynthia Mengs, who had been "trying to break her neck for years," managed it in a steeplechase; Dora Carrington, Lytton Strachey's longtime housekeeper and companion, shot herself and died with "a proud expression on her face." What were they suffering from? An illusion. Author Garnett now thinks...
President Kennedy has proposed the creation of a "National Academy of Foreign Affairs" to train all civilian government employees serving overseas. The proposed academy would operate on a graduate level, independent of existing government departments...
...what "Negro-ness" is like in the system. My own experience with "life" has made me real sensitive to him. If I don't trust him, personally, like a buddy any offense strikes me as a racial slight. When he pushes me aside to get a seat on the train, I think he pushes me because I'm a nigger. I wish he'd ask himself, then, how I must feel, and care about his own reply, and quit pushing, in any way, forever. But a man never thinks about those important things; until later, when...
...when I show my trophy, the world will bend to necessity. It's so funny. There'll be no real necessity--just habit. I might even, some day, become Ralph Bunche or, in forty years, Bobby Kennedy. But then, I'll still be nigger to the man on the train. Yes, it's funny, pathetically funny on Commencement night, after the exercises, when I climb back onto the MTA and ride back into the ghetto, I'll still be nigger to the man across the aisle. And the liberals still won't understand. They'll still be submerged in their...