Word: tribalized
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...month ago, a Pajero jeep with four men and three burka-clad women was stopped at a checkpoint in Chapri, a village with an ancient stone arch that serves as a gateway to the Pakistani tribal region. Two tribal militiamen questioned one of the passengers and was surprised that he spoke no Pashtu. He was a Yemenite. All the passengers were ordered out of the car, and the militiamen noticed that the women in the burkas were very tall; one of them wore men's sandals. They turned out to be African men, two Sudanese and a Mauritanian. Their Pakistani...
...difficulty in differentiating terrorist from tribal smuggler is one reason U.S. forces have refrained from crossing over. Even now, six months into the war on terror, American intelligence in Afghanistan is patchy at best. A diplomat says the U.S. still relies on informants whose main aim is not necessarily to smoke out al-Qaeda but to avenge old tribal vendettas. "Hot pursuit into Pakistan is acceptable if you're sure the bad guys are in your sights," explains a Western diplomat in Islamabad. "But if the Pentagon ends up dropping a bomb on women and kids because of bad intel...
...month ago, a Pajero jeep with four men and three burka-clad women was stopped at a checkpoint in Chapri, a village with an ancient stone arch that serves as a gateway to the Pakistani tribal region. Two tribal militiamen questioned one of the passengers and was surprised that he spoke no Pashtu. He was a Yemenite. All the passengers were ordered out of the car, and the militiamen noticed that the women in the burkas were very tall; one of them wore men's sandals. They turned out to be African men, two Sudanese and a Mauritanian. Their Pakistani...
...think: Lansdowne) but with closer ties to hip-hop both culturally and compositionally. Drum ’n’ bass raves are populated by hooded figures in comfortable thug-wear and sneakers, sporting “don’t fuck with me” attitudes and the tribal tattoos and piercings to hammer them home. They often break it down with some break-dancing, windmilling and flaring in a circle of testosterone, and live emcees can spit rhymes at tweaked-out speeds while the DJ waxes his tables. The music is driven—no surprises here?...
Last Friday’s Sasha and Digweed extravaganza at Avalon, though, was something else entirely and indicates the direction dance music must go if it’s to truly catch on in this country. The whole club had been transformed, with tribal figures, aliens and patterns around the front and back of the main stage. Carl Cox spun his magic from the balcony, where the DJ is usually located in Avalon. Sasha and Digweed, however, entrenched themselves on the main stage, surrounded by two huge screens which showed psychedelic images of hands clenching and unclenching, flowers blooming...