Word: tribalized
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Africa is only a fellow traveler on the road that points toward man's ideals. On this road-which transcends continental, political, racial, tribal and ethnic boundaries-both human virtue and wickedness are never far apart...
Missionary on the Terrace. In both his novels and stories, Cheever has taken, more or less intact from the past, the ancient American moral severities and told a hundred parables to show that the emancipated middle class about which he now writes must pay homage to his tribal gods of purity and order. He has added (his ancestors might have thought it a subtraction) a lyrical delight in natural creation. The American wilderness is a sacred grove (not an inimical principle, as it was to Hemingway). Cheever's world is one of delight for those who obey the gods...
...converted to Roman Catholicism, but never made "head boy"-his teachers found him not enough of a disciplinarian. At Uganda's Makerere University, he won first prize in the regional literary competition. His essay: an application of John Stuart Mill's arguments for feminism to the tribal societies of Tanganyika. After three years of teaching biology, he won a scholarship to Edinburgh, and in 1949 became the first Tanganyikan ever to study...
Forging a Party. On July 7, 1954, Nyerere converted a social club into the Tanganyika African National Union. TANU was his from then on. Off into the back country he went to recruit members and cut tribal bonds. Wearing green bush shirts, slacks and leather sandals, waving an ivory-topped cane and chain-smoking Clipper cigarettes (he has since stopped), Nyerere began touring Tanganyika in a battered Land Rover. "I still remember the license-DSK 750," he reminisces. "We had to push so often over the mudholes that I will never forget it." A low-key speaker who never talked...
...proud of you. Come whenever you can," beamed Liberian Ambassador Christie W. Doe. "Thank you, sir," answered the pride of Louisville. "I have longed to go back home to Liberia." Cassius' eyes bugged at the sight of an African delegate carrying the ornately carved stick of a tribal chieftain. "Man," breathed Cassius, pointing to the stick, "I got to get me one of those...