An Inclusive Litany
Speaking about the Los Angeles riots, Ice-T said that "During the riot, I rolled into the neighborhood... I was chilling out, signing autographs. It was the most peaceful time I had ever been in South-Central Los Angeles. Brothers were dancing. Music was playing. It was a very great thing." Ice-T also expressed surprise that "Cop Killer," which includes lyrics such as "die, die, die, pig, die," caused such a commotion. "I thought everybody hated the police," he said.
Ice-T went on to boast "I've got my thumb on the pulse of 50,000 killers" and that he has founded a group of gang members in Los Angeles called Hands Across Watts—"basic killers," he called them, "getting ready to move on the police."
[Ed.: When dissident shareholders of Time Warner sought to force the company to hold a discussion of its artist's rap songs, including a song about violent rape, Time Warner's management argued to the Securities and Exchange Commission, which governs what information must be provided to shareholders, that even though the violent-rape song itself was sold to the general public, the lyrics were "inappropriate" for distribution to shareholders.]
Lee has not yet lost any of the 27 suits brought against him by prisoners so far, but it bothers him that each costs the taxpayers $2,000 in court expenses. At one time he was sued for failure to properly check a prisoner for body and crab lice. The sheriff said, "If we could put a U.S. patent office inside of jail [the prisoners] would all come out millionaires... They are the most creative individuals in the world."
- Bragging about the length of one's penis.
- "Teasing other students about body development (either overdevelopments or underdevelopment)."
- "Depantsing," a.k.a., "spiking," defined as pulling down a student's pants or pulling up a student's skirt.
- "Displays of affection in hallways," on the grounds that such displays are "heterosexist."
Henry Fraind, spokesman for the School Board, says he sympathizes with Data Industries, but insists that "a rule is a rule, and our rule says that there must be 51 percent ownership by one principal minority group." "We're just trying to preserve the integrity of the system," he says, explaining that the county wants a "clear-cut" owner to avoid having minority businesses "sell out to white males."
Following his death, Lee's family sued the CTA for negligence, and was awarded $1.5 million. The Illinois Supreme Court upheld the verdict, saying that although Lee was drunk and trespassing, and despite the signs and the barrier, the CTA was at fault.
Seven months ago Steve Lim stood in the New Star Market in blazing South Los Angeles and encouraged his customers to loot the store.
"Take what you need, take what you need," he remembers telling them. "Just don't burn it. Please don't burn it down."
While six Korean-owned markets within a one-mile radius were put to the torch, the New Star Market survived. It is a rarity in its mostly black and Latino neighborhood: A store owned by outsiders that has cultivated relations with the community.
- A balance of boys and girls.
- Families from different racial, ethnic and socioeconomic
- The integration of different children with different
personalities, learning styles and individual needs based on
information gathered during interviews.
- Children with birthdates equally represented throughout the year.
- A mixing of first-, second- and third-born children.
Add to this visual pop lexicon the newest hip eye-opener: cross-dressing. As if to punctuate the end of the socially stagnant Reagan era, a parade of drag images is now crossing screens big and small, mostly men bedecked in wigs, lipstick, and scarfs to hide their protruding Adam's apples... Along with symbolizing self-empowerment, cross-dressers also can remind us that sex roles and costumes are fictional. Men wear pants because American society tells them to.
During my first conversation with William Shawn in 1974, he astonished me by extending an invitation to work for the New Yorker. I was twenty-three years old, a bright-green rookie, and far from convinced that I was a writer, much less a writer worthy of Shawn's nurturing indulgence. There have been few, if any, days since when I have not thought of him, always with gratitude and wonder—often with more complicated emotions—and asked myself what the hell this whole thing had been about...
He had an oracular presence, and virtually every encounter with him felt loaded, full of intrigue and possibility. Often, seated in his office, studying his impassive expression as I babbled away about this or that, I had to restrain the impulse to blurt "Mr. Shawn, I love you." I did love him and I still do. I loved him, though I never for a moment imagined that in some everyday, familiar sense, we were actually friends.
Occasionally, late on a day when I had submitted a Talk of the Town story, my phone would ring.
"Hello, Mr. Singer."
"Hello, Mr. Shawn."
"That's an ingenious and wonderful piece you wrote."
"Thank you very much."
"Thank you for doing it."
No, please, thank you. Again, though certainly not for the last time, thank you.
Barbara Rose, writing in the New York Times Magazine to commend the change, explained that those formerly called "zoo keepers" are now more properly referred to as "wildlife friends," and that a "zoo guide" should now be called a "wildlife preservation center docent."
Marshall Hull was too far away from the Capitol grounds yesterday to see Bill Clinton place his hand on the Bible and recite the 42-word presidential oath. But from his wheelchair on Pennsylvania Avenue NW, the 52-year-old Hull, who has cerebral palsy, could hear Clinton from a giant, cone-shaped speaker strapped to a light pole—and his eyes filled with tears.
"Bill Clinton, president now. Is he? Is he?" Hull asked.
Yes, finally, he is.