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WHATEVER its ultimate impact on U.S. policy in Viet Nam, the My Lai massacre will profoundly test an evolving principle of U.S. law-that every wrong should have a remedy in court. How, for example, can the Army try the men (three so far) who openly admit that they killed women and children at My Lai-but who are now civilians...
...Eduard Goldstücker, former president of the Writers' Union, both of whom have gained refuge in the West. Said Dubček's onetime Culture and Education Minister, Ćestmír Císaŕ, as he resigned from his post as Council president: "I admit my share of the responsibility for the errors and shortcomings, but I beg you to believe that they were not committed out of ill will...
Perhaps more important, Reed is the acknowledged captain every moment that he is on the court. Says Coach William ("Red") Holzman: "Willis often tells me what he thinks I should do. I don't always listen, but I have to admit that he's often right." Holzman probably listens more carefully than he cares to concede. With Russell in retirement and Chamberlain sidelined for the season with a leg injury, Reed is the best all-around center in basketball. Says Teammate Cazzie Russell: "Willis is a hell of a competitor, even in practice. He makes us play tough...
...then wondering where to go from there. The book is a junkyard for the left-over bits and pieces of American myths that couldn't quite be worked into The System; interesting how you often learn more about people from the stuff they throw away than from what they admit to keeping. Ishmael Reed has taken assorted scraps and shavings from American history, religion, and polities and made of them a tale that at first sounds like a child's nightmare of shadows and misconceptions. But by the time you finish, it's no longer so childish...
...families (discreetly calling it nothing but knowing in our hearts that it was "the Life Studies school.") An occasional tic of style would distinguish one of us from the others-and the style was good, don't get me wrong, competent and finished-but we had sheepishly to admit that we could spot each others' line sequences from a mile away and that those oh so-recognisable adjective arrangements sometimes haunted us in our sleep. We published Advocates laden with our own poems-and all of us seemed to hear criticisms from magazines in Chicago and the Coast echoing words...