Word: assassination
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...last hours were full of this sense of imminence. A few minutes before his assassin shot him down, Gandhi had looked at the tinny dollar watch that dangled from his loincloth. He had been talking with Sardar Patel, Deputy Prime Minister of India. "Let me go now," said Gandhi. "It's prayer time...
...Neither Welcoming. . . nor Shrinking." A sergeant of the Indian Air Force knocked the gun out of Godse's hands and the yelling crowd bloodied the assassin with blows. The police wrestled him loose and bore him off to jail, where he said: "I am not at all sorry for what I have done. . . " His two male secretaries carried the bleeding Gandhi into Birla House. He never spoke again. As his soul seeped out, his grandniece Ava chanted Gandhi's favorite verses from the Hindu holy book Bhagavad-Gita...
...head. As we rode, he and the driver argued over what should happen to me. The usual procedure, if they catch a Yahudi, is to shoot him at once. Finally, the driver said: "Look, would I be carrying a Yahudi?" That seemed to do the trick, so the assassin motioned him to halt at a side road. As he climbed out, he glanced up & down for British patrols, then turned towards me and, bringing his gun up to his brow, he said: "B'khatirkum," meaning "by your leave." I nodded, found all I could say was: "Thanks...
Irwin Shaw, 34, veteran promising-young-playwright (Bury the Dead, The Assassin), invited by the New Republic to be its new drama critic, won a scorchingwarm welcome to the New York Drama Critics' Circle. Wrote New York Daily News Critic John Chapman to Newcomer Shaw, who once carved the hides from the critics for criticizing his plays: "I will want to follow every syllable of Mr. Shaw's postmortems. ... I will be sitting at the foot of a master eager for the smallest drops of instruction. ... I shall read his every word, hoping ... to learn more about...
Army uniforms got out. Three, armed with Sten guns, ambled upstairs. Outside the council chamber one man knocked a guard sprawling while another burst into the room. There, around a large table, sat Burma's interim Cabinet. Four bursts from the assassin's Sten gun sprayed the room. Most of the ministers were hit in the chest. Six slumped to the floor, dead. Two were mortally wounded. As ministerial blood trickled into a secretary's office next door, the gunmen strolled from the building, got in the jeep, drove away at 5 m.p.h...