Word: confessions
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...reason at all! I feel that you are a very brave and courageous lady." Warren Driessen was blunt: "Sometimes I bet you would like to punch all those people." The children were struck by Cheng's assertion "I would rather die than tell a lie" and her refusal to confess to trumped-up charges...
...students wondered how she withstood such treatment. "I don't know why you just didn't confess and get out of there," wrote Damian Banick. "But I admire your courage." Declared Nickie Borley: "I would have died if they put me through that kind of pain." Said Jacquie Hollingsworth: "I'm not sure that I would have stood up for what I believed in, like you did, but then again, I'm not half as brave as you are." Nearly all had questions: "Do you have nightmares?" "Do you still have scars from the handcuffs and the kicking...
...from him, his nemeses are without human interest, his potential allies are all idiots, and the only sensible figure on the scene (Reginald Veljohnson) is always a walkie-talkie away. Still, Willis' presence is whiny and self-involved, and it is a ludicrous error to have him stop to confess past insensitivities before effecting his wife's climactic rescue. That is not the dramatically opportune moment to go Moonlighting...
Though the law forbids discrimination on the basis of race, religion and national origin, among other things, gender was the main issue. Women were the only group that most clubs would confess to barring. The ordinance had been challenged in court by the New York State Club Association, which claimed that it violated the right of free association. Not so, said Justice Byron White, writing for the court. "It may well be that a considerable amount of private or intimate association occurs in such a setting . . . but that fact alone does not afford the entity as a whole any constitutional...
...house. I worked, I weeded, I watered, I fertilized, I pruned, I sprayed, I decaterpillarized, and I fondly admired what I had created (God and I). In 1971 I even wrote a little book, The Rose Garden. But to anyone who asks me now about my roses, I confess that the last relics stand out there under the oaks behind the rhododendrons...