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...back in 1998 when the economy still was new, WorldCom CEO Bernie Ebbers was clinching his acquisition of long-distance giant MCI, and the Rev. Jesse Jackson had a bone to pick with him. Speaking at Tougaloo College--a cradle of the civil rights movement located near Clinton, Miss., where WorldCom is headquartered--Jackson rhetorically asked his audience why Ebbers could afford $37 billion for MCI but hadn't donated funds to local black students. Ebbers wasn't present, but LeRoy Walker Jr., a leading black businessman and Tougaloo board member, pulled Jackson aside to set him straight: Ebbers...
...Winners MICHAEL JACKSON Pop king to codirect first film. The cast is not set and the script needs a rewrite, but he's already got a title: Dude, Where's My Nose? CHARLOTTE CHURCH Heavenly soprano wins Britain's Rear of the Year award. Parents everywhere dream, of course, of their daughter becoming Miss Ass ERIK LINDBERGH Flier replicates his grandpa's epic transatlantic flight. As a follow-up, he's planning to have his son kidnapped and then join the Nazi party Losers ENRIQUE IGLESIAS Singer booed for showing up late and lip-synching at a concert. For those...
...Perchov, the novel's other, more successfully realized narrator, tells a very different tale. He acts as a translator when Foer takes a trip to Ukraine. Bluff, gruff and unflappable, he writes in broken English: "I dig Negroes, particularly Michael Jackson. I dig to disseminate very much currency at famous nightclubs in Odessa." (His English gets better?and less hilarious?as the book goes on.) Accompanied by Perchov's narcoleptic grandfather and a flatulent dog named Sammy Davis Jr., Foer and Perchov set off into the Ukrainian countryside to search for what's left of present-day Trachimbrod...
Perchov, the novel's other, more successfully realized narrator, tells a very different tale. He acts as a translator when Foer takes a trip to Ukraine. Bluff, gruff and unflappable, he writes in broken English: "I dig Negroes, particularly Michael Jackson. I dig to disseminate very much currency at famous nightclubs in Odessa." (His English gets better--and less hilarious--as the book goes on.) Accompanied by Perchov's narcoleptic grandfather and a flatulent dog named Sammy Davis Jr., Foer and Perchov set off into the Ukrainian countryside to search for what's left of present-day Trachimbrod...
Those who would like to see a more integrated Harvard often talk like Jackson and Fong. They say that students should reach out, become more open-minded and not be intimidated. What they have on their side is little more than rhetoric, though: They wish everyone would make a conscious effort to diversify. But there’s little evidence that that will happen in the near future: Those who defend self-segregation, though they may object to the term itself, offer a number of concrete reasons why students come together in ethnically separate groups. Such social behavior is understandable...