Word: logger
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...many Oregonians stand squarely in the conservation camp. Says George Atiyeh, a former logger who became an ardent environmentalist: "The forest is my church. No one has the right to defile it, anymore than I would have the right to desecrate anyone else's church. When you get down to the last of anything -- whales, trees, whatever it is -- then you don't have the right to exploit them anymore...
...militant conservationists. The industry needs to harvest trees to preserve some 68,000 jobs, while the environmentalists are fighting to protect ancient forests and creatures for which the old growth is an indispensable habitat. The meeting at times seemed overwhelmed by the whoop-de-do of 3,000 loggers sporting baseball caps with yellow ribbons and T shirts with provocative slogans (SAVE A LOGGER -- EAT AN OWL). But when it was over, the two sides appeared ready to attempt a two-year compromise that would both preserve the spotted owl's home and permit continued logging in reduced but still...
...women whose parents were slaves will be there, among them retired Farmer-Logger Ludie Bennett, 83, of Creswell. He is one of ten children fathered by Darius Bennett, who was born into slavery in 1854 and who lived until 1948. Says Bennett of the homecoming: "It's a great thing. People should know their people." What stories had Bennett's father told of life as a slave child? "About what you imagine," says Bennett. "All they did was what the finger pointed at, what they were told to do." Says Redford, in an aside: "When you talk with Ludie...
...elegant. Over the years a kind of reverse chic has attached itself to its sturdy Yankee clothes and shoes: its $40 woodsman's pants, "all wool and a yard wide," say, or the $73 sheepskin-lined boots that look as if they were created for a logger. They were...
...snapshots: the weary hostility that spills across a kitchen table in The Merchant of Four Seasons; the riff of revenge in The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant when a quiet young woman walks out on her longtime dominatrix to the bluesy strains of The Great Pretender; the logger-heading of fear and desire in a dozen Fassbinder movies, where the lighting is lurid, the sound track crackles with tinny music and drunken threats, the air reeks of death sweat. Each film is incomplete without the others. Each contributes its chapter to the 100-hour autobiography...