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...grabbed Williams by the shoulder ordering him to surrender his weapon. "I struck him on the side of the face," Williams writes, "and knocked him back away from the car and put my carbine in his face and I told him we were not going to surrender to the mob. I told him that we didn't intend to be lynched. The other policeman, who had run around to the side of the car, started to draw his revolver out of the hostler. He was hoping to shoot me in the back. They didn't know we Negroes had more...
...about 3,000 or 4,000 white people there. The crowd was noisy. This time the chief of police came up to Williams telling him to surrender his gun. "I told him I was not going to surrender any gun. That those guns were legal and [there] was a mob, and if he wanted my guns he could come to my house and get them after I got away form there. And he said, 'If you hurt any of these white people here, God damn it, I'm going to kill.' I don't know what made him think...
...Four Days of Naples. On Sept. 8, 1943, the day Badoglio surrendered to Eisenhower, the lid of a manhole lifted hesitantly in a Neapolitan alley and a draft dodger squinted at the unaccustomed sunlight. "La 'uerr' ê finood'!" the mob above him bellowed in delirium. The war was over for Sicily, si. But for Naples it was far from over. On Sept. 12, the Panzers rumbled into town as the Italian garrison stumbled off in all directions. Then flying squads of German soldiers burst into the Vomero, the city's principal slum, and gun-butted...
...camera contributes equally to the illusion. With the help of a telescopic lens it plunges the spectator like spaghetti into the boiling core of every battle-he goes in stiff with tension and comes out limp with fatigue. It holds him still and explodes a mob in his face. And twice it summons him to images of awful beauty...
...defunct United Arab Republic. Strings of Ramadan lights outlined the mosques and minarets, and a crowd of 20,000 jammed the square protected from the cold night air by a siwan, a "hall" roofed and walled by brightly colored canvas. "Union! Union! Union! Nasser! Nasser! Nasser!" roared the mob. What it got was a little less than Nasser had hoped for. The leaders of the Iraqi delegation to the celebration, Deputy Premier Ali Saleh Saadi and Foreign Minister Talib Hussein Shabib, were cordial enough, but they were far from specific. Saadi dutifully paid tribute to Egypt as the "mother republic...