Jesse Owens in India

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Does anybody know who the tall sardar is? 

via  http://www.turbanhead.com/post/20237115643/jessie-owens-in-india-1955

Also, just for fun, a young Milkha Singh:

 

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Ondaatje

"There is the hidden presence of others in us, even those we have known briefly. We contain them for the rest of our lives, at every border we cross."
—Michael Ondaatje

When words give me chills, Charles Blow on Trayvon Martin

That is the burden of black boys in America and the people that love them: running the risk of being descended upon in the dark and caught in the cross-hairs of someone who crosses the line.

This is the fear that seizes me whenever my boys are out in the world: that a man with a gun and an itchy finger will find them “suspicious.” That passions may run hot and blood run cold. That it might all end with a hole in their chest and hole in my heart. That the law might prove insufficient to salve my loss.

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/03/17/opinion/blow-the-curious-case-of-trayvon-martin.html

Was it real?

"Was it real?"
"How did it all feel? When it was happening? Did it feel real?"

"No, it felt more than real."
"Well, there you are, then… the answer is: If it wasnt real, it wasnt false."

— "A Hat Full of Sky" Terry Pratchett, p.390-1 [original prose altered and modified to read out of context]

Was it real?

“Was it real?”

“How did it all feel? When it was happening? Did it feel real?”

 “No, it felt more than real.”

“Well, there you are, then… the answer is: If it wasn’t real, it wasn’t false.”
— “A Hat Full of Sky” Terry Pratchett, p.390-1 [original prose altered and modified to read out of context]

 

That is the burden of black boys in America and the people that love them

That is the burden of black boys in America and the people that love them: running the risk of being descended upon in the dark and caught in the cross-hairs of someone who crosses the line.

This is the fear that seizes me whenever my boys are out in the world: that a man with a gun and an itchy finger will find them “suspicious.” That passions may run hot and blood run cold. That it might all end with a hole in their chest and hole in my heart. That the law might prove insufficient to salve my loss.

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/03/17/opinion/blow-the-curious-case-of-trayvon-martin.html