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Science uses the Red Shift to measure deep cosmic distances. But how to measure deep historic time? How about—the Saffron Shift. If history itself had a color, it is . . . like wood or bark, or living forest floor. Assigning hues to time periods, the sum total of history is saffron-brown—but the chromatic arc starts from blinding white (prehistory) to sun-yellow (Ancient Greece), then deepening to pale wood tones (Dark Ages) and finally exploding like an infinite chord into a full brown palette that includes mahoganies, siennas (Middle Ages), oak, sandalwood (the Renaissance), cherry, maple (Age of Reason), and near-black old woods (Industrial Revolution) for which there may not be names. As time approaches our own, the wood-brown palette fades to a weird glassy colorlessness, goes black-and-white for a brief span as you think of photographs of your grandparents, and then again fades until we get a clear medium that is the color of the world. And the present moment is perfectly transparent. It's only as you start looking into the future, that the colors start returning. The glass is turning silvery with a murky haze, and there is blue somewhere in the distance . . . ↗
We have been waiting for an hour when we see a squad of German soldiers line up on the roadbed alongside the train. Next comes a column of people in civilian clothes. Surely they are Jews. All of them are rather well dressed, with suitcases in their hands as if departing peacefully on vacation. They climb aboard the train while a sergeant major keeps them moving along, “Schnell, schnell.” There are men and women of all ages, even children. Among them I see one of my former students, Jeanine Crémieux. She got married in 1941 and had a baby last spring. She is holding the infant in her left arm and a suitcase in her right hand. The first step is very high above the rocky roadbed. She puts the suitcase on the step and holds on with one hand to the doorjamb, but she can’t quite hoist herself up. The sergeant major comes running, hollers, and kicks her in the rear. Losing her balance, she screams as her baby falls to the ground, a pathetic little white wailing heap. I will never know if it was hurt, because my friends pulled me back and grabbed my hand just as I was about to shoot. Today I know what hate is, real hate, and I swear to myself that these acts will be paid for. ↗
And thus goes segregation which is the most far-reaching development in the history of the Negro since the enslavement of the race. ↗
魅力的な都市をたくさんもつ南イタリアも、その歴史を振り返るならば、外国勢力による支配と搾取の繰り返しだった。大土地所有が続き、支配階級に富が集まる一方、民衆の暮らしは貧しく、個々の住居の内部は手狭で、質素なものだった。 近代を迎え、１８６０年頃、リソルジメント（国家統一運動）によってイタリアは一つの国に統一されたが、政治的主導権は常に中北部のイタリアが握り、南北の経済的、文化的格差はさらに広がった。中世以来、都市国家として独立と自治の伝統を築き上げ、１８世紀以後はフランスやオーストリアの支配下で近代化を進め、市民社会の秩序を早くから確立できた北部に比べ、長らくスペイン支配下で封建的領主制度が続いた南イタリアは、後進性を背負い込むことになった。イタリアの悩みの種、いわゆる「南北問題」がこうして生まれた。[5〜6ページ] ↗
Storytellers have as profound a purpose as any who are charged to guide and transform human lives. I knew it as an ancient discipline and vocation to which everyone is called. ↗
I looked on astounded as from his ordinary life he made his art. We were both ordinary men, he and I. Yet from the ordinary he created Legends--and I from Legends created only the ordinary! ↗
