Kitajima saburo biography of mahatma gandhi
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Postwar: Art Between the Pacific and the Atlantic, ,
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21 POSTWAR: ART BETWEEN THE PACIFIC AND THE ATLANTIC –
PRESTEL
MUNICH · LONDON · NEW YORK
21 EDITED BY OKWUI ENWEZOR KATY SIEGEL ULRICH WILMES
TABLE OF CONTENTS
10 Johannes Ebert Secretary-General, Goethe-Institut 11 Hortensia Völckers Artistic Director, Kulturstiftung des Bundes Alexander Farenholtz Administrative Director, Kulturstiftung des Bundes
Yule Heibel Germany’s Postwar Search for a New Image of Man
Sarah Wilson New Images of Man: Postwar Humanism and its Challenges in the West
Homi K. Bhabha Remembering Fanon: Self, Psyche, and the Colonial Condition
CURATORS’ ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Stephen Petersen “Forms Disintegrate”: Painting in the Shadow of the Bomb
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Ariella Azoulay The Natural History of Rape
Okwui Enwezor
Okwui Enwezor, Katy Siegel, Ulrich Wilmes
INTRODUCTORY ESSAYS
4. REALISMS
20 Okwui Enwezor The Judgment of Art: Postwar and Artistic Worldli
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LEFT: A letter posted from the Poston Arizona Relocation Center, May , from Wintersburg goldfish farmer Harley Asari to Ray Elliott, then vice principal at Huntington Beach High School. (Image, M. Urashima) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
The teachers knew their students, had watched them grow up, and knew their parents. In farm country, everyone knew each other's families and their histories. The virtual lifeline provided to the incarcerated bygd teachers helped keep Issei and Nisei connected with the outside world and focused on better days ahead.
In Orange County, we know of Anita Shepardson, Remembering Ma Shep, , and Georgia Day Robertson, Orange County author and educator Georgia Day Robertson: Moved to write by her time in Poston,
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The Los Angeles Herald reported in , "there are three particularly happy days in the American calendar, Christmas, Fourth of July, and circus day. Of these, circus day fryst vatten easily the merriestsomehow it holds a steady place in the human heart."
Word about a circus arriving in the mittpunkt of the peatlands would have spread exponentially from farm to farm, as fast as the little feet of chattering children, interrupting the normally quiet rural life with the sound of trumpets and calliope.