Some articles on tribal, tribals:
... HMCS Micmac, pennants R10 and 214, was a Tribal class destroyer which served the Royal Canadian Navy from 1945 to 1964 ... She was the first of four Tribal destroyers built at the Halifax Shipyard and one of eight Tribal class destroyers to serve in the RCN ...
... The district has a predominant tribal population of 57.52% ... All the 11 blocks of the district have been covered under tribal sub-plan with three micro projects in operation for the pre-literate indigenous ... The topography of Rayagada gives a prefect platform for the tribals in sustaining their ethno-cultural identity in the district ...
... The North India Tribal Mission (NITM) is a Christian education organisation ... promotion programmes, child welfare and Church planting, specifically with remote tribal communities in India ...
... to the remembrance and practice of traditions is the residence on tribal lands and Indian reservations ... that proximity to other Native Americans (and ultimately proximity to tribal lands) plays in one's identity as a Native American ...
... In general, the Chenchu relationship to non-tribal people has been largely symbiotic ... to specialize in collecting forest products for sale to non-tribal people ... The Chenchus are referred to as one of the Primitive Tribal Groups that are still dependent on forests and do not cultivate land but hunt for a living ...
Famous quotes containing the word tribal:
“I should consent to breed under pressure, if I were convinced in any way of the reasonableness of reproducing the species. But my nerves and the nerves of any woman I could live with three months, would produce only a victim ... lacking in impulse, a mere bundle of discriminations. If I were wealthy I might subsidize a stud of young peasants, or a tribal group in Tahiti.”
—Ezra Pound (18851972)
“Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.”
—Mason Cooley (b. 1927)
“What is this conversation, now secular,
A speech not mine yet speaking for me in
The heaving jelly of my tribal air?
It rises in the throat, it climbs the tongue,
It perches there for secret tutelage....”
—Allen Tate (18991979)