n. (plural of blackshirt English)
Blackshirts are members of the anti-religious, atheist quasi-political organization Dravidar Kazhagam in Tamil Nadu, founded by "Periyar" E V Ramasamy. The members wear black shirts to mock and protest the saffron vestments of Hindu religious leaders and sadhus as black is generally associated with death and bad-luck in contrast with saffron's auspicious association. This has its origins in the banning of black flags as a protest tool in Tamil Nadu. To circumvent this ban, members wore black shirts. Black shirts and black flags were also seen as a symbol of anarchy in southern India especially in Tamil Nadu during the early 20th century.
The Blackshirts are the first-string defensive unit players for the Nebraska Cornhuskers football team.
Blackshirts or Black Shirt may refer to the following:
The Milizia Volontaria per la Sicurezza Nazionale (MVSN, "Voluntary Militia for National Security"), commonly called the Blackshirts (, CCNN, singular: Camicia Nera) or squadristi (singular: squadrista), was originally the paramilitary wing of the National Fascist Party and, after 1923, an all-volunteer militia of the Kingdom of Italy. Its members were distinguished by their black uniforms (modelled on those of the Arditi, Italy's elite troops of World War I) and their loyalty to Benito Mussolini, the Duce (leader) of Fascism, to whom they swore an oath. The founders of the paramilitary groups were nationalist intellectuals, former army officers and young landowners opposing peasants' and country labourers' unions. Their methods became harsher as Mussolini's power grew, and they used violence and intimidation against Mussolini's opponents. In 1943 the MVSN was integrated into the Italian armed forces.
Usage examples of "blackshirts".
Some of the Blackshirts were growing bolder, slinking through metal alleyways like beads of oil through conduits.
I figured the Blackshirts had arrived in it earlier that morning a military vehicle suited their martial games just fine.
Hubble had recruited into his Fascist army the Blackshirts had always appeared in small groups before now but had figured their numbers to be maybe a hundred or so, and today they seemed to be out in force.
I waited until the Blackshirts had discharged another volley before setting off again, firing back at them just as wildly, but maybe a bit more effectively.
I noticed some of the Blackshirts were already pausing to lift their weapons and take aim.
One minute the Blackshirts were keeping out of sight, taking turns to spray bullets my way, filling the ticket hall with thunder, the next the black Humber Estate was roaring through the entrance, hurtling towards me, guns blaming from its side windows like in one of those gangster movies.
Its body work hid me from more Blackshirts pouring through the entrance after it, giving me time to reach the top of the frozen stairways.
In fact, the Blackshirts had already given up shooting, although we could hear their shouts, hollow and mocking, drifting down and finding us where we hid.
Safest place in London with you and those Blackshirts runnin all over the place, shootin off guns at each other.
Until this morning the Blackshirts had never discovered any of my havens, so now I was extra wary.
I kept my eyes open for Blackshirts, who had a nasty habit of appearing when I least expected it.
Five or six Blackshirts had managed to squeeze through that doorway and now every one of their guns was focused on me.
The Blackshirts at the door stirred again, stepping aside to let their leader through.
I only winged him, but it was still enough to make him screech like a barn owl and collapse into three Blackshirts behind him, spoiling their aim and creating enough disorder for me to slide back across the table towards Cissie.
I stopped when I noticed Stem, Cissie and Potter on their knees not far away, a bunch of Blackshirts covering them with an array of dissuaders clubs and knives, as well as guns.