Page 2 The Clarion October 7, 1987
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Editor Orrell
Assistant Editor Meiners
Editorial Page Editor April Woods
Sports Editor Belanger
Advertising Director J**" Barker
Staff Reporters Andrea Henry, Dorsey Waldron, Carlisle
Turner, Jay Schulthess, Danny Perry, Kenny Monteith, Pat
Mellon, Mike McGee, Julia Love, Juan Kincaid, Kathy Har
bin, Heather Conrad, Jay Carter, Selena Lauterer, Mark
Brom, Lee Hegge, and Celia Alves,
Faculty Advisor Jock Lauterer
Editorial
In His image
by April Woods
Does Brevard College have a problem with racism?
The biggest problem I see at EC involving racism is not coerced
segregation, but a self-imposed segregation which it appears EC
minorities have inflicted upon themselves.
It is not, in my opinion, any of my business who eats with whom at the
tables in the cafeteria, but I would have to be a moron not to notice that
some black Americans and international students dine with a mixture of
their minorities and whites, while others segregate themselves com
pletely from the white majority.
Maybe I’m missing out on something fairly obvious, but personally, I
haven’t noticed whites showing hostility toward any minorities, either
singly or in groups. I’m not so naive as to think that never happens— It’s
just that I have never heard of any problems of that nature occurring
here on campus.
I lived in San Francisco for almost six years. I saw knifings, shoot-
outs, and knew personally of various other crimes such as rape and
murder committed because of racism.
Certainly any racist problems here at EC would be of a much more
subtle type. There is no Harlem here, no Mission district, and no
Chinatown. Still, there appears to be some tension between the majority
whites and the various minorities. I see no reason for this.
In my eyes, God created man (all of mankind) in His image. NO ONE
has the right to believe he is more righteous than any one else because
of the color of his skin or any other physical appearance. I think God’s
influence in us and love for us is much more than just skin deep.
Poets Corner
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fulfillment. Poetry doesn’t trap, it allows poems can be published per issue. If you
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somewhere to stretch your ideas and let first floor Beam, Room 161. The Clarion is
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poet, become a corner poet. There is no work soon.
A Spiritual Healing
This place is where my soul lives.
With silver waterfalls and the endless Autumn leaves that spread
themselves out before me like an old familiar quilt. The soil is rich with
itself and the trees, tall and slim, stand at attention. The air is crisp yet
summer eludes in the breeze. I have never experienced a house quite like
this one. The sound of the waterfall is almost deafening. It makes silence
stand still and listen. I have hiked this trail alone. With its mossy log
bridges and root-studded earth. And I have a feeling I shall walk back
alone. But I am content. For I have a home. My soul’s home. Moore’s
Cove.
Selena lauterer
JW73W
The Mellon Patch
There’s gotta’ be a
beach somewhere
by Pat Mellon
By now you’ve all probably felt the
pressure of change; a new school, a new
home, a new environment. At times, it
may seem as if it’s just one change after
another. It’s hard, I know, having to cope
with change, but you must cope. Survival
of the fittest. That’s what it’s all about.
Adapt to change. Change with change. If
you get enough change to buy me a drink,
let me know.
The hardest part for a lot of people, in
cluding myself, is the culture cTiange.
Many of us are from Florida. Florida is
famous, basically, for four reasons; the
beaches, the tourists, the citrus, arid the
fact that I lived there...(I’m just kidding —
the citrus isn’t all that good). Well, I live
on campus, there’s plenty of tourists here,
and we can buy oranges at the super
market. But there’s not a beach to be
found. And so, as a result, many of us will
experience Beach Withdrawal.
No one is safe. It could hit anyone; not
just Floridians; anyone who’s been to the
beach and then home to ihe mountains.
The mountains. Mountains, mountains,
mountains. Don’t get me wrong — moun
tains are nice. But, they’re not the beach.
Personally, I can take it or leave it. I liv
ed on the beach for seven years, so I’ve
pretty much had my fill 6( fiddlercrabs,
fishing, and Frisbee. But some people are
different. Some people need the beach.
They’ve got saltwater in their veins.
They’ve spent some of the best weekends
of their lives lying motionless, completely
silent on a towel in the sand. It will be these
sun-worshippers (Apollo’s disciples, if you
will) who will fall helplessly, to Beach
Withdrawal, or as it’s more commonly
known, Nosanditosis.
The process is slow and the downfall is
sudden. Watch for the warning signs.
1) Your tan will fade.
2) You’ll find yourself sleeping on your
back,'then changing to your
stomach, then switching again every
rrtiniitac
3) You’ll wear your sunglasses
everywhere.
4) You’ll subscribe to Surfer magazine
and cover the walls in your room
with its pages.
5) You’ll acquire a limp that resembles
one’s mobility across soft sand.
6) You’ll purchase sun-tan lotion, just in
case, one day, a beach materializes
in the parking lot.
7) You’ll find yourself looking for shells
on the way to class.
8) People will find you sitting out in the
court-yard with your pail and shovel
building dirt castles.
9) You’ll stop sweeping your room
because you like the way the dust
feels between your toes.
10) You’ll send away for department
store catalogs just so you can see the
girls in their bathing suits.
There’s no real cure for Nosanditosis,
except, of course, the beach. But, there’s a
number of generic remedies right here in
Brevard.
Volleyball, the beach’s most popular
sport, is played here frequently.
A walk down any residence hall,
especially mine, will remind you of the
numerous radios (all too loud) played on
the beach.
And speaking of loud, those wild, flam
boyant shorts are sold right here in
Brevard.
As for bathing suits ... well, it’s getting
cold, so we probably won’t be seeihg any
for a while. But, don’t you worry. I’ve got
catalogs from Belk’s and Penny’s.
But I guess there is no real substitute for
the beach. The sand in your shoes, the
crowd, nowhere to park, the heat, sunburn,
shark attacks ... and for what? A tan?
Seems a little uneven to me. But, for some
people, it’s a way of life. The closest beach
is about five hours away, but some people
will make the trip. They will make the
sacrifice. Because Nosanditosis is serious.
If you think you’ve got it, just get in the car
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