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DECEMBER 12, 1972
My people are Black, beautiful and proud. Just because they
shout doesn’t make them loud.
My people are strong, noble and true. Don’t laugh at their
thoughts, they could be yours too.
My people are addicts, thieves, pushers and whores too. Some
times I wonder if my people notice all the things they can do?
We are proud by all the necessary means, but sometimes the
load is too heavy for a lot of us, just as it seems.
We sink and we fall, we beg and we crawl.
We struggle to do our best, yet it doesn’t equal us with the rest.
Now my people are ready.
They’re tired of being pushed, trod on and unsteady.
We are ready to fight, and fight we must, for we have found
out; it’s difficult to find a true one to trust.
Our songs sing of a new awakening and power. Actually, all
It is is that we have blossomed, just like a flower.
We have decided to stop sitting around; singing freedom
songs and praying, while getting stomped to the ground.
The time for talk is past. What my people and I want is action
and we want it fast.
We don’t want anymore timeless bull - jive to keep us happy.
We want all that is ours, and we want it snappy.
You see we are ready to die for the things we feel are right.
If you don’t believe me, mess with one of my brothers, but be
prepared to fight.
We realize we have an awful lot to fight for; just because some
stupid white men wouldn’t let my people through their doors.
A lot of us will die before we are through.
This talk of violence is really nothing new.
This white man has prided himself on his violence, his whole
Our woman are beautiful and dedicated to our cause. With them
behind us, there can be no flaws.
My woman *s beautiful and sacred to me. Yes it’s true, let
somebody offend her and see. My children are my happiness
and pride brought out in life.
Why should 1 let them be brought into another world full of
unhappiness, pain and strife?
So you see, fight I must and fight I will, until the problems
of my people in this country or my last breath is nil.
My people are ready to live and die, if you can’t dig it
well then, huh, bye.
Beauty that can not be compasses or compared
is the overwhelming beauty of Black men and Black women
Just to glance at the two with their fros so shiny and black
Makes you realize that they’ve got their stuff Intact.
The two walking down the street styling back
Makes you once again proud to be black.
Whether their facial attributes aren’t perfect doesn’t matter
As long as Black men and Black women stay together.
Darryl Neal, Bronx, N. Y.
Junior said, “I don’t feel that
black movies exploit therom-
munity. Most black pictures
tell it likt' it ri';illy is. I do
fet'l that exploitation does oc-
fiir when they represent black
suinT-heroes Pkr' Sh;ift.”
Editor’s Note; Several stu
dents were approached with
the question, ‘‘Do you feel that
black movies exploit or re
present the black communi-
Linda Clark, Fayetteville
Sophomore said, “The white
man has come to see that the
public has become tired of the
same old tired John Wajme
movies. The black movies are
new to the public; that’s why
they sell. The MAN himself
is getting rich in exploiting
blacks and their way of liv
ing. On the other hand, it’s
good business for blacks. It
is a way in which blacks who
have been underpaid can come
to the^ye of the public. I say
get rich Brother as quickly
and as easily as you can. If
this is the way to do it, then
keep on doing it like you’re
Keith Bouciisuii, senior
from High Point said, “Bas
ed on the pictures I’ve seen,
black movies tend to create a
fantasy In the minds of young
blacks, which I do feel is a
form of exploitation. By the
same token they create an at
mosphere or sense of pride
among blacks when used in the
vaierie McArthur, Sopho
more from Winston - Salem
said, “I feel that black mov
ies correctly represent the
black community, and other
communities as well. Action
in the pixs relate to reality.”
HELPING NEEDY FAYETTEVILLE FAMILIES — The goal of the
Phi Beta Sigma Fraternity and Zeta Phi Beta Sorority on FSU’s
campus for the oncoming holidays is to support the needy fami
lies in the Fayetteville area. Helping to deliver food to the needy
are Rickey Jessie, Pensacola, Fla., Vernell Parker, Tarboro,
N.C. and John Godbolt, Fayetteville.
Homer Anderson, Fresh
man from Cross, S.C. said, “I
feel that black movies repre
sent what is happening in the
black community, especially
the ghetto. Drugs are usually
carted in by the white man and
they exploit the black com
Jeff Blount, Fayetteville
Sophomore said, “Black
movies cast blacks in roles
that really represent whites.
They do not bring out the true
picture of black I'fe. To truly
represent the black commun
ity, black pictures must be
totally cast, produced, writ
ten and directed by black art
Senior Cathy Thomas from
Raleigh, said “The black
movies such as Melinda, Shaft
and Super Fly, exploit sex.”
WANT SOME PRETTY HOLLY AND BERRIES FOR CHRIST
MAS ANYONE? Lovely Fayetteville State University freshman
coed Joanne Gilmore of Fayetteville, North Carolina pauses
between her classes to examine many of the lovely Christmas
holly and berries which are in full bloom surrounding the beau
tiful FSU campus at this time of the year as the holiday season
a short story by Judy Moore
At 8:35 PM, January 17, 1972, Dr. Phillips pronounced me
dead and I slept so comfortably in the cold, quiet recluse of
death. I had been killed in a freak accident. With my last breath,
I vowed to come back and torture the fat woman who caused it,’
At my funeral my wife sobbed, but I was sure she would ap
preciate my insurance money. The kids, ages three and five,
did not seem to be aware that I would never return, to play
with them, to laugh with them, to love them. The minister preach
ed a solemn sermon for me and to this day, I haven’t properly
After my burial services, I began planning my return. I want
ed to return to earth unrecognized. Therefore, I finally chose
to disguise myself as a rat.
It took me approximately three weeks to change my bulky
fat to that of a nice compact rat. Finally, the change was com
plete, I was the usual rat, with a long tail, sharp gnawing teeth
and the gray mousy color.
At midnight, on the 17th of March 1972, two months after my
death, I left the Rosewood cemetery, I was headed to the home
of my assailant.
First, I wanted to visit my wife and children. When I slipped
through the hole in the basement, the one that I had promised
to mend, I realized that I no longer belonged. I left unnoticed.
Mr, and Mrs. Jones — Billy
If You Don’t Know Me By Now
Harold Melvin and The Blue
Papa Was A Rolling Stone —
I’ll Be Around — The Spinners
I’ll Be Your Shelter -- Luther
You Ought To Be With Me —
Super Fly — Curtis Mayfield
I Am Woman — Helen Reddy
Stone In Love With You --
Superstitious -Stevie Wonder
I decided to immediately
complete my errand. When I
arrived at the lady’s house, I
noticed that she had lost a con
siderable amount of weight.
Was it from sorrow or grief
caused by the accident? I kin-
da felt sorry for her.
But I knew my feelings could
not get Into my well organ
ized plot. Therefore, when the
lady went to bed, I slipped in
to it with her. Slowly, horri
bly and complete, 1 gnawed out
I returned to my sweet, cold
recluse of death. I now sleep
comfortable and wait for the
day of judgement. “All is well
that ends well.” I agree.
Ray Codrington of the Cumberland County Vocational Rehabili
tation Counseling Services was the featured speaker at a drug
abuse seminar sponsored by the Veteran’s Organization of F.S.
U. Pictured L-R Carol Griffin, Verna Johnson, Roy Legette
and Felix McKay, Orientation Instructor.