Page Four
Early last Saturday, a sleepy
bunch of people piled into
several cars and left for Hang
ing Rock State Park. In all,
there were about fourteen
people on the trip, the first
Biophile outing of the year.
When we got to Hanging
Rock, there was a short
wait before the rest of the
group got there. The extra
time was taken up by frisbee
throwing. The weather looked
threatening in the morning.
The sky was overcast, and the
mountains were enshrouded
with fog. The fog gave the
mountains an almost mystical
air, an unreal quality. Some
times the mountains seemed
magical, and it seemed as
though we were transported
to somewhere else, some
mystical place above the
world.
Even though all of the group
Was not yet there, most
of us decided to go on ahead,
as Dave Maclnnes, our
faculty representative, had to
be back after lunch. The trip
up to The Devil's Chimney let
Voluntary Segregation in the U.S.
BY PAT STABLER
The relationships between
well-defined groups who are
occupying the same geo
graphical space have always
posed particular problems.
In modern times, with the
advent of nationalism and
intricate legal systems, much
emotion and rhetoric has been
employed in determining the
amount and type of inter
actions that would exist
between such groups. South
Africa has become the para
digm of extreme separation
with their apartheid policy.
The Africaners (white) have
legislated laws such that the
Blacks and other non-whites
are not represented in the
government, and are complete
ly crippled with inferior
schooling and job opportunit
ies from living in any sense
free, or socially mobile lives.
The United Stats, with its
Jim Crow segregation, is
guilty of the same principle
in a somewhat milder form,
but with some legal restrictions
still accompanying the myriad
social taboos. The advent of
civil rights has done a great
deal towards promoting
equality towards the law, but
everyone has to admit that
many inequities remain.
Discrimination continues as
does the prejudice-producing
social institutions. In the face
of this, I have observed in the
U.S., both Blacks and women
responding similarly, and a
distrubing number of people.
The Call of the Mountains
everyone know what kind of
shape they were in. Even
though several people had
gone on Seminars West, and
done quite a bit of hiking,
just about everyone was soon
breathing heavily, with the
exception of Dave Maclnnes,
who lead the way up.
There were several amateur
botanists along the trip,
and they all had plenty of times
to show off their knowledge.
Many unusualy types of
mushrooms, fingi, flowers,
bushes, etc. were seen along
the way. Almost everytime
we went around a bend, there
was soemthing different and
interesting to see.
Although the walk was
pleasant, we were all glad to
get to Magnolia Spring, where
we stopped and rested. Some
of us got a drink of water.
This spring was quite shallow.
As no one had brought
along cups, we had to cup
our hands and take small
mouthfuls of the cool, clear
water. The stop was refresh
ing, and we soon pushed on.
(many "liberals"), quickly
condemning them with no
attempt at all to understand.
What I am talking about is
voluntary, intentional group
segregation that is employed
by many Blacks and women in
their liberation movements. I
cannot pretend to be an insider
of the Black movement, but I
am a feminist and I think I
have an understanding of the
motives of women who have
responded in this way.
For a woman in our society,
who is attempting to liberate
herself from the self-limiting
socialization she has received,
the fact that sexism is ever
present around her could
severely inhibit her success.
Often what is needed is time
in seclusion from men and
women who expect her to
behave in certain ways she
no longer finds satisfying.
She can then sort out just
what her own voice has to
say. The retraining may take
a great deal of time, even if
she does decide to simply
work as a domestic, because
her new attitutdes about
herself and her job are still
likely to be unacceptable to
many people.
An analogy might help. Let
us say you had trained a
mouse to run to a post when
a bell rang. You got tired
of watching it do that, though,
and decided to train it to roll
over instead at the same
signal. It would be non
productive to reward the
Tha Quiifordiait
When we got to The
Devil's Chimney, a group of
small caves, we were definite
ly ready to stop. Some of us
ate lunch, while the rest
of us went exploring. The
view was unbelievable; it
seemed so unreal. The clouds
were wrapped around the
mountains. When you looked
nearby, you saw the sheer,
jagged rock and the trees
and bushes. When you looked
away from the mountain, you
couldn't see anything,
literally no visible object. The
mist made you think of stories
about the edge of the world,
almost like you were above the
universe looking down on
forever. The scene reminded
me of a song, "The Edge of
The Universe." "And as I
look down on forever, well it
must be nice down there. And
they call me Shenendora in
the air." This image was
strengthened when, for a
moment, the mist was broken,
almost as if someone had
pulled aside the curtain. We
could see the farms, roads,
mouse for running to the post
because, of course, the mouse
would then never learn the
new behavior.
Somewhat the same
process seems to be going on
within the boundaries of the 1
American Black movement. In
the backlash of civil rights,
when anti-busing, anti
progressive movements
signalled the end to idealism
about a free American society,
many Blacks called for a
pulling in on itself. They
decided that it was necessary
to arm themselves with self
confidence, and suitable
weapons, like education and
wealth, for mitigating the
strength of the pro-status quo
opposition. As with the
women's movement, it is easy
to See the unpopularity of
such a policy, especially to
do-gooders who rightly feel
rebuffed.
I am not so short-sighted
as to disregard the unfortunate
immediate and long term
affects of voluntary segrega
tion. It does have great power
to sever society if the "rebels"
are not re-integrated into the
social structure. What is
needed, is understanding from
observers and consequently
a re-evaluation of their own
behavior and its repressive
elements. The issues are
loaded with emotion; I can
only hope that there will be
enough communication
between the various groups
such that American cohesion
can be maintained.
and fields, off in a distance.
But as suddenly as it had
come, the scene vanished.
The Devil's Chimney gets its
name from some caves which
have been stained black. The
rock looks like a giant fire
scorched it, or perhaps
someone was climbing around
them who was very, very
hot . . . We could almost
believe that the Devil climbed
around the rocks, leaving
his mark on them forever.
After exploring a bit, almost
getting stuck, and listening
to our Pied Piper, most of
the group went back to the
parking lot to eat lunch. Some
stayed a little longer, and we
saw several Turkey Hawks,
beautiful, strong birds. They
seemed to be able to glide
forever, not moving a muscle.
Phonius Thievers,ll
BY LIZ COLLIER AND ANN SMOOT
But last year, the word of your might
Have stood against the world; now sit you there.
And none so poor to do you justice.
1 0 readers! if I were dispos'd to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Southern Bell wrong
Who, you all know, is a respectable company:
! I will not do them wrong;
1 1 rather choose to wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you.
Then I will wrong such a respectable companion
But here's a felling, with the name of students,
I found here this year, 'tis their frustration.
Let but the public hear this cry,
(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to repeat,)
And they would go and lessen their grief.
And dip their pens into the wells;
Yea, beg for the student's cause.
And writing, mention injustice in their letters.
Naming it, as a death of fairness.
Unto the General Assembly of North Carolina.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all know this injustice: I remember
The Ist time ever Southern Bell tried it;
'Twas on a summer's eve in August;'
That day "rt overcame opposition:-
Look) in this contract exorbitant sums are requested extra.
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They, that have done this deed, are respectable;
What private griefs they have, alas I know not.
That made them do it; they are advised by lawyers,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you,
I come not, friends, to steal away your hoarts;'
I am no contractor, as Souther Bell id:
But, as you know me all, a plain frank person.
That love my briend; and that they know full well
That gave me leave speak of this,
j For I have neither wit, nor works, nor worth,
| Action nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
| To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
II tell you that, which you yourselves do know;
| Show you studenf s checkbooks, poor, poor, bank accounts,
I And bid them speak for me: But were I Southern Bell,
I And Southern Bell I, there were a company
i Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every account of students, that should more
The bricks of Guilford to rise and mutiny.
(Adapted from Julius Caesar III)
September 27,1977
We were checked out by a
group of about five of them,
checking to see if we were
dead or not.
Charles Haworth and Steve
Wright left later than the rest
of the group, and went to
Moore's knob. They had to
walk an extra five or six miles,
"whew," they were heard to
say. They did, however,
finally catch up with the rest
of the people.
After a leisurely lunch, it
was time to go back. We were
tired, but still reluctant to
leave the mountains and go
back to our studies. We
planned to go to Brown
Mountain, the weekend
before Fall Break. Everyone
knew that the call of the
mountains would bring us
back.