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Volume LXIX, Number 92
A 'New Conservatism5 Arises
On American College Campuses
The February 10 issue of Time
magazine features, among other
interesting tidbits, an article in its
section dealing with education en
titled "Campus Conservatives." The
thesis of the story is, quite simply,
that the present-day American
college student is reacting against
the Roosevelt - Truman - Kennedy
leanings of his professors and, very
often, his parents, electing instead
to walk the paths of the "new con
servatism" with Barry Goldwater
and William F. Buckley.
If, as Time seems to suggest, this
movement may become quite im
portant in the political philosophy
of our rising generation, then we
would suggest that we and the na
tion are going to be in for a great
deal of trouble before our time is
up.
The movement seems to be pre
dominantly centered on the cam
puses of Big Ten universities and,
believe it or not, at Harvard and
Yale. In college societies, at lec
ture meetings and debates, in
pamphlets and magazines and in
student "bull sessions" the new
gospel is being fostered, voiced and
perfected to a glittering finish. Con
servatives are rolling off an as
sembly line fashioned after an
automobile production line; they
march into the ranks of society,
shoulder to shoulder.
The youthful conservative is an
odd sort of conglomeration of phi
losophies, prejudices and tenets.
He is not interested in collective
action or in national welfare pro
grams; he is concerned with indi
vidual action and, more basically,
individual aggrandization. His is
the ethos of the dollar bill, the
symbol of individual success.
He is not concerned with society;
he is concerned with himself. He
listens in admiration as Senator
Goldwater mouths the neo-Mc-Carthyistic
platitudes of anti-Communism
and mid-twentieth century
isolationism. He has abandoned the
advances made by the New Deal,
the Fair Deal and the Eisenhower
administration in the direction of
a strong America at home and
abroad. He has substituted the old
Roaring Twenties Republicanism
for the liberalism of the past thirty
years; he cries "Socialism!" when
anyone suggests that America
needs a strong federal government
to meet the vicious challenges that
face her.
This new conservative is not
concerned primarily with the de
velopment of the country; he is
concerned with the perpetration of
the self, at the expense of others
or of the state itself. His is the old
capitalism of material satisfaction,
not the new capitalism of mutual
benefit.
He is the product of an age of
waste, smugness and pampering.
He is used to getting things for
himself because he is a "number
one" an American, superior be
cause of that fact. He is bred on
the folkways not of self-sacrifice
and want but of satiation and
greed; he is the personification of
the twentieth century American.
He listens with pleasure as Sena
tor Goldwater talks of the "Com
munism" engendered on campuses
that do not possess a fraternity
system, and looks to the brother
hoods for real "Americanism"; ig
noring, of course, the discrimina
tion clauses and the snobbishness
and the Victorian initiation rites
and the ludicrous ritual. He nods
with approval as Buckley blasts
central government and the wel
fare state.
America needs to move forward,
to get into the mainstream of a
world that is leaping into a future
beyond our most fantastic, dreams.
She has looked, throughout her
history, to her youth for leader
ship and inspiration. The time has
come for a renewal of the confi
dence that inspired that faith, not
a betrayal.
Halleck & Co. Get Down To Work
A couple of days ago one of the
wire services sent a picture across
its telephoto service that ought to
go down in the books as a classic.
It showed Charles Halleck, minor
ity leader of the House of Repre
sentatives, and Everett Dirkson,
minority leader of the Senate,
chuckling as they contemplated
ways in which to kill the Kennedy
program.
The story running with the pho
tograph talked about .the "con
structive criticism" that the Re
publican minority intends to pro-
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mote, and the two gentlemen in the
picture, meanwhile, shot off blast
after blast at the President.
The Republican minority in both
Senate and House has set out to
do anything but be constructive. It
readily aligned itself with the nar
rowminded Southern Democrat
faction in the Rules Committee
battle, thereby associating itself
with the most backward element
in American politics. It refused to
acknowledge the possibility of any
good in the President's State of the
Union address, preferring to sit on
its hands while the assemblage ap
plauded even though Democrats
had constantly been polite to
D wight Eisenhower when he ad
dressed the legislative branch.
The Republicans in the Senate
and the House are not playing
politics for the good of the nation;
they are playing politics for the
good of the Republican Party. And
nothing could be less desirable at
a time when the nation' is looking
for action, not complacency.
The fact that the rest of Amer
ica wants to move ahead does not
seem to faze the legislative Repub
licans; they are convinced that
Rutherford B. Hayes is President
and that nothing need be done.. We
are looking for a minority party
that is represented by men like
Rockefeller and Javits and Keating
and Case not Dirksen and "good
ole Charlie" Halleck. With this, we
can move forward.
"Chief, I Just Don't Think He's
Ready For The Idea!
Sam W. Howie
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The Best Teacher Is
Thc revolving red light on the
top of the state patrolman's car
glares harshly in your rear-view
mirror as you switch off your
headlights and motor and sit
there, waiting for the worst.
"Would have to get stopped,
with 120 more miles to go," you
mutter to yourself."
"Take your driver's license out
and hand it to me," the patrol
man says in a forceful but even
voice when he walks up to your
window.
"How fast do you think you
were going?" he asks as he looks
over your license.
"Well, it was over 60," you say,
hoping for mercy.
"You were going too fast to
get stopped if you had to do it in
the distance you could see with
your headlights, weren't you?" he
asked.
"Yes, you're probably right,"
you say, as the truth of what he
said hits you. It would have been
impossible, you think.
"Well, what if something or
someone had gotten out in front
of you?" he asked. "You realize
that you would have hit it or
them, no matter how good your
brakes are, don't you?"
"Yes, you're right," you say,
wishing he would quit grinding
home the point he has already
made.
"Well," he says as he looks
your license over, "I'm going to
let you go with a warning this
time, since you've never had a
ticket for anything before, but
Jim Clotfelter
Three Southern Attitudes Toward The Negro Part I
"Black man's got no soul," . . .
"The Negro doesn't want to mix
with white people," . . . "The
Negro wants equal privileges and
opportunities and deserves to
have them."
Three Southerners look at the
same questions does the South
ern Negro want integration and
is integration right and come up
with three radically different an
swers. Which is true? Who is right?
In this column and for the next
two days, three Southern atti
tudes the extreme segregation
ist, the moderate segregationist,
and the integrationist will be
explored and expanded.
Philip Fraley
These columns will not at
tempt to answer any questions
arising from the integration
caused conflict of ideas. They
will attempt merely to report as
impartially as possible the views
of the three Southern types to
ward the Negro and his struggle
for what is termed "equality."
This first column is given over
to the viewpoint of the extreme
segregationist.
He speaks in a full-throated
tone of voice, the words coming
fast upon one another.
"The nigger has too much of
the animal in him. He's no dif
ferent from the tribesmen over
in The Congo. He'd as soon slit
Some Unpopular Reflections On America
(Note: I would like to ex
tend my kindest thanks to
Martin L. Wilson, whose "Let
ter to the Editor" (Feb. 3)
made me sick at my stomach
for three days, and enabled me
to write this article.)
There stands in New York har
bor a statue called Liberty, ma
jestically symbolizing good will,
democracy, and freedom. Over
America's institutions wave the
flag of justice and free-enterprise
which is designed to move its
citizens to song, salute, tears
of pride, and patriotic duty.
Churches ring national praises,
cry out with voices of love, and
certainly leave little doubt that
God is on "our side." Our poli
ticians pledge to keep us free
from tyranny and carry on the
steadfast hope of our founding
fathers. America's presses hum
to the tune of democracy and so
called "free press," and our pa
triotic songs are keyed to the
tuning fork of the red, white and
blue and most certainly sing out
that, "There's a Star Spangled
Heaven for Every Soldier Boy."
And. somewhere in America a
child is born, and he is taken to
school. He learns to pledge the
stars and stripes, for it is the
symbol of his .freedom. He is
quickly taught, through his
church or school, that he is to
hate those who seek to overthrow
that freedom. And then he is
grown, and is given a rifle and
taught to commit legal murder.
He is given a shot in the arm of
patriotic penicillin and told that
he should deem it an honor to
die for his liberty, and if such
should occur, his mother would
be sent a note of governmental
sympathy signed by the presi
dent. The child is a man a full
product of the American propa
ganda machine one hand hold
ing a Bible, the other holding a -
bayonet.
It is perhaps the case that we
Americans have become so ob
sessed with our own sense of
"freedom" that we have, in fact,
enslaved ourselves? It seems to
be the tragic case that this gen
eration of Americans seems to
think itself infallable, truly right
ous, and the sole object of God's
benevolent concern.
It is the attitude of the aver
age American that any action
done under his flag is a thing
done rightously and, therefore,
any whimper of discontent con
cerning said action is immedi
ately termed "subversive," "un
American," or "heresy." How
many Americans " every stopped
to reflect that perhaps the con
dition which confronts us in. Cu
ba might; in fact, be due to our
own political and economic blun
ders, rather than "creeping com
munism?" Is it possible that this
country of democracy could state
that it would rather have a dic
tator like Batista in Cuba rather
than socialistic reform which are,
in fact, raising the standard of
living? (And certainly people who
are poverty stricken care not
what flag flys over their nation
if it feeds them).
And could it possibly be that
this America which advocates
freedom so strongly could sup
port a man like Franco in Spain
just because he allows us to erect
missile bases on his property?
And is it not true that we, in es
sence, choose to support our al
lies rather than the fighters for
independence in Asia and Africa?
Through it all, America seems to
remain with sort of a tongue in
cheek attitude, and often times
is more concerned with how to
blow people up, than with how
to set them free. As much as
our politicians might like to
think, love and murder do not
go hand in hand. They will not
"My kid's not going to school
with a black. The two have got
completely different backgrounds.
The black would hold back the
class. Then there is the question
of social mixing and intermar
riage. "There is social mixing in
school, and social mixing in
school means marriage later on.
This would result in the amal
gamation of the races, and would
destroy the purity of the white
race.
"And another thing ... as far
as sitting beside blacks in a thea
tre or a restaurant I won't ever
do it."
This Southerner discusses some
of the "patriotic" groups which
he feels are aiding in the battle
against integration the white
Citizen's Council, southern Amer
ican Legion posts . . . and he talks
about the white "scalawags" who
are betraying their Southern cul
ture Estes Kefauver, Terry San
ford, Ralph McGill, Hodding
Carter . . . Then the Southerner
concludes:
function together in the same na- The black likes to have things
tional mind without a lethal para-handled for him Hes got no
you open as eat dinner. It's not
even safe to walk down a street
in niggertown one of them's
likely to knife you in the back.
"Just look at them: black as
the ace of spades, ape-like, mean
looking . . . they're not even
clean.
"The nigger hasn't got any
morals he'll do anything! He
steals his white people blind . . .
no integrity." This Southerner
stops to catch his breath. He is
asked about school integration.
"The best nigger isn't as smart
as the worst white. The two races
have different brain power, their
biological setup is different ...
they just can't mix with us.
v sense of responsibility, or ambi-
-iato aennes tne tyrant as tne J tion. He's got to be worked hard
ost miserable of men; because, ? o k
most
among other things, he must live
in constant fear of those under
his government. What is Ameri
ca's tyrant? I shudder to find
America weakened by the very
fact that she seems to live in a
constant fear of domination by
those outside and under her gov
ernment. It perhaps might be
the case that America, in spite
of all her "freedom," is becom
ing her own tyrant.
I fully realize the advantages
which this country has. I know
that in many countries there is
absolutely no freedom of speech
or press. However, let us not
pat ourselves on the back too
much. There is on the horizon
a rising tide of American apathy,
hate, ignorance and mistrust
which will weaken this country's
foundations to the breaking point,
no matter how many tons of
bombs we may. have ready to
un-leash. Our real enemy is not
Russia, our real enemy is our
selves. It is getting to the point
where to speak out for disarma
ment is "communist inspired,"
and peace is a subversive word!
This sort of thing ought to be
sick in anybody's book. We speak
harshly of the fear that existed
in Soviet Russia during the
strong arm tactics of the Stalin
era, yet sit mildly by and ap
plaud our own FBI, our own
counter - intelligence, and our
very own Senator Joe McCarthy
may he rest in peace and rise
no more. The Salem witch hunts
and the Inquisition were a long
time ago, let's keep it that way.
Another McCarthy could bind
this country so in chains that it
would do more damage than all
the so-called "communist enslave
ment" in the world.
to keep him out of trouble.
"Niggers don't want to inte
grate because they like things
the way they are. It's only a
small bunch of rabble-rousers
that is making all the trouble.
The nigger knows his place."
(Tomorrow: the moderate se
gregationist's views.)
don't let me catch you running
that fast at night again."
Whew, that was close, you
think, as he walks back to his
cruiser. He leaves and you pull
away slowly from the shouku r
onto the road.
You drive on now, the inci
dent slipping from your mind.
But you drive slower, or slow
enough so that you could got
stopped in the distance your
lights reach, if you had to.
Further up the road, about an
hour later, you see the red flash
ing lights of patrol cars again.
But these are up ahead and not
behind you.
As you slowly approach the
lights and cars, you think to
yourself: Another poor fool got
caught or some bunch of poor
fools had a wreck or something.
It is a dangerous crossroad that
you know well.
But there is no wreckage as
you pass the scene. Just a few
police cars there with their
lights flashing and a lot of people
standing around talking. Prob
ably some speeders got caught,
you think.
You drive on, quickly forget
ting about that too.
A few days later, you learn
from the papers what had hap
pened at those crossroads that
night. A little Negro boy had
ridden a bicycle out in the road
and had gotten hit. He had been
killed instantly. He had been
killed by a car which was travel
ling too fast to get stopped in the
distance the headlights reached.
That's awful, you think. Then
the patrolman and your getting
stopped and wThat he had said
flash back to you in glaring
technicolor reality. You suddenly
realize that the car which hit the
little Negro boy might have been
yours, if the patrolman hadn't
stopped you and told you what
you were doing.
You suddenly realize that it
might have been you who felt
the little body smack against the
front of your car when you saw
him on the bicycle suddenly
emerge from the faint reaches cf
your headlights and then felt the
tires and brakes biting for a grip
too late and in vain. It might
have been you who saw the little
body go spinning through the
air and land in a grotesque and
angular heap, like a brown and
broken doll.
He had to die anyway, because
there are people like you and the
other guy around who have to be
taught to think behind the wheel
of a car.
You're lucky that it was a pa
trolman who taught you. The
other guy had to have a little
boy teach him.
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Chapel Hill A fter Dark
With Davis B. Yourm
Along with many local citi
zens, we rejoiced with Sunday's
DTH announcement that picket
ing would resume at the local
theatres. It brought to mind a
letter to the editor we received
last year concerning our editorial
endorsement favoring sit-down
strikes in North Carolina restau
rants. In it, the reader castigat
ed our position.
Said he, "I suggest they (south
erners?) stand up for their be
liefs and not just stand by while
some punk from the North tells
us how we should deal with our
problems."
Well, our position hasn't
changed an iota. And since on
March 18 of last year you said
some harsh things about us, we
wonder, sir, if you are on campus
today: Are you still a bigot?
Ingemar Heyman, the Golden
Gloves champion of basketball,
mixed 'em up again on Saturday
night over at Duke. He marred
his otherwise fine performance
36 points with last-second fisti
cuffs. Being an all-around ath
lete, he somehow forgot boxing
was out of season.
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Tomorrow, Terry Sanford pre
sents his budget message to the
General Assembly. As the mata
dor says, this is the moment of
truth. Upon his recommendations
will largely rest the future of this
University for the next two year.-,
quality-wise. We hope his fine
proposals for public education
include that phase of public edu
cation called the state univer
sity. And as for the Valkyries. Fri
day's selection was the best in
our four-year memory. Branch
ing out in choice, the fair maidens
tapped some of the finest young
ladies who in other years might
have been overlooked. Their in
clusion within the rolls makes
the organization both more mean
ingful to those on the inside, and
more respected to those on the
outside.