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September 20; 1966
THE DAILY, TAR HEEL
4I Always Hand Out An Impossible Syllabus. It Scares A Lot Of
Students Out Of The Course.'
Our Opinion . .
Out With H
In With P
There was a time it's called
the horse and buggy days - when
a plain and simple hitching post
in front of the general store was
sufficient to take care of a. town's
Then along came Henry Ford's
delightful invention, and hitching
posts were phased out in favor of
parking meters and on college
campuses parking stickers.
Stickers have come to UNC.
But the problems with our park
ing situation are being solved at
a horse and buggy pace.
It must be realized that this is
the twentieth century; that the
middle class family of today can
easily afford to buy an extra auto
mobile for its college-aged child;
that any college student who can
scrape up a 2.0 quality point av
erage will bring his car to school;
and that he must have a place to
There's more than a small
grain of truth in the statement
that today's youth are getting
soft and spoiled. A little walking
never hurt anyone again true.
However, in a society where
electric beer can openers and gen
uine alagator skin belts are con
sidered absolute necessities, no
one need be surprised when stu
dents gripe about having to park
10 or 15 minutes from where they
And quite a few of the gripes
have a sound basis. Take, for in
stance, the student who lives in
an apartment. He pays $2.50 to
register his automobile half the
regular fee and in return for
this payment he can park his car
anywhere he desires except on
f 'Then there's the commuter stu
qept who, along with hundreds of
non - teaching University staff
members, comes to Bell Tower lot
every morning to rediscover that
100 cars just will not fit in 30 park
Students living the area of up
per and lower quads are not in
such bad shape. They are author
ized to park somewhere relatively
close to their residence halls and
only a few minutes walk from
classroom buildings if they can
find a space.
But what about the students
who live and park on South cam
pus at Morrison, Ehringhaus and
Craig? And those who will be liv
ing in Hinton James Residence
We mentioned the other day
that it rains a lot in Chapel Hill.
In fact, it rained again yesterday.
And in a few weeks the first, hints
of winter weather will begin mak
ing themselves known.
The walk in from the south
campus area can become less
What we seem to be seeking,
then, is unlimited parking space
in the middle of campus. Anyone,
of course, can immediately see
Can you divide 2,000 by 250 and
come out without a fraction?
If you can, Wilson Library
needs your help. The 250 repre
sents the" number of text books on
hand for the required freshman
course in Modern Civiliaztion; 2,
000 stands for the number of stu
dents trying to use the books.
It seems that all the Modern
Civ students have the same read
ing assignments for the same
days. It's a tribute to the Class of
70 that they are reading these as
signments, but it is a headache
for the library.
A line of 25-30 students was on
hand nearly all day Friday, some
students waiting more than an
hour according to a library em
ployee. Perhaps the reading assign
ments could be staggered by class
es, or perhaps more textbooks
could be bought. Otherwise it looks
loke another prosperous year for
the people at Monarch.
that this is impossible. Only so
many cars could be squeezed into
The best alternative would ap
pear to be some sort of high-rise
parking structure. Such a building
project, of course, would be ex
pensive. But everything is these
days. And we believe it could be
paid for in a manner equitable to
The first step would be to in
crease parking fees. Students at
Duke pay $25 per year for the priv
ilege of keeping a car on campus.
Anyone who can afford to operate
an automobile should be able to
afford a similar fee.
A student committee, headed
by Lanny Snuff, last year investi
gated the possibilities of building
a high-rise parking structure and
came up with some interesting
According to their, findings, a
seven story parking garage could
be built in which students could
buy a guaranteed parking space
for a year for $20 or $25. The mon
ey taken in through these parking
fees would pay for the project
over a 10-year period.
Such a building would have to
be constructed at an outer edge
, of the campus, possibly in the
south campus area. ',
Students walking from that
area, whom we mentioned earlier,
need, now, some form of transit
system to bring them into the main
campus area. The need for such a
system is made greater this year
since none of the freshmen living
there can travel into campus on
motor bikes as many did last
This much-needed transit sys
tem could be expanded to take "
care , of persons who park in a
parking garage in that area. r '
Administrative s t udies on
parking have been conducted and
are presently being conducted.
If . the committee handling the
present study hits the nail on the
head and we have faith that
they will do this its recommen
dations may frighten a few peo
ple with all the dollar signs.
But this is a big, and expen
sive problem. It will have to be
dealt with in a big, and expensive
We say it's time for some def
inite action. It's been discussed
When you're out of Schlitz
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Om A . Spring Em
Does the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Com
mittee still deserve the "Non"? Apparently not.
SNCC's agitation is only one of the many causes
behind the recent riots in cities across the country
However, it is even more tragic than the poverty and
social chaos so frequently leading to violence. SNCC s
agitation is more tragic because, unlike the poverty,
it is there through human choice.
And certainly enough unnecessary agitation has:
When DTH columnist Armistead Maupm once .
called SNCC the "Student Non-Coordinated Violent
Committee," he probably said this mainly in jest; but, .;
judging by events in Georgia, Chicago and else
where, Maupin's remarks are far more descriptive;
than he intended them to be.
If broken bones and bayonet wounds aren't enough,,
to reveal SNCC's true nature, one can always turn to
the statements of Stokely Carmichael, SNCC's new
Carmichael, who embarrasses white liberals by
saying he's not a racsit, recently contributed to racial ,
understanding with a vow to "destroy Western civil-.
iaztion . . . Integration is just a trick bag . . . Nothing1
counts but power . . . We (intend) to hook up with
the people of the third world (apparently, the neutral;
nations of Asia and Africa) ...
"We got to start loving ourselves because we arej
black . . . We don't have to lose our blackness to beri"
come equal with the white savages." -
Very inconveniently, these quotes weren't inventVn
ed by vicious reporters connected with the Jackson -(Mississippi)
Clarion-Ledger or the Grenada Sentinel-r
Star; the quotes came from the Associated Pressii
New York bureau, which could not help but comment'"
in a news article:
Frank, who was perched on
the bar, quietly savored his
bourbon and water and watch
ed the bizarre scene in front
of him. There they were, the
three of them again: Sam, Bel
ly Hook and Judge had for
med a line, hanlds flopping ov
er each other's shoulders. '
tonight, and Bel
ly was really in
bad shape. That
he thought. The
juke box in
front of them
played one driv
another, and the three drunks
tried to give animation to each
Belly was the worst; he
was a character. His stocky
build, that had been hard and
firm during his days as a high
school football player, had de
generated. The massive chest
was puffy with flab, and the
stomach, that marvelous bloa
ted 'stomach, blossomed out
round and full as a watermel
lon underneath his rib cage.
Old Belly Hook had to keep
it filled, man. His record of
nearly 70 beers in a two - day '
period at the beach haid yet to
be broken by anyone in the
Belly looked like an albino
cannibal, with short, kinky
hair that was a wierd shade
of white - blonde. The eye
brows, of the same material,
arched above menacing wide
eyes that seemed to pop out
when he was angered. The
nose was broad but slightly
flared at the nostrils. There,
grinning with strong white
teeth in the subterranean ne
on, he looked like Attila the
Hun just before a blood bath.
Sam, whose even nearly -hanidsome
face didn't seem
to quite fit with his thin
frame, tried vainly to calm
Belly when he got too sloppy.
The Judge was something
else. A sawed - off little guy,
his fishy eyes and vitaperative
features made everyone
afraid of him. He looked like
the meanest man in town, and
his curse - ridden, grit voice
added to the image. When
you got to know him, you learn
ed to recognize his half-smile
of quick, cynical glee.
Frank watched as Belly stop
ped his screaming and advan
ced toward him. He eyed
Frank's bottle of Virginia Gen
tleman with a look of pure de
sire. He had a powerful thirst
"Give me a hook," he im
plored in "maudlin tones, pro
nouncing that very slang noun
that now became a part of his -name.
He looked like Mr. Clean
without his earring. "Come on,
give me a hook."
He grasped at the bottle un
successfully. "Beat it, Belly,"
Frank said. "You can hardly
"You better give ,me a
hook," Belly said. He pulled a
ham of fist back and let his
ring protrude. "I'll bust you
in the face. Come on gimme,
gimme. I'm only asking for a
little one. One little hook."
"Hell with you," Frank said,
Belly started to jump up and
dqwn like a gorilla, and de
manded a beer from Judge
which he claimed the Judge
!You know what, Belly
Boy,"rSam broke in. "I think
ypu've had too much to drink.
"I think you're drunk and
disorderly, and you're disturb
ing the peace," he said. "Don't
you think so?"
The Judge nodded his head
in approval. "Yen, you might
"Belly," the Judge continu
ed, "I think we ought to con
vene a little court right now
to try you."
'Damn right," Sam said.
"Mr. Prosecuting Attorney,
bring the defendant to the
dock," the Judge ordered in a
Belly went along with the
"You have been charged by
this court with disturbing the
peace and making a jackass
out of yourself. How do you
plead," the Judge shouted.
"Not guilty," Judge said.
"You look guilty as hell."
"Objection, Your Honor,"
'Out of order," the Judge
responded. "Mr. Prosecuting
Attorney, proceed with your
"Well, Your Honor," Sam be
gan, "on the night of May 2.
the defendant was seen con
suming in excess of ten beers
and making a menace to the
community of himself."
Belly pulled his fist back
and aimed it toward Sam.
"Can I hit him now, Judge,
can I hit him, can I hit him.
Come on, Come on."
"The defendant will be in
order," the Judge shouted.
"It is Jhe decision, of this
court thaT the" defendant is
guilty as charged," he said.
"I'm going to bust you right
in the face," Belly roared
again and shook his fist pug
naciously at the Judge.
"Th3 defendant will be in or
der and get a hold of himself,"
"I sentence the defendant to
chug-a-lug two tall Blues
without coming up for air.
Blly, obviusly delighted with
the sentence, grinned voraci
ously. "All right! Mighty fine ver
"Mr Prosecuting Attorn
ey " the Judge said to Sam.
"It occurs to me that we don't
have the beer to carry out the
"I think we ought to go get
some, Your Honor," Sam sug
"That's a mighty fine idea.
Court adjounred," .Judge
FrFrank watched as they fum
bled over each other going out
the door. In the five minutes
it took for th2m to tear out of
the court and make it back
again with the goods, Frank
drifted out onto the porch
and studied the scenery.
The drunks were outside
and howling, and every five
seconds he would hear an ob
scenity and the popping crash
of a beer bottle against the
cement. Belly Hook, Sam and
the Judge were children com
pared to some of them out
,.v .. there. - f . ,
J -Frank really hated; some ?of
- the neighbors. They should be
fed raw liver in cages, he
thought. It had been one hell
of a weekend, and none of them
had stopped drinking. They
The stale odors of whiskey
and beer seemed to ooze from
the saturated earth to torment
Low overhead, he heard
The bruised and purple
clouds of a gigantic thunder
storm rolled up effortlessly.
Thank God, maybe this will
drive them inside, Frank
Judge car stopped abruptly
in front, and three jumped out,
cans in their arms.
They didn't bother to go in
side, but elected to administer
the punishment on the spot.
Belly Hook opened the mam
moth dark cavity of hps
mouth and poured the first
one down. He loved it.
When he finished the first,
he started to laugh. He jump
ed up in down, ran inside in
to the den, and hopped like a
swag - bellied spider from
couch t ocouch.
"Dammit," Judge scream-,
ed, "You ain't following the
They hauled Belly back to the
porch, whre he collpased like
jello. His shirt and sweater
. had come out of his pants, and
the huge, white balloon of his
stomach set - out like a keg.
He was laughing hysterically.
Judge started to pour beer
down his throat, only half of
which reached the great visce
"Quick," Sam said. "Pour
some in his belly button."
Judge roared with approval
and filled the great navel till
it spilled over the polished,
It had started to rain. Large
plastic drops splashed on t h e
Before they baulled Belly
Hook inside, Sam and Judge
took turns putting out their cig
arettes in his navel.
Frank sat on the steps, fas
cinated with the purity of the
storm. That's it, he thought.
Drive them inside. The shat
tering of glass and the mon
strous oaths diminshed to no
thingness. The drunks, who
had raged like King Lear lost
and blind, on the moors, went
off to bed meekly.
"Go ahead," Frank said to
the rain softly. "Purge t h is
place. Purge it to its very
roots for a change. Make it
- The rain drove and swirled-,
washing the putrid odars away
in a torrent of vengeance and
flinging them into the damna-'
tion of the gutters at the end
of the street.
The bundle of thoughts that 25-year-old Stokely
Carmichael hurled at his listeners also included ah
great deal of love love of black people for them-
selves, their families, their communities, their cul-;
Later the article offered more wisdom from the .
mouth of Carmichael now obviously past the peace
ful, "We shall overcome" days:
"We have to understand that we are going to
build something they are out to destroy. . ... This
country is anti-black and we must be against the
, things they're for,!'A . . ; I
H Perhaps because he feels the -country will destroy
him, Carmichael approves of destroying the country;
discussing looting, he says:
"They're building stores in Cleveland with no win
dows. I don't know what they think they accomplish,
It just means we have to move from Molotov cock
tails to dynamite." -
Notice the word "we" in the above statement, i
That's Carmichael's way of safely informing his au-
dience he favors criminal violence not just the re-,
spectable self-defense type; the statement itself does
not directly say this, but, as Carmichael well knows, t
his audiences interpret it that way. So, for all prac-1
tical purposes, he's applauding looting, as he almost 1
certainly does when whites are not around. t
If you want to accuse Carmichael of double talk,
go ahead; for black power is double talk. Were he
more honest, he might tell the sympathetic white re- f
porters whose ' writings made SNCC influential even
with President Johnson: 1
"Yes I'm working for racial equality. Please
help us elect Negro sheriffs so they can poke you with I
Even if Carmichael somehow doesn't want to be-1
come a black Bull Connor, he still wouldn't mind J
making life tough for people not blessed with black ?
skin; speaking to an audience in Newark, N.J., he I
"There's no reason why you can't have a black
mayor, a black school board, a black city council. ?
Then you can tax hell out of these white businesses I
and get the money you need."
Of course, if Carmichael's admirers ever looted?
enough stores to capture control of a major city, 5
Whitey ' would leave town, taking vital tax revenue,
with him but Carmichael doesn't care, just so the :'
blacks are in control. :,
- Nor does he care whether the blacks know how ::
to deal with complex municipal problems. In Wash-::
mcD',?'' fr mstance a Free D. C. Movement, ::
a SNCC ally, found it couldn't get ignorant Negroes"
to attend its rallies unless they were billed as picnics.;!
In fact, you might almost say Carmichael not only :
doesn t care about people who aren't black, tut also
doesn t care about black people who aren't Stokely :
Carmichael; otherwise, he wouldn't condone the look
ing which deprives some poverty-stricken Negroes of-:
needed jobs. Catering to the whims of rioters who!:
value stolen whiskey more than gainful employment,"
he comes very close to being a true demagogue '
Governor Wallace-style. .
Like Wallace, he has decided that this country1
should suffer to substantiate an arbitrary politicaL
belief m Wallace's case, the belief that democracy :
always means white power; in Carmichael's case,'
the belief that it always means black power '
Come to think of it, it's too bad Stokely isn't'
white like Governor Wallace. Then he could be where
he belongsin the Klan.