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J amis Alexander, Features Editor
Tom Moose, i4rrj Editor
SCOTT SHASPE, Photography Editor
Ann Petess, Weekender Editor
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A nearly 50-year-old novel has been causing quite a stir among the
folks in Iredell County lately. About three months ago a local parent
informed the county school system that he didn't want his 15-year-old
daughter reading Aldous Huxley's Brave New World in her English class.
The school system has a policy that if a parent or student objects to
a book used in one of its schools, the book may be removed from
classrooms and shelves until the school board can make a ruling on it.
The school board recently ruled the book was acceptable, so it's back
on school shelves; in fact, the novel that describes the decadence of a
futuristic society has generated so much publicity that local people
have bought up every copy in the county to find out what all the fuss
was about. But the debate over book censorship isn't over yet.
The Iredell County School Board will meet next month to revise the
county's current policy of pulling books off school shelves when
parents or students object to them. Area members of the Moral
Majority already have vowed to oppose the revisions. They'd like
citizens to have the power to censor what their children read.
The people of Iredell County are by no means the only Americans
who would like to have control over what gets read by whom. The
American Library Association reported recently that public pressure
to censor the goods of public libraries has resulted in an upsurge of
from three to five instances of censorship per week in 1979 to that
same number per day in 19C0. Though many times books are banned
because they are deemed obscene, there have been cases of bannings
on the grounds books contained racist or anti-Semitic material. But
though the rationale for censorship may vary, it is rarely justifiable.
The people who are so excited about keeping certain kinds of
material out of the schools and off library shelves might be wise to
take some advice from John Milton. He was talking about the banning
of literature in 17th-century England when he wrote about censorship,
but his words are just as applicable today: "They are not skillful con
sidered of human things who imagine to remove sin by removing the
matter of sin."
tie one that got away
There's something about fishing that makes it more therapeutic for
some people than all the psychiatrists in the world. Many a man has
been known to fish while ruminating about his or the world's future.
With his last days in office approaching and after his farewell
speech Wednesday night, it does hot seem inappropriate to talk about
fishing and President Jimmy Carter. Without dwelling on the specifics
of his four-year term, few could disagree that as a thinker and molder:
of world opinion, Carter was a fisherman president.
Ernest Hemingway wrote a short story about Nick Adams trying to
return to society after a war by going through the motions of fishing.
It can be done while the problems one faces flow through the brain
and give way to rushing water and spaceless staring. It is a time for
private thoughts, a time for solitude and quiet.
President Carter was a loner of sorts who went about the business of
being president without always weighing the costs and benefits of his
actions runtil election time when he went about the political business
of courting various special interest groups.
Still, he earned the respect of many for bucking the traditional party
line, and in 1976 his was a great catch. In 1980 he lost to another loner
of sortsa cowboy perhaps and came away empty-handed. No
doubt, he is wiser in some ways for his losing experience, but as he
enters his last days and starts his move back into an unfamiliar world,
his net must seem all too light and painfully bare.
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Editor's note: The Black American
Law Students Association, Rally for
Justice Committee, the Student Bar
Association and Black Student
Movement . collectively submitted
this essay in conjunction with the
late' Martin Luther King Jr. 's birth- -day,
which is today.
Martin Luther King Jr. was kill
ed by an assassin's bullet on April
4, 1968, but what of his dreams:
that all people one day would be
recognized without regard to race,
color, creed or national origin;
that respect would be afforded
without reference to arbitrary,
unrelated classifications; and that
peace and freedom would prevail
throughout the land? Are we to
hold the gun over these? Are
future generations to be robbed of
the model of integrity that peace
fully gathered tens of thousands at
the seat of government, that
humbly accepted national and in
ternational attention? Are we to
render into obscurity America's
first Nobel Peace Prize winner?
Are we to bury the dreams of the
dreamer who unselfishly gave his
life to a peaceful mission?
No. The dream must not die.
We must ensure that our memory
of, this extraordinary man does
not wane.
Just as our past victories should
be looked upon to inspire us, our
past failures and inadequacies
should be looked upon to motivate
us.
Martin Luther King Jr.'s life
symbolized a great victory for all
people. He brought our nation
closer to realizing the great vision
embodied in the spirit of our con
stitution, that of equality and
dignity for ail people. But his
death symbolized a fundamental
failure. We as a nation, failed then
to reach the ideal of equality, as
evidenced by his tragic murder.
Today, our ghettos, the increased
activity of racist groups, racially
motivated murders and institu
tionalized judicial racism all make
it painfully obvious that, 12 years
after his death, we have not yet at
tained King's dream. This is why
we must remember him. )
Imagine society in 1981 without
the influence of King, and we
know that his birth must be recog
t nized, remembered and celebrated.
Our children and our children's
children must know of this man's
life, a life which had a tremendous
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live.
We must preserve the memory
of this extraordinary man. We
must ensure that his dream will
continue to serve both as a
reminder of how much further we
must progress and as an inspira
tion for a continued struggle to
create a nation which recognizes
the dignity and worth of all
peoples.
Martin Luther King Jr., as a
symbol of our collective successes
and failures in the area of racial
equality, should be etched into the
memories of all Americans. To
day, the anniversary of his birth,
should be recognized as a national
holiday. '
In conjunction with the national
movement to designate Jan. 15 a
national holiday, we ask that The
University of North Carolina
recognize today as a holiday.
letters to the editor
pmrm group meemQ Quppowi
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To the editor:
The Association of Apartment Dwellers,
representing the interests of students
who reside in apartments in Chapel Hill
and Carrboro, has been an active organ
ization for several years. The AAD last
spring worked closely with Student
Government and with SCAU in sponsor
ing the seminars for students closed out
of campus housing. AAD was instru
mental in persuading the Chapel Hill
Planning Board to modify its proposed
definition of "family" in the new zoning
ordinance. That definition would have
adversely affected apartment dwellers by
limiting the numbers of single tenants
allowed in an apartment unit. These and
other activities undertaken by AAD
offered to students the chance to partici
pate in varied ways while making certain
the interests of apartment dwellers were
not lost in the shuffle that surrounds the
housing situation in Chapel Hill and on
campus.
Most of the active members of AAD
graduated last May, leaving an effective
and worthwhile organization with no
leadership. Efforts are being made to
ensure the survival of AAD. Anyone
interested in the concerns represented by
AAD in the past or pertinent concerns in
the present should contact me in the
Siudent Government offices in Suite C
of the Carolina Union. Opportunities
. for leadership are open to such interested
people. Student Government should be
separate from AAD; therefore, interested
persons may remold the organization
without absolute direction from Suite C.
AAD deserves a spot in the list of
campus organizations. Without AAD, a
potentially strong representative voice of
students is lost. joni Walser
Housing director
Student Government
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Stereotypes deplored
I would like to respond to "Reverse
Discrimination" (DTH, Dec. 4, 1980). It
seems to me that there is more to this
issue than discrimination. Considering
myself a feminist, and I use the word
with caution, I believe that equal rights
must include the drafting of women and
placing them in combat units. 1 deplore
the continuation of sexual stereotypes in
all shapes and forms.
It is no worse for a woman to be killed
in combat than it is for a man. Will we
never reject the stereotype of a woman
who is "cuddly and soft?" Will we never
reject the stereotype of a man who is
aggressive and violent? I can only hope
that the Supreme Court, in its future
decisions concerning the drafting of
women, will not stereotype me is the
one to go out and kill other people.
David John, Turschmar.n
Carrboro
, 957-6249
For the record
Malta Mari castts Uier sednacttive' spell
Due to incorrect information given to The Daily Tar Heel, the DTH
wrongly reported in an editorial Wednesday that 23 seats would be
open cn the Campus Governing Council in the Feb. 10 election. Although
thj CGC hzs 23 districts, three have more than one representative, so 27
representatives will be elected to the CGC. The DTH regrets the error.
TI12 Bottom Line
' Most of the time you have to go
out end look for a cood high. But
scrnetur.es it ccrr.ts to you.
Robert Danta of Fcrt Lauderdale,
Fh., was in bed early Thursday
ir.ornir.3 when something jolted his
rnoj bcrne. Vlisn Cata vcnt to
look at what happened. 'he found
the r err. dins cf a IOC-pound bale of
marijuana in his living ream and a
h j;.e hole in his roof.
Authorities tzld the marijuana
as a p!!ct attempted to elude United
c.iC rotincl lit t'-iCS sc&ittcrcd tn
the IS mites . between Pembroke
Pines er.J Port Evcrr'ades.
"Uhink ih:s vhc!e thins is pretty
stup:dtM Hanta said. MIts touh
cr.auch living near an airpcrt.
Frpeeia!! v.hen there's ICX) pounds
cf rr.2rijuar.3 tluiv.z cn your living
ream f.ocr ar.d you jutt ran out cf
A v.'r!r.h!3 in '.r.:j
The malers cf ';..n Heu:en shifts
have recently rernnteJ in various
mar tela es z: aJ vU!i PreUJent
c ret Vs-M rf'n n th"t frl ran in
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Reagan sporting a Van Heusen shirt
with its new "revolutionary' collar.
Opposite the old ad is a short salute
to the President-elect from the Van
Heusen Company. "The wonderful
thinj about America is that sooner
or later, everyone's dream can ccme
true the ad says.
The ad, which typically costs
about $35,000, was not used in a
commercial manner, and was
strictly used to congratulate
Reanan, officials from Van Heusen
said.
The c!i ad features Reason in a
variety of pcees testing to see if his
cellar will wrinkle, "You can twist it
... You can bend it,
reads, whieh reminds us cf the way
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Later the ad tc.!s the caae inv h-eh
the shirts can te launirred. "Your
wife just irons the cellar Hat, flips it
and it fc'.Jj neatly, perfectly.
We're &ure that males Nancy happy.
The fc!r.:e$t selling point cf the
shift Is t!at "fevc!utinnary" cc.'.: r.
"The revolutionary collar cn Van
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By GEORGE SHADROUI
Jerry was the kind of guy who never cared much for
the late-night scene. Bars made him feel alone, even
when they were crowded and loud. Occasionally a close
friend sought a little company, but usually after an
hour or so Jerry would be bored. The fast lane life of
bar-hopping just didn't have the same attraction it did
on those television commercials where people knew
each other's names and life was a Miller ... Light.
Jerry would watch Joe Studbola making eyes with
the women and groovin to the music even when
there wasn't any music. Myron Whizoski pounded
away on the various games in the joint. Of course,
there was Harry Gulpsmith, who always managed to
drink more beer than any ether two people in the bar.
It happened that Jerry came back to school before
the rest of the student! one semester. It was a cold
Saturday niaht, one of the coldest in memory, and his
house was heated only by a woodstove and the steam
from the bathroom shower. It was the kind of nlaht
when a clean and weU-Hahted place was needed. So
Jerry called a few close friends and they made their way
to the local bar.
It all went well &i first. Jerry and his friends got a few
strar.se stares when talking about the implications cf
sin. Every once in a while Dobie Tripper wou!4 shun
Into their chairs and spill his beer on Jerry's brand new
white hiah top tenr.ls shoes. Still, it was bearable, for a
while.
The conversation soon turned frees sin to rurza ar.4
Jerry bed good reason for avcldies the teple. so he
made his way over to the pintail maehir.es where
Myron was racking up free game after free fame
wiir.out ever movir.j any part cf his body cteept hit
index fibers. His index finders were l'a ctv.au ly
over developed frcra ever me. Myron were Vz f'.a'.:s
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Jerry had never liked pinball, but during the previous
semester's exams he had started playing to rid himself
of nervous anxiety. And, when he'd get bored at local
bars, he'd meander over to a pinball machine and put a
quarter in and play. He almost never won.
On this, the coldest of all nights, Jerry had ajain
been lured by the bright lights and the almost sexual,
hypnotic aura that surrounded the pinball machines.
Joe Studbola, Myron Whizoski and Dobie Tripper
were all playing. Only the dreaded Mata I lari game was
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He just watched and listened to the others.
"Yea, baby, yea, Joe Studbola yelled. "Come on,
baby, yea, come on. Do Joe riht, yea!" .
Dobie Tripper sounded the same, but he didn't talk
with the same confidence'. "Damn, now, you better do
it. Come on, now. I know I can beat this thing. Hit it.
Hit it. Get in there. Damn!"
The only sound coming from Myron's machine was
the clicking and dankinj, spitting and sputfxring of a
machine that could barely count the points as fast as
Myron scored them.
Each cf them reacted differently to losing a ball. Joe
would ihm his hands on the machine violently and
cuss. "I ley Joe, take it ea-y," someone would say. Joe
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cooly, "Don't worry little buddy, this baby was built to
take it." Joe was super-macho. .
Dobie would throw his hands up in the air and grab
for a beer angrily, only to knock it over. "Hey Dobie,
someone said. "Watch what you're doing. Dctle
responded by picking up the end of the machine tr.d
dropping it until a free game registered.
Myron just stared down at the lights, scoring points.
When a ball finally "went home" he looked up coldly
and curled his lip in an evil sneer.
Jerry watched it all fascinated. Cut soon, he too
became hypnotized in the pinball world. He hardly
noticed the others as he played. He just kept putting Sa
quarter after quarter, trying to win a free fame. His
palms started to sweat. He pounded the machine once
when he fell short of a free game by a mere 25,000
points. He wasn't sure but he thought he saw Mata
wink at him.
He was lost in the briaht, blinking, neon, chrome
colored world of pintail mania. He could no loader
separate that seductive, cUcr-ive world from the real
world. Finally, Brian,- a friend to be sure, grabbed him,
shook him and tcld him to snp cut cf it.
"What happened," Jerry muttered in a daae.
"You were almost a goner," Erbn said.
"What?"
"A goner, like Sttidbcla, WhUodi and Tripper
"And you got here joa-t in time ..."
"That's rlaht," Drian :M, ai the uo cf th-m made
their way back to the lit! where sin cnae r;:ln zi a
tapi: cf disunion. "I saved ou, to buy me a fceeT
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