October 20, 1971
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handshakes to give the sisters and
brothers, but as he stuck out his hand,
the brother with the shovel cut it off.
“You didn’t help us when we
needed you, but now you want to
come in and unify with us. You found
every way in the book to keep from
helping us before. You even stooped
so low as to confuse the other
brothers. You played long and hard
iird you had a good time while the
rest of us were struggling. You even
took money from the same man you
told everybody you hated so much. In
fact, not only did you not help us, but
you helped the enemy who was trying
to kill us all. You’re not even a black
man; You are a traitor. And this is
only one way to deal with traitors.
As he said that, all of the brothers
and sisters who had shovels raided
them to strike the traitor. When he
saw this, the traitor began to back
away. Just as he turned to run, he hit
smack into the big rock that they had
just moved. As he fell to the ground,
the ground creaked andthe rock
shifted, pinning him to the ground.
“Help, help’ help’ he cried.
But the brothers and sisters swung
their shovels over their shoulders and
began to walk away. As it began to ge*
dark, there was no one to hear the
-cries for help.
The others had some more rocks
to move that night.
CHAPEL HILL BLACK DAYS
by Larry Mixon
Walking up the wa}k-way I came
upon the unholy sight of an Oreo-- I
mean a real through and through Oreo.
He was coming down the walk-way
straight towards me, surrounded (and I
might add outwardly fascinated) by
whites. He casually looks in my
direction, and suddenly teels the real
need of looking the other way at some
God-damn birds. Undaunted, I decided
to create a minor confrontation. I
switched over to the same side he was
on, so as to put him straight ahead of
me. Next, I poUtely and of course
friendly said “Whats happening
Brother.” 0-o-o-oh, have I never seen
such a clasic Oreo. Not a word did his
lips utter. He quickly assumed a
totally embarrassed look. —Were his
ears deceiving him? In my mind, I
could just hear an affected southern
drawl yelling “Nigger”. Never in a
million years could God Almighty
above have come up with a worse
horror than him. Now I profess to
believe in Black solidarity, and
benevolence towards my Black
Brothers. But this was one time I
really wanted to whip some ass!
Yet, later I thought, am I an
Oreo? Her’e I am on this
mother-fucking white campus -
identifying with some white washed
Tarheel; watchingwith a troop of
white friends myself; assimilating alien
tastes-lasagna, Beatles, white fashions,
indeed, white erudition! Not once
have I ventured into the Black world
of Carroboro, and whats more, don’t
really want to. Am I Black? Have I
retained my soul?
ABSTRACT THOUGHTS OF A BROTHER
Me being me. Black proud, and
determined to be free. Will fight to the
death if need be, Until a brighter day
for my brothers and sisters I see.
As a Black man I stand among the few,
Like a Black grain of sand on the white
beach. As a Black man I live from day
to day. Paying the price of life, In
blood, sweat and tears.
As a militant, I must be ready to fight
And die for liberation. But then I
might die anyway. Just
Because I’m Black.
by Herman Mixon
Recently, lames Residence
College inacted a social policy on
September 11, 1971 restricting the
social functions of the inhabitants of
the dorm from having social functions
with a significant number of off
campus visitors or residents of other
This policy is directed chiefiy
against blacks on the campus, for
blacks were the only ones on South
Campus utilizing the social rooms for
social functions attracting blacks from
other dorms and blacks from
The BSM officially protest this
policy of James as being
discriminatory and racist in sentiment.
Currently, the only way black students
can get together is through giving one
week notice in writing and giving
specfic instruction as to how the
affair will be conducted.
Black students are not typical
UNC students and such affairs as
beer-blasts, poetry reading sessions and
folk singing do not appeal to the broad
black masses. Since black students are
not allowed to live together, it is
impossible to avoid having a social
function without inviting off-campus
and blacks from other dorms.
Therefore, Blacks at UNC had
previously held such functions at
James Residence Halls owing to the
attractive set-up of the high percentage
of Blacks residing there and the
available dorm space for social
The BSM was not consulted on
this policy, nor were Black students
residing in James given voice as to
their wishes. (This poHcy also is in
effect for Morrison).
Since Blacks do not perti-
cipate in typical functions of
dorm-Ufe, it is not too much
to ask to allow the continued
use of the socialo rooms for
infrequent and informal gather
ing places for Black borthers
andssisters on weekends.
Therefore, the BSM goes on
record officially opposing the written
policy of James (and Morrison) and
intend to present this statement of
protest to the officials of James and
appropriate University officials. It is
hoped, nay, expected that something
will come out of this coril'rontution
and this latest inlVingemcnt upon
Blacks upon tiiis campus be
To the crackers. I’m just a spoon full
Of chittlings on their steak plate. And
when the revolution come. I’ll surprise
them, And for once they’ll be late. I
must be like Nimrod, the might hunter,
Before the Eternal, like the mighty
oak in a storm of danger, With pressure
from the wind, I must not bend.
But always in pain as my darker than
blue Heart melts at the sight of coons.
Niggers toms, and colored people.
The pain stoos as I partake of the oil
■And I wald that walk. And talk the
talk Of the third world.
Flying high in the friendly skies,
Without ever leaving the ground Hard
times come and go.
As the streets become crowded with
People who wear afros. And yet have
Grey people, grey people everywhere.
But they must know, I don’t care!
Grey people, grey people come and go.
But you won’t bullshit me no more.
Black people listen; but don’t hear.
Black people touch? but don’t feel.
Black leaders speak; but don’t rap.
‘bout heaven; but no one prays.
Everybody’s talking ‘bout getting
dovra; but no one will lay. People say
if there’s heU below, we’re all going to
go; But how do they know?
Black people. Black people,
we must get right.
It’s time to get our function tight,
When it ail breaks out,
you’ll still die in the tight,
No questions will be asKea,
I hope you don’t die eating chicken,
sittining on your ass.
TODAY JAMES, TOMORROW,