Ignorance Shows Itself
Approximately forty-eight hours ago, the words, “Where is my
$25.00 you Jew?” appeared on the wall”. Everyone at St. An
drews is familiar with “the wall”-that f«w sauare feet oLhnck
where students can let off steam by spr^ painting messages to
faculty, administration or fellow stuaents. These messages are
sometimes humorous, sometimes cryptic, and sometimes just
But this new message falls into none of those categories, ii is, to
say the least, tasteless and offensive, and to say the most, vicious,
bigoted, and cruel; a moral outrage completely repugant to the
ideals of Christian charity, liberal learning, and pluralism, which
this college espouses. It reeks of ignorance and hatred.
Fellow students who saw this liberal^made comment to the ef-
feet of, “It’s bad, but there will be people like that wherever you
go. -Don’t worry about it too much.” No one “worried about” the
exploitation of the Indian people in their own country until Gandhi
spoke out. No one “worried about” the deagradation of blacks in
the American South until Martin Luther King, Jr. led the civil
rights marches. Someone must “wony about” hatred and pre
judice now. But no one “worried about” the Nazis and other “peo
ple like that” in Germany in the 1930’s and ’40’s. Six million Jews
died. Happy Passover.
By Neil Leslie
I wrote my friend, Sandra
Bemardez, a letter recently.
She is a 21 year old woman who
lives in Dansrisa, Belize. She is
studying to be a nurse at the
town “hospital.” As I wrote, I
was shocked to realize how
removed I am from her reality.
I remember how strange I
felt asking her to help me pick
out a straw at the the
“sidewalk” . vendor. I
remember when she asked
to buy ehr a soda. Ana wnen she
walked with me back to the
motel so I might give her a few
dollars for monthly necessities.
I felt cheated. And I felt guilty
for the life I lead.
Her life consists of setting
what money she can from the
occasional tourists who wander
through Dansrisa on their way
to ancient Mayan ruins or out to
the barrier reef offshore. Her
training income pays for food
for her three younger siblinss.
My life revolves around in
tellectual pursuits, tennis on
Thursday, swimming laps, and
discarding not quite perfect
food. It seems so meaningless
She ^eams about the United
States. The only North
Americans she has ever met
have been those like myself,
who could afford to trav^ that
far to study marine eqaiSgy.
And she knows by mv Stature
that we have too mudi to eat.
And I’m sure that she laughs
inside about my priorities when
hers are survival and hap
By Emily Kennedy
77/e Lf)he UpiSJiT
Modem reality is the existence of a capitalistic
nation whose telos is to consume resources at ever-growing rates.
Modem reality is the realization that these resources
being consumed so quickly are very limited.
Modem reality is the realization of a population explosion
which threatens to starve most of the third world in as soon as
Modem reality is fear because of these realizations.
Modem reality is the norm that war is the legitimate
expression of this fear.
Modem reality is the use of nuclear arms as an expression
Can we tolerate rnodern reality as an expression of
Of course not. Our only hope lies in the realization that
we all live on this planet together and we must cooperate
IN THE CAREFUL USE OF ITS RESOURCES. But as long as
Modern reality remains to be the existence of a
capitalistic nation whose telos it is to consume resources
at ever-growing rates, I don't see how we can avoid
Modem reality as an expression of nuclear arms.
April 26, 1985