Editorials
February 11, 1993
Page 2
Viewpoint
“Give birth again to the dream
The following is North Carolina poet Maya Angelou's inaugural
poem, “A Rock, A River, A Tree." Inspirational words to grow
on for the new world to be won.
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosuj 10 species long since deparied,
Marked the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of iheir sojourn here
On our planei floor,
Any broad alarm of iheir hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully.
Come, you may stand upon my Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow. I will give you no hiding place
down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness.
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.
The Rock cries out to us today, you may stand upon me.
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world
A River sings a beautiful song.
It says, comc, rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered counuy,
Delicate and su~angely made, proud.
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today 1 call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,
Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the rock were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.
The River sang and sings on.
There Is a true yearning to respond to the singing River and the
wise Rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African, the Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
See Angelou, Page 6
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Sneed for trustee
Young political genius guns for Board opening
“Under the Charter of Elon
College, a member of the Senior
Class will be elected to the Board
of Trustees to begin a two-year
term on June I, 1993."
- from a memorandum
from Fred Young to the members
of the graduating class of 1993.
“It's time for the
Administration to eat from the
Reality Sandwich... I'll shake
'em down tike a Detroit cop."
• Orvis Sneed, III, Board
member candidate
I want to address this column,
in large, to the seniors at Elon,
but also to everyone else who
attends, or is associated with the
school.
Normally. I don’t do
endorsemenu, but there are times
when convention must be damned.
We find our school in a state
of disrepair, literally and
figuratively. And in these
expansion-happy times I fear that
something is being lost, namely,
the human touch that used to
dwell here is being built out of
the school. Consider, in 1988,
Jack
Duval
when 1 was a freshman: people
said “hi” when you passed them
on campus, almost all parties were
open, sporting events were packed,
and the president lived right next
to the campus (in what is now the
Holland House).
Things have changed.
SAT scores have gone up,
tuition has gone up, 18 million
dollars was raised for a project
which is doomed to be over
budget, and the president has
moved to the country club.
Which brings me to my
endorsement
Orivis Sneed, III is the man
for the Board of Trustees position.
A more outstanding scholar
you won’t find. He has a 4.0
GPA, three majors, two minors,
and every honor the school can
bestow upon a student. He is
active in 48 out of the 100 odd
organizations at school, and has
interned with the State
Department, the Dallas Cowboys,
the New York Stock Exchange,
and the DEA.
He originally attended Duke
University on a full, four year
Morehead Scholarship, but, after a
long court battle, was expelled for
an unfortunate three-day streaking
spree resulting from the mistaken
intake of his roommate’s wart
remover.
I have personally been an
acquaintance of Sneed since my
first semester, during which we
both lived on the first floor of
Sloan, and can vouch for his
ability and (besides his unnatural
attachment to the game of golf and
a few minor quirks, which, for
lack of space, cannot be elaborated
upon) his sanity.
These facts, combined with
an extensive review of the
nominees (all 209 of them) have
convinced me that Sneed is th^
only one eligible with the
faculties to man such a demanding
post.
■ See Sneed page 3