Page 2 The Carolina Journal. October 8,1969
Editorial
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On Friday’s Statement
For several days last week one of the primary topics of
conversation on campus was President Friday’s statcinent
concerning the Viet Nam Moratorium on October 15.
The Particular section of the statement which was being
discussed was those few sentences at the end which politely
explained to professors that they would be in class on
October 15.
There are two basic considerations in this issue: (1) the
two-faced attitude of an administration which approves the
dismissal of classes for events of the paramount importance
of a Harry Golden Day or a seminar sponsored by the State
Department but will not openly approve of an exercise in
participatory democracy and, (2) the question of delineating
exactly what the educational process is. Is it or is it not
strictly classroom work?
We feel that this statement is at least as dangerous as the
notorious Speaker Ban Law because it is a regulatory
statement with the same type of intent. Unfortunately, this
statement can not wholly be blamed on the State Legislature.
It is sad that such a statement comes from the University
itself.
We believe that the Board of Trustees, or at least the
Executive Committee of the Board of Trustees, and President
Friday are placing the emphasis in the wrong place.
Certainly we do not condone the violent disruption ot mis
University or of any University. This is, undoubtedly, the
worry with which the Board of Trustees was dealing. This is a
natural worry for men and women in their position, however,
sensible restrictions were over stepped in last week’s
statement.
If a man is hired to teach in the Greater University system,
then the ruling elements of this institution should have faith
in his ability to decide what and when his class is to be
taught. And this is generally done. Why not in this specific
instance
We understand the difficulties contained in suspending
University functions for a day. After all, we were among
those who complained most vociferously last year when the
University closed its doors because of General Eisenhower’s
death.
What we are saying, and we are saying it emphatically, is
that whether or not classes are held is a matter between a
professor and his students. It is not something which should
be legislated by the Board of Trustees. It is the principle
behind the statement which concerns us.
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Letters
AAUP
Studies
Policy
Dear Editor:
Two committees of the UNC-C
Chapter of the American
Association of University
Professors (AAUP) are taking a
close look at the definition of
disruptive conduct and of the
procedures to deal with it adopted
on September 12, 1969, by the
Executive Committee of the
Board of Trustees of the
Consolidated University.
Specifically, Committee A. (Dr.
Sherman Burson, Chairman, Dr.
Joseph Slechta, Dr. Terrill Mayes)
is focusing upon the potential
impact of the above actions upon
the faculty, and Committee S (Dr.
James Matthews, Chairman, Mr.
Verne Ploger, Mr. Walter Roth) is
concentrating upon the place of
the students under the new
regulations.
These committees face a
difficult task. They must work
quickly, because the local Chapter
hopes to complete its work at
least one week before the October
27 meeting of the full Board of
Trustees. They are also dealing
with a delicate subject, a matter in
vdiich many constituencies, both
within and outside of UNC-C, are
vitally interested.
Dan L. Morrill, President
UNC-C Chapter, AAUP
Sherman Burson, Chairman
Committee A
James Matthews, Chairman
Committee S
Ojf The Top
By Howard L. Pearre
Stationed with the Army in Okinawa, I had the opportunity to get
to know a lot of guys who had been messed up by the war in Viet Nam.
I was widi the Seventh Psychological Operations Group;far enough
away from Viet Nam to make our being required to clean our weapons
laugjiable.
One of the jobs was producing and packing massive quantities of
leaflets to be’dropped on North Korea and Viet Nam. This was no easy
task for a few guys, so we asked for help. We got fifteen Medical
Evacuees from Viet Nam.
Phillips’ left wrist was in bad shape. All of the guys in his patrol had
managed to inadvertently walk over a land mine with no explosion.
Phillips was not so fortunate. The explosion had rendered his left hand
useless. He was really luckier than one miglit think at first.
Mason, an SP5 from Philadelphia, considered the war a good way to
make rank. He had the habit of picking little pieces of shrapnel from his
riglrt thigli. One day, he yelled at everybody that he had found a whole
round in the fleshy part of his hip. “Dig it!” he exclaimed.
A guy named Newman and I went to the beach one day. Some of
the Okinawans there had the habit of setting off firecrackers to pass the
time. I immediately recognized the sharp noises as firecrackers and
nothing else. However, Newman sprawled himself flat on the ground
and shook like a leaf. He apologized and explained that his reaction was
the normal reaction for any infantryman who wanted to live long
enouglit to go home. Newman had mistaken the firecrackers for rifle
fire.
I met Scott while stationed in Thailand. Sober, Scott was an O.K.
guy who would calmly tell you how he had been responsible for a
buddy’s death. He and a group of GI’s were on patrol one night when
they ran into an ambush. Most of the guys made it to a ditch along side
the road. Scott’s buddy didn’t make it. He had been hit. Scott crawled
back onto the road andreached the still live body. As he inched back
toward the ditch, he had a choice to make. He could take one of two
things with him: his weapon or his buddy. Scott would draw back one
length with his weapon. Then he reached and pulled his buddy along
the road with the same hand. Just as he was about to reach back and
msp his buddy’s wrist, the enemy opened up again on his position.
Grabbing his rifle, he made it back to the ditch. As the enemy tracers
illuminated the area, Scott caught a glimpse of his buddy. He was
squirming and flailing his arms in a futile attempt to beat off the deadly
projectiles. Scott had chosen weapon over man.
Scott tells the story calmly. His palms get wet and he shakes just a
little. When Scott gets drunk, he remembers that night on the road and
in the ditch. He remembers that it was the gooks (anybody with slanted
eyes) who had killed his buddy. “Those gooks killed him. Those gooks
Mled ...” Someday, Scott’s going to have a knife in his pocket or a gun
on his hip, and he’ll remember the gooks. Scott wants to be a cop.
Is Peace Our Goal?
Dear Editor,
The thousands that have died;
wiiat a waste! And all of the
blood and destroyed lives of those
who fought, they were told that it
was a just war. Imagine, a just
war. They were deluded and led
to their deaths by a few old men
in Washington. They fought so
valiantly, even ruthlessly to
impose their beliefs on another
area, totally different from all
that they had known. The death
of thousands of young men
cannot be reconciled, the guilt
must rest with those who
maliciously pushed the war into
the lives of so many young men.
How can this go on when we
all know that nothing is more
immoral than war. But still they
will fight, and what will change.
As the bodies are sent back to the
families that mourn them, what
can change. Of course, they all get
the traditional letter from the
President or some bureaucrat, and
their friends will all tell the
mourners how fine a young man
he was before Washington sent him
to his death in a useless war
contrived by the military-indus
trial complex. Is our set of beliefs
so perfect as to kill others who
disagree with us? But the deaths
increase week after week. And the
names of the places where they
die form the headlines.
Chancellorsville, Chicamauga, Bull
Run, Gettysburg, Vicksburg,
Atlanta, Richmond. All the
dreams of all the young men of
freedom from the inhumanity of
slavery. Is slavery worse than war?
Of course not. Let them pick
cotton and say, “yes, master”
Peace, Peace, Peace.
Ed Stone
Peace Needs
No Chance
Dear Editor,
The editorial by Mr. Clay
Owen in the October 15, 1969
edition of the Carolina Journal
was a very good one; but one with
which I totily disagree.
The theme was “Give Peace A
Chance.” To Mr. Owen, I must
report that we have given Peace a
Chance. We have been sitting in
Paris for months waiting for
Hanoi to make a move, any move,
to show us that they too want
Peace. They have done nothing
but spit insults and demand that
we remove our troops from
Southeast Asia. When will they
remove their troops from South
Vietnam?
Mr. Owen further reports that
a token number of 25,000 troops
has been withdrawn, with the
promise of 35,000 more to be
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