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'/The Daily Tar Heel/Thursday, July 29,1993
Established in 1893
A century of editorial freedom
Kelly Ryan, Associate Editor
Leah Campbell, Arts and Features Editor
John C. Manuel, Sports Editor
Debbie Stengel, Photography Editor
Tammy Grubb, Copy Desk Editor
The UNC Board of Trustees took a giant step in the
right direction Friday—but it tripped along the way.
The board approved a free-standing Sonja Haynes
Stone Black Cultural Center in the middle of cam
pus. Although the site chosen for the center was not
the one BCC advocates wanted, but one across the
street from it, the BCC still will be located in a central
location. Most importantly, it will be a free-standing
center, named after a respected black professor, that
will benefit the entire student body as an academic
center for African and African-American studies.
But regardless of the outcome of the meeting, the
BOT should not have made such an important deci
sion in the middle of summer while most students
were away or done so after discussing the issue for
two hours behind closed doors.
By closing the meeting and making their discus
sion private, the BOT showed lack of backbone and
lack of consideration of BCC supporters and other
members of the University community.
The struggle for a free-standing BCC has been
extremely controversial. For the BOT to hide their
opinions behind closed doors only arouses suspicion
of their motives and reasoning.
UNC is a public university, and citizens have the
right to know how the BOT came to pick the Coker
UNC administrators fought hard this summer to
keep the N.C. Senate-proposed S2OO tuition sur
charge from becoming a reality for students. They
were successful in convincing legislators not to tax
students with what could have been as high as a 29-
percent tuition increase for in-state residents.
But on Friday, administrators forgot their own
pledges to keep education costs as low as possible by
recommending a 23-percent increase in student fees
to the UNC Board ofTrustees. The result is a possible
10.7-percent overall increase for students.
The trustees received the student-fee proposal
only the night before their meeting at 8:30 a.m.
and they had the chancellor’s barbecue on their
agenda for that night as well. It was impossible for
the trustees to have studied the almost-120-page
proposal any great detail to make an educated
decision on such an important issue.
Instead, they merely rubber-stamped the
administration’s recommendations, despite concerns
expressed by Student Body President Jim Copland
that the increases were too high.
Making such drastic increases while most students
are away for the summer is unfair and unwarranted.
Administrators did not adequately justify the need
for these increases and set a bad precedent by shifting
the burden of cost to the students.
The proposal includes many fees that should not
even be paid by students. Just as administrators told
legislators that students should not pay for faculty
salaries, students should not be asked to fund projects
such as improving classrooms.
S7O of die proposed sllß increase would go to
purchase and maintain equipment for computer labs
and special classrooms. Although improvements are
Letter an abrasive attack’
against white students
To the editor:
I find the July 22 guest column (“BCC
not too much to ask in light of slavery”)
by Loma Haughton an abrasive attack
against every nonblack UNC student.
By addressing us all as the descen
dants of white slave owners, Haughton
suggests that we still must answer for
the mistakes made 200 years ago. Her
solution is the foundation of a free
standing black cultural center, as a re
spite for deeds we never committed.
I’m not a descendant of wealthy,
white plantation owners but of
hardworking Americans, who struggled
to provide the best, including the best
education, for their families.
For every slave who lost sweat, blood
and tears trying to survive here, a free
person sought an education and couldn ’ t
access it, likewise denied by poverty
and social rank.
All people who came to America, of
whatever nationality, tried to make a
life for themselves whether they came
of their own free will or not. Individu
ally, they built the country. For this
reason alone, UNC truly belongs to
every student here.
UNC offers 36 classes for African
and Afro-American studies. Although
the University has not provided a BCC
yet, it is aiding the BCC movement by
educating others. Our school does not
deserve the label of a “racist university”
simply because the administration hasn’t
answered every demand issued by mem
bers of the BCC movement.
Plans for a cultural center that would
provide new educational opportunities
are exciting. But the BCC should exist
for the sake of learning, not for mistakes
made last week, this decade or 200
years ago.
Demanding a BCC in return for so
cial injustice only alienates nonblack
students from the movement. How many
more students would support the BCC
Slip Daily aar
Yi-Hsin Chang, Editor
JENNIFER Talhelm, Associate Editor
KIM COSTELLO, Arts and Features Editor
JOHN CasERTA, Graphics Editor
Justin Williams, Photography Editor
Erin Lyon, Layout Editor
‘lf you build it
site over the Wilson-Dey site. The N.C. open meet
ings law is meant to allow for closed meetings to
discuss some business transactions and personnel
matters, not an controversial issue concerning the
site of a building on land already owned by the
University.
Because of the BOT’s secrecy, students will return
in the fall and question why the Coker site was
chosen.
But despite the board’s stumbles, BCC advocates
now should focus their anger and energies on raising
money for the center. The sooner funding can be
obtained, the sooner the University can open the
free-standing Sonja Haynes Stone Black Cultural
Center.
Supporters also should try to better educate mem
bers of the University community and the citizens of
North Carolina on the purpose of the BCC. Realizing
what the BCC can be will make students and others
cross the street to participate in programs that will
better their understanding of African-American his
tory and culture.
The BOT will not likely change its decision on
where to build the BCC. It’s time to accept the
decision and work to make the center the best in the
nation.
Unreasonable fees
necessary so that the University can keep up with
other universities in the rapidly changing realm of
computer technology, the money should come from
the state, not from students.
Similarly, the SIOO fee for classroom training for
education majors and the SSOO quality fee for mas
ters in business administration and masters in ac
counting students should come from the University ’ s
state-funded budget.
Administrators claim that students support these
high increases, but most students are not in town and
could not have known that these exorbitant fees
would be proposed during the summer—all at once
along with recently approved tuition increases.
The $lO athletic-fee increase also has not been
fully justified. If the athletic department needs extra
money for its women’s programs to meet gender
equity requirements or to maintain athletic fields and
facilities, the department should tighten its belt by
looking to see how it squandered $600,000 at the
Peach Bowl in Adanta.
The N.C. Constitution mandates that public higher
education remain as close to free as practicable.
Administrators seemed to understand and agree with
that principle while they were lobbying legislators to
keep tuition down. But they seemed to forget that
student fees are part of the cost of higher education
and should not be increased so drastically when
tuition already is rising for students.
The UNC Board of Governors now must approve
these fees before they can go into effect. BOG
members should take a magnifying glass when ex
amining the proposal and read between the lines.
Maybe they will remember to think of the students
first.
READERS' FORUM
if they were not constantly asked to
answer for conditions they did not cre
ate?
BCC supporters, stop attacking this
university. Start reconsidering your
strategy to encourage support for the
BCC. Don’t exclude whites by assign
ing blame. Instead, invite them to share
the rich and singular culture of black
America.
As an American and a UNC student,
the black experience belongs as much
to me as to you. And the BCC will
belong to all of us. Invite us in because
“your” people are our people, too.
KRISTINE JOHNSON
Sophomore
Chemistry
Faculty salaries include
administrative stipends
To the editor:
I am disappointed you chose to use
data that you knew to be grossly mis
leading in your table on professors’
salaries in the July 22 Daily Tar Heel
(“Professors’ salaries vary greatly”).
As you knew from your discussion
with Chris Canfield, director of media
relations for the Kenan-Flagler Busi
ness School, our school made a change
to accounting procedures for 1992 that,
for the first time, included in the figures
for faculty salaries stipends associated
with administrative appointments, such
as area chairmen and associate deans.
The inclusion of these stipends made
some professors appear to have received
disproportionate raises.
In my own case, my 1992 salary
includes the new stipend I receive as
interim dean. When I leave the position
in January 1994,1 will appear to have
received a cut in salary because my
stipend will be lowered. Similar reason
ing applies to others you randomly chose
to feature in your table.
Another professor was shown as hav
ing received no raise during 1992 even
though he did not join the faculty until
the end of the year. Clearly, you could
have shown better judgment in the way
you presented your data.
Perhaps more damaging than the false
impression left by your use of data is the
polarization of salaries you contribute
within the University. The quotes you
used from Chris show my viewpoint.
Every department within the Univer
sity is fighting the same battle: to main
tain the national pre-eminence that has
made UNC such a distinctive univer
sity.
Departments and schools fight that
battle best by supporting each other in
competition with peers at other univer
sities, not by competing against each
other from within UNC.
According to a recent professional
association survey, our faculty salaries
are at or below the average for peer
business schools. Yet our faculty con
sistently ranks at the top for teaching
quality. Thus, our faculty deserves to be
above average in pay.
It has nothing to do with what profes
sors in UNC’s medical school or En
glish department make. It has every
thing to do with keeping cur business
school a nationally ranked school, bring
ing a wealth of benefits to the rest of the
University and state.
CARL ZEITHAML
Interim dean
Business
Faculty salaries article
best reporting on issue
To the editor:
I think that your July 22 article on
UNC faculty salaries (“Professors’ sala
ries vary greatly”) was the single best
piece of reporting on this issue that I
have seen. There has not been better
work in any of the area newspapers.
Thank you.
CRAIG CALHOUN
Director
Office of International Programs
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‘Asphalt Gestapo’ should add parking spaces
Today’s Sermon on the Mount re
volves around another bit of my
pompous fuming. So get away
from that golden calf, pull up a rock and
listen.
I know you normally only read until
the doctor’s ready to see you or the bus
has come to your stop, but please bear
with me ‘cause I’ve got a little more
newsprint therapy to vent upon you, the
unsuspecting reader.
This is a little thing I’ve carried with
me for too long. I need to babble about
it before it’s too late, and I’m spending
all my free time comparison shopping
for fiber substitutes to keep me regular
without that grainy taste.
This column will be about as pretty
as Willard Scott. I hope you will main
tain bladder control throughout the
piece, but, hey, no promises.
Warning: Please remove all children
from the immediate vicinity of the pa
per because the Parking Police Column
is here.
Everyone has a pet name for these
folks—the Asphalt Gestapo, the Ticket
nazis, whatever. I’m sure they’re all
normal, decent Americans who floss
regularly, eat their Bran Flakes and
spend their Sundays on their knees pray
ing that if there’s some great parking
meter in the sky with their name on it, it
isn’t less than a nickel away from read
ing “EXPIRED.”
Their jobs are tougher now that the
collective behemoth of our alumni have
claimed yet another sacrificial lamb,
the afternoon hours of the Ram’s Head
parking lot.
God forbid they have to wait ‘til
sundown to start the precious ritual of
tailgating or whatever it is 45-year-old
ex-sorority chicks do as they try to
regain their late adolescence.
So now that the “Educational Foun
dation” (wink-wink) has taken this South
Campus Sudetenland in their unquench
able quest for asphalt, there’s even less
land on which I can rest my car.
Nothing gets my blood boiling like
driving around campus hoping to
stumble across an open spot this side of
Guam.
Bountiful though they are, the 25-
odd metered spaces normally are occu
pied sometime around dawn. This means
Barstool philosopher bids thanks, farewell
The summer and my contribution
to The Daily Tar Heel ever so
quickly are coming to an end, and
in a few weeks, the DTH will be back in
its daily form.
I don’t know who will grace the back
page of the DTH with jibber-jabber
about the rights of God knows what and
issues concerning God knows who.
Where will I be? Probably telling
whoever will listen about the good old
days when men were men and my face
loomed weekly on the editorial page of
the DTH like a mugshot on a wanted
poster.
So how do I conclude these crazy 11
weeks of standing on my soap box?
Well, I would like to say: “Boy, time
flies when you’re having fun. Thanks
for the memories. You’ve been a lot of
laughs.”
But this breakfast of cliches won ’ t be
complete without saying, “When it’s all
said and done —and it will be whether
you read this article or spill coffee on it
—and when the dust clears, I hope you
will respect me in the morning.”
I perhaps pretentiously, or obnox
iously, kicked things off this summer
by try ing to determine a working defini
tion of “normal.” I was rather disap
pointed with the response.
Much to my dismay, I received only
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that I’ve got to
circle around
campus like a
shark, waiting
for the glorious
glow of some
Subaru’s re
verse lights to
flare up like the
light at the end
of the tunnel.
After I park,
Idoalitdelckey
Shuffle victory
Kevin
Kruse
Public
Embarrassmen
dance and then kiss the asphalt like the
Iranian hostages coming home.
Once, I even did a lap around the car,
chanting “I’m Number One! I’m Num
ber One!” until a Hyundai, with an
extremely nearsighted driver at the
wheel, backed right over me. Twice.
Actually, come to think of it, the driver
probably was plagued with parking
space envy.
Now, this is just between you and
me, but I have parked my car in unau
thorized spots before. Only on occa
sion, mind you. I hope you don’t think
less of me.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t block
ing the fire hydrant in front of The
Intimate Bookshop on East Franklin
Street again. And I wasn’t trying to
cram a full-sized car into a clearly la
beled “COMPACT ONLY” spot or any
thing heinous like that.
One night, I merely thought that,
hey, it’s 10 p.m. on a Wednesday
unless they’ve got to airlift a First Folio
edition of William Shakespeare’s works
here, I don’t think Davis Library is
going to get a delivery anytime soon.
No problem, right?
Wrong.
Fifteen minutes later, the ticket elves
had been by and decorated my car with
a nice urine-yellow envelope with a
cutesy Hallmark-style card inside, which
informed me that I owed them S3O.
Needless to say I sped home doing a
choice rendition of my Yosemite Sam
impersonation.
Days later, after forking over the
rights to my spleen and the option to
buy my pancreas in order to pay the
fine, I was exiting the Gestapo HQ near
Morrison, with a wallet so thin it re
Buddy
Harris
Eclectic Drip
a few prank
calls and one,
maybe two,
death threats at
the most. I’ve
learned a lot this
summer thanks
to having actu
ally to show my
picture next to
my crazy opin
ions every
week.
I’ve learned
that if you don’t mean something, then
don’t say it and that the only things
“normal” are morning breath and hem
orrhoid flare-up.
The most important thing I have
learned this summer is that we have to
recognize the solemn and sometimes
tragic character of the world around us.
While we often care more about get
ting a job or finding a roommate for the
summer or even chasing an A on a final
exam, it would be ridiculous and imma
ture to ignore the things happening
around us.
It’s terrifying to think that a young
woman could be killed while simply
going for an early morning jog, and all
we can do is shake our heads in disbelief
and look for another route for our walks
sembled a pre-binge Oprah.
Suddenly, a campus cop wheeled his
little CHiPs-mobile into the lot and,
without a second thought, parked it in
the nearest handicapped spot, so he
wouldn’t have to cart his bloated behind
all the way from the open space across
the lane.
“Sir, I believe that mental handicaps
don’t count.”
Maybe I’m being a little too hard on
our men and women in uniform
okay, Izods and bike shorts, with the
occasional Red Lobster bib. But it just
doesn’t seem like too much to ask for
the right to park my car within scream
ing distance of the Bell Tower before 5
p.m.
I know that if daylight were to touch
an unauthorized vehicle on campus, it
just might explode. But that’s a risk I’m
willing to take.
So please, whoever it is who keeps
sending me those adorable color-coded
maps that tell me that the nearest 10
square feet in which a car can be parked
are just outside of Duiham, please take
pity on me and expand the cramped
parking frontiers.
Oh, I can picture some Japanese busi
nessman scoffing at my request in some
horribly stereotypical Oriental accent
that replaces all L’s with R sounds,
telling me to do something inane like
walk to campus or use public transpor
tation.
This is America, buddy! And in all
glorious 46 states, we’ve got the God
given right to give carpool signs the
finger and waste a large chunk of fossil
fuels in order to wheel our fanny down
to Fast Fare for a fresh pack of Ho-Ho’s.
That’s the American Way, Mr. To
kyo! I’ll drive my Toyota with pride,
and I’ll park it wherever I please, too.
(Insert Lee Greenwood anthem here.)
Well, I hope that wasn’t too painful
for you. I just had to get that off my
chest before I left the editorial page’s
opinionated indulgences and reunited
with the wacky crew of the arts and
entertainment desk in the fall.
Hugs and kisses.
Don’t be a stranger.
Kevin Kruse is a senior history major
from Nashville, Term.
and runs.
Can we go to town council meetings
and demand the hiring of more police
officers? Do we look to the president
and blame it on the economy? The blame
lies nowhere.
Instead, we realize that the leniency
and freedoms that allow for little league
baseball and smoking in the bathroom
incestuously breed the chance that we
will be gunned down or raped, leaving
us looking for new places to exercise,
new trails on which to jog.
Without an ode to my lover or any
thing like that, I’ 11 happily happy for
you fade out for now.
I’m sure we’ll get back together some
time. Maybe after an ugly divorce when
our lives reach the Neil Diamond stage,
and Metamucil and Slim Fast fill our
cabinets.
And with this being the last hurrah,
the fat lady’s sweet song singing and
whatever other cliches you can think of,
I hope you realize that while Eclectic
Drip sometimes tasted bad going down,
it had more vitamins than broccoli.
The bar stool philosopher is going
back to where he came from the bar
stool.
Buddy Harris is a senior journalism
and psychology major from Charlotte.