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November 24, 1970
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THE DAILY TAR HEEL
Harry Bryan
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Tom Gooding. Editor
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A Few Qmesttioins
"feeding Answers
The second killing on the UNC
campus in five years occurred
Saturday morning.
Few facts surrounding the
incident can be confirmed because
of the chaos and panic that
pervaded the entire crowd.
Eyewitness accounts vary from
an altercation involving four
"Storm Troopers" and 10 blacks to
reports of a virtual riot involving
seven to 10 "Storm Troopers" and
as many as 40 blacks.
Some of those who saw the
event say the police tried to break
up several of the fights that
occurred while others say they saw
the police stand idly by watching
the entire event.
We do not intend to make
judgments on the individuals
involved in the incident. In fact, we
are not permitted to draw
judgments, that right is reserved for
the Orange County Courts and
-should remain there.
However, what few facts we
have been able to amass cause us to
raise several questions about the
incident.
James Cates is dead.
He died from loss of blood
resulting from severe knife wounds
in the abdomen.
The knifing and the ensuing
fights lasted only about five
minutes.
Campus police were on the scene
for the duration of the incident.
The "Storm Troopers" left the
scene, aboard their bikes and rode
to Durham.
The ambulance took 14 minutes
to arrive at the scene because it was
on another emergency call at the
same time.
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Tony Lentz
WIee, Cheese
In the village.
Flute and drum
Are sounding.
Here on the hill.
The murmer of many pines.
-Ryokun
"Pass the wine," he said, sitting up for
a moment from his resting place against
the old oak tree.
Yellow, orange and red leaves rustled
crisply under the old quilt as the girl
leaned over with the bottle in her hand.
"Want some cheese?" She smiled.
"Naw. Sip of wine'll do me fine. Hey.
how about that? Beautiful blue sky
overhead, brisk fall breeze softly rattling
the leaves and now I'm composing
poetry."
"You're just creative, that's all. I knew
it when I ran into you this afternoon at
are expressed on its editorial page. AD
of the editor and the staff. Letters and
of the individual mntrihutors.
There were at least two minor
altercations before the killing
Saturday night.
We feel certain that most of the
people who were at the scene could
agree on the above facts.
However, we feel that several
questions must be raised as a result
of the incident and should be
answered by the members of this
community before another tragedy
occurs.
Could more forceful and speedy
action by the police have prevented
the fighting?
The police did not pall their
guns during the entire incident even
for warning shots.
The police were unable to
perform emergency first aid on the
victim.
The police stood by while the
"Storm Troopers" climbed on their
bikes and left.
The police seemed to have done
little to quell the disturbance and
return order to the scene.
Could more effective action have
been taken by the police? If not,
then why do we maintain a campus
police force? If more training is
necessary why has the University
not immediately provided funds for
such training?
Could Cates have lived if he had
received immediate medical
attention?
Cates died of loss of blood
within eyesight of one of the finest
medical complexes in the
Southeast.
Cates received no professional
medical attention for what was
probably 20 minutes after the
stabbing.
Could the local ambulance
service be increased to handle such
emergencies?
Could the local police be given
training to take an injured person
to the waiting medical facilities?
Could the communications
between the police and the local
ambulance services be improved?
Could the medical doctors in
North Carolina Memorial Hospital
be provided with transportation for
use in such emergencies?
We do not pretend to have the
answers to these questions.
However, these are questions this
community must find answers for if
we are going to resolve the
overriding considerations of this
incident:
Can the next human being who
winds up in a life and death
situation be saved?
Could the death of James Cates
have been prevented?
the Old Well. I said to myself, now there's
a creative young man if I've ever seen
one."
Her long black hair rippled a stream of
sunlight into his eyes. A roaring cheer
erupted through the forest from the
football stadium, punctuated by the
bar-rupp! of the school cannon.
"Sounds much better from a distance,"
he whispered. "Trumpets and bugles,
ba-i.u-tat-tat. as our glorious heroes
stomp the guts out of the other glorious
heroes. Sometimes I think old Voltaire
had the world dead to rights."
"Makes ya wonder, doesn't it?" she
said. "The war. Chicago, black guys
getting themselves cut up on the campus.
But nice things do happen sometimes."
"Whadyuh mean?"
Leaves rustled again as she put her
weight on an elbow, the plaid wool skirl
Upon entering the University of North
Carolina, the incoming freshman first
wanders about the campus in a vague
attempt to acclimate himself to his new
surroundings.
As he walks about the campus, he sees
many, many long-haired youths walking,
sitting, standing and lying around wearing
all sorts of leather things and funny
looking pants with big bottoms.
These students, as the editors of the
Reader's Digest" will tell him, are
"hippies," otherwise known as student
radicals.
He sees other students wearing
perms-press khakies, tassle loafers and red
alpaca sweaters. These students, as
looking into the mirror will tell him, are
the grits.
Finally, he sees a few students doing
weird things like talking to the trees and
saying weird things like 'The clouds
belong to the people." And these
students, as common sense will tell him,
are the freaks.
The freshman comes here as an
18-year-old from Fuquay-Varina, fresh
out of his mother's arms; but time can
change many things.
So now, for those bewildered students
who don't know who they are, what they
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From an existential viewpoint, all of
life can be regarded as a game. It's a
theme much used in song-writing as well;
"The Games People Play" and What,,
Kind of Fool Do You Think I Am?" were
both inspired by such a view of life.
The songs, when they were popular,
made the point that most people play
games all their lives, without ever
stopping the game to try to find the
meaning in things. Of course, they don't
take into account those of us who do
regard life as a game, and yet go on
playing it our way.
Have you ever run across a person who
was so completely hung up on playing the
game that you wanted to do something
that would shake that person right down
to the very roots of his being?
Something that would bring it home
to the game-player that the game is
idiotic, and that he should sit down and
think about the meaning of it all.
Something that would make a gameplayer
feel in the worst way that he is only
human, with feet of clay like the rest of
us.
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riding a little to reveal a thigh-broad
expanse of glistening pantyhose.
"I mean like running into you this
afternoon. And going to get the wine and
cheese and blanket, and walking out here
in the woods together. It's nice..."
A squirrel lept from limb to limb
somewhere just out of sight,
leaf-scattering commotion the only sound
for a long moment. Her bright blue eyes
held his gaze tightly with the cool
come-on of a cigarette commercial.
He just sat there quietly, wishing he
could remember her name, and getting
the vague feeling he had heard just those
words before.
"It's not every day you get to watch
the sunset through the leaves." he said,
especially not with an experiem.ed sunset
watcher like me."
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are, where the3'"re going or where their
head's at, here is the questionaire that can
tell you if you're radical, grit or freak.
1. All students are from somewhere.
Where are you from?
A. Augusta
B. New Jersey
C. My mother's womb.
2. All college students live. Where do you
live?
A. On a big white fluffy cloud.
B. Behind, and sometimes in, the cop
shop.
C. At the house.
3. Student radicals are known to have
long hair, but every once in a while a
liberal or even a conservative will go wild
and let his hair grow out. Why do you
have long hair?
A. Because it's there.
B. To show the military-industrial
capitalist fascist pigs that I'm saying to
hell with all their morals and values.
C. Not applicable.
4. Student radicals often smoke
marijuana. What is a joint?
A. A good place to take a date and get
drunk.
B. A marijuana cigarette.
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Well, there is something that can be
done for such people. It's not very honest
or truthful, but it's the only thing you
can do that will have any effect on a
hardened game-player.
You can beat them at their own game.
In politics and in life in general, you
can out-bitch the bitches and out-bastard
the bastards. Take on the game-players at
their own game, but in no-holds-barred
fashion, and lie, cheat, and philander as
much as you think you can get away
with. And be sure you play the game out
to the very end.
It's a very rewarding expereince, this
ultra-game-playing. You start out telling
the truth, then gradually begin to sprinkle
in a few little lies. The little lies give way
to bigger ones, until the whole game is
one huge lie. I believe it was Adolf Hitler
who commented that the bigger a lie was,
the easier it is to swallow.
The only problem you have is that of
holding yourself back to keep from
laughing while you take someone who
thinks he's taking you.
You may take a little flac now and
He took a long swig from the bottle,
reached for the cheese, and looked up at
a tall spire of yellow leaves turning slowly
against a white cloud. The little stream a
few yards away burbled as he waited for
her reply.
But she only moved within striking
distance, and flashed a come-and-get-it
look. So he went.
The warmth of her kiss, her body and
the leaf-rustle guilt shook his mind as he
began the college stud on-a-picnic
preliminaries.
His first time rolled through his
steaming brain, and he wondered vaguely
how it would be if it could be natural just
once. ..a vision of Modern Romance
Comics flickered, faded.
The long body beside him lay heavy
like a foam mattress, accepting his touch
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5. Student radicals also keep up with
their fellow radicals and their
organizations. Who is Huey P. Newton?
A. Lead singer for Huey and the Figs.
B. Co-founder of the Black Panther
Party.
C. Now it's becoming bright blue.
6. Student radicals also use a terminology
known only to themselves and a few
privileged outsiders. What does "heavy"
mean to vou?
A. Wow! Far Out! Can you dig it!
B. The pig from Greensboro 1 dated
last week.
C. The ceiling, man, the ceiling.
7. Student radicals spend a lot of time in
Washington, D.C., but for mysterious,
secret and revolutionary reasons. What
did you do the last time you were in
Washington?
A. Got drunk and tried to make some
stewardess.
B. Shouted bad words at the White
House.
C. Went into town, and when it was
time to leave, left.
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then. You may even have a few parts of
the game break the wrong way. But in the
end, you have the satisfaction of knowing
that you've won another round for the
worthwhile things in life. Even if you did
have to part from them temporarily.
You have to be careful, though, that
nobody else gets in your way. It's not
right to involve perfectly normal people
in such "clashes of will." But it's nice if
the normal people can get a piece of the
action while the getting's good.
Another good thing about
game-playing for fun and profit is that it's
reassuring. You take a certain pride in
knowing that you can play the game
better than someone who's been playing
all his life.
But game-playing isn't worth it. The
really good things in life, the only things
that matter, are things that are done with
all the honesty and sincerity that people
are capable of.
The only thing that is important in life
is realizing that being true to yourself is
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like a docile campus mutt. Calmly, with
dignity, without response.
Until, abruptly, she drew inside herself
and moved him away with a word.
"No."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," she breathed. "I
mean it's not that I don't like..."
Silence. He rustled back to the bottle,
drew a long pull and watched the sun set
fire to the clouds along the tree-high
horizon.
I wonder, he said to himself, how
much beer 1 could have bought with the
money Ispent on that wine?
"It's not that I don't enjoy
it-touching you. I mean. But I just don't
feel right about it. Do you understand?"
"Sure." he said, confident that he
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S.An coHece students, despite their
category, go "to the movies. What was the
last movie you saw?
A. "The Strawberry Statement
B. "Fantasia"
C. "The Daughter of Udy Clutterley
Meets the Daughter of Fanny Hill"
9. Almost all college students read books.
What was the last book you read?
A. "Revolution for the Hell of It (a
dead giveaway)
B. "The Magic Realm of Fairy Tales
C. "The Daughter of Lady Chatterley
Meets the Daughter of Fanny Hill -With
Illustrations
10. Almost all college students buy
albums. Which albums would you rather
have?
A. The best of the Tarns. Hatters or
Huey and the Figs.
B. "Revolution," Jefferson Airplane
(another dead giveaway)
C. "The Sound of People Burping"
11. All college students are opinionated.
What do you think of this questionnaire?
A. Good to fill out during P.E. 4 1 .
B. Trip so wild.
C. A cop o'ut to the military-industrial
capitalist fascist pigs.
If your answers were
B, B,B,B,B,A,B,A,A,B,C, you, sir, are a
student radical.
If they were A,C,C,A,A,B.A,C,C,A,A.
it just goes to show that you tan't teach
an old dog new tricks.
And if they just happened to be
C, A,A,C,C,C,C,B,B,C,B, you, my friend,
had better watch out for the ceiling, you
might hit your head on the way home.
Letter
Blood Shot
Tasteless
To the Editor:
Your taste was most questionable in
printing a picture of our Union Director
sweeping blood into a drainage ditch. The
Friday night murder incident was tragic
enough without your repulsive attempt at
sensationalism. No doubt the killing was
disgusting but further degrading was
unnecessary. I feel that students at this
University are capable of comprehending
the tragedy of this event without further
tastelessness on your part.
Joseph C. Robbins
309 Lewis
the only rationale for living. In
comparison to that, all games are
irrelevant.
This existential view can be related to
many aspects of national and even
campus life. Many readers may even want
to apply certain aspects of it to their own
lives, or the lives of their acquaintances.
Let's say that this column related to
President Nixon and the Washington
bread-and-circuses game, to Rennie Davis
and the anti-political-politics game, and
to the horrible game being played out in
Indochina.
Let's say further that it relates to the
Mickey Mouse politics of both Student
Government and Administration at this
University. I'm sure we all know what a
farce that one is.
But more than all those things, this
article was about life. There are a lot of
people who should stop regarding life as a
game of oneupmanship and start seeing
things as they really are. Because life can
be beautiful. And for some of us it
already is.
knew his lines as well as she knew hers. "I
know how it is. It's hard to get used to
the idea sometimes. Don't worry about it
I don't mind."
He smiled reassuringly, and wondered
how he could get out of an expensive
dinner downtown.
"You're sure?"
"Of course," he said calmly. "Now
why don't we go back to my place and'
cook something for dinner."
She nodded. A bird flew overhead
then landed in a nearby cedar as the two'
rolled up the quilt and packed the
remains of the cheese in a paper bag.
"It sure is rice here," she purred.
"Maybe we can come back sometime."
"I hope so," he smiled, and cursed
himself silently for a lying son of a bitch.
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