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January 15, 1974
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Today is the 45th anniversary of the birth of Dr.
Martin Luther King Jr. All over the nation schools are
closed, and brief mentions in newspapers and on radio
and television will remember him.
King's life ended by violence a method he had
worked against all his life. It is a disgrace to the people
of this nation that the end of King's life taught us
nothing about the ugliness of violence and racial
hatred.
Race relations are no better off in the United States
today than when James Earl Ray did his deed in
Memphis in 1968.
Affirmative Action is not a reality but just something
institutions in society fight against tooth and nail. For
the most part whites still refuse to work and associate
with blacks and blacks still refuse to work and
associate with whites.
Men like George Wallace and Lester Maddox are.
welcomed Into the arms of political leadership and
courted with tender love and care instead of being
exposed for the racial bigotry they preach.
Americans did not at the time of King's death and
still do not realize it takes no courage to preach hate
and repression. We have not learned the lesson so
bitterly brought to our attention by the Hitlers and
Mussolinis of our time. We refuse to see that it is a few
men like Martin Luther King Jr. that possess true
courage the courage to speak the truth wherever and
whenever it needs to be spoken.
Unfortunately it is much easier to kill the truth and
bury it in hate than to accept the reality of our
prejudices and work to overcome them.
Had we allowed King to live perhaps he could have
continued to help us find a way to conduct our lives in
harmony, together. Foolishly we killed him.
" refuse to accept the cynical notion that nation
after nation must spiral down a militaristic stairway
into a hell of . . . destruction. I believe that unarmed
truth and unconditional love will have the final word in
reality." Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., 1964
Letters to the editor
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David Eskridge
To the editor:
In a fit of passionate hunger for ice cream
recently we decided to make a journey to a
famous ice cream parlor on Franklin Street.
Before departing on our ravenous exodus,
however, we called to ascertain the exact
closing hour (I I p.m.) of this parlor. Upon
arriving at said parlor at 10:45 p.m. we were
cold-heartedly denied admittance, with the
two female employes firmly disavowing any
knowledge of their duty that being to
satiate the eternal cravings for tasty ice
cream, etc.
After considerable pleading on our part,
one of us was Finally let in and allowed only
the selection of a measley cone no
extravagancies permitted within 15 minutes
of closing time. Certainly not! To further
increase our torment, we were shortchanged
by more than one dollar (a hefty blow to our
budget). The employes were quite tacky in
their dealings with their customers. It was
shattering.
Is there no mercy for hungry people late at
night? Must we be forced to revert to seeking
the meager wares of our own sparse
refrigerators? Is there no hope for grumbling
stomachs in bank town??
When the final tally is taken, all these
wonderful establishments committed to the
ideal of satisfying Chapel Hill's late night
hunger will pay the toll for making Chapel
Hillians feel the anguish of the night. We'll
all expire in the middle of the night from
starvation. Then who'll need them?
L. White
F. Houk
unting sheep
not 'adventure'
To the editor:
About a year ago, we had the misfortune
to see "American Wilderness," a film
currently playing at area theatres. It was
advertised as "the greatest wildlife
adventure," and moms and dads took the
whole family. Briefly, the story is about a
prominent hunter who decides to shoot for
sport four very rare (We wonder why)
species of Rocky Mountain bighorn sheep.
Though we personally dislike hunting for
sport, we can understand the thrill involved,
but it is no "adventure" for any wildlife to be
picked off while grazing motiontessly by an
unseen sniper. Scenes of bear cubs, etc.. are
minimal and only incidental in the film.
Parents who wish to take their families to see
a "wildlife adventure" as opposed to a movie
about hunting should stick to Walt Disney's
for the present.
Donald Schlenger, ESE
Sunny Schlenger, EDUC
415 N. Columbia St.
Students offer
energy solution
To the editor:
In reference to Dick Nixon's supposed
energy crisis, we would like to offer a
solution which has been used effectively in
certain parts of the world for centuries. In
India and the countries which surround her,
animal feces have proven to be a very
practical source of energy.
The Indian people save their cow feces and
dry them into small bricks, These bricks are
burned in fires, giving off enormous
amounts of heat, and have also been used in
the making of houses.
Realizing that cows are not in great
abundance around the University, we
suggest that the Physical Plant consider the
alternative of setting up human feces
collection boxes in every dormitory, as well
as at other strategic locations on campus.
This would save the University a huge sum of
money, for we feel sure that human feces
could be burned in the University furnaces as
Sum day
I've always been particularly fond of
Sunday mornings.
After putting in five days of classes,
forty hours of work at the office, and
various Saturday night activities 1 find it
very helpful to sleep off I mean
recuperate from my stringent weekly
schedule.
And nothing is quieter than a Sunday
morning in a campus dormitory.
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Everyone is either at church or
unconscious (or both). Therefore, it
provides the perfect setting for a few
extra hours of sleep.
However, things don't always work
out as well as I would expect or hope
they would. Take last Sunday for
instance. There 1 was, lying peacefully in
my bed, deep in sleep. All of a sudden I
was rather forcefully shakened awake
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by someone shouting in my ear:
"Sherryr
Before I go further, 1 must add that 1
have never been the type of person who
could jump out of bed in the morning
bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and clear
thinking. In fact, the morning fog lasts
a ny where from 20 minutes to a couple of
hours.
"Sherry. Hey man, do you got any
sherry?" the voice reshoiited.
When I finally got my eyes partially in
focus, 1 saw what vaguely resembled a
human figure in dirty blue jeans and a
ragged work shirt. He was standing over
my bed holding a joint in my face.
However, with all the presence of mind
that I could gather, I managed to muster
up a quick reply.
"Wha?"
"Some dude in the parlor said you got
a bottle of sherry in here. Wanna
smokeT
Somehow I managed to dodge the
joint and the fist that was thrusted at my
face.
"What er who are youT
"I'm Eric Clapton's brother man."
"What are you doing here?"
"Duh-uh, I'm booking his next
national tour of concerts."
"What are you doing in my room?"
"Oh. Some dude out in the parlor said
you had some sherry."
It was at this time I noticed that my
visitor couldn't stand in one place very
long without having to catch his
balance.
"Where's, the sherry, man?" he finally
said with such anguish I thought he was
going to burst into tears.
Still being slightly dazed and fearful
of witnessing a mental breakdown, I
pointed to the table where my unopen
bottle of Aladen Dry Sherry was. Eric
Clapton's alleged brother stumbled to
the table and picked up the bottle with
an unmistakable cry of joy.
"Do you got a glass," I asked.
"Gosh, no man, I don't. Uh, 1 do
know where there is an empty coke
bottle, though. I'll go get it."
With that, he took the bottle and
bolted (as well as he could) to the door.
"Wait a minute," I shouted idiotically
behind him, "It's got to be chilled.
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I paused, there was no answer. Since I
was still extremely tired and 1 didn't
want to bother to get dressed and chase
after him, I thought to hell with the
sherry and went back to sleep.
Later that day, another dorm resident
was telling me about the crazy guy with
the coke bottle filled half way with
sherry who said he was Joe Walsh's
brother traveling around the country
booking concerts for Joe's next tour.
His reputation had spread quickly
through the entire dorm. A rather seedy
looking guy who answered to the name
of both Joe Walsh's and Eric Clapton's
brother had been blamed for stealing a
chicken pot pie; annoying a group of
people watching television by blocking
the screen and demanding wine; and
rifling through a RA's record albums
asking the sleeping RA, "Do ya got any
Humble Pier
Eventually, the poor guy was arrested
by the police for public drunkenness,
trespassing and vagrancy and spent the
night in the Orange County Jail.
He'll never be able to explain this one
to Eric.
effectively as coal could be.
We believe that if all students will
cooperate in getting their shit together, the
University of North Carolina could be a
great help in relieving this crisis.
Alan Christian
Dean Shorkley
4th floor Mangum
Students defend
'slide' course
To the editor:
How many times over the past week have
you heard "Hey. get Botany 10 under Koch,
it's a real slide." II the term "slide" implies
that involvement with the course is not
required, then perhaps in that sense Botany
10 qualifies to be labeled such. However it is
only the student's loss if he lets this
opportunity to follow his own botanical
dream pass by.
We feel the labeling of Botany 10 as a slide
to be a grave injustice to the course and to
Dr. Koch (Willie). Further, we venture to say
that no other course offered here encourages
so much creativity and self-expression, while
allowing each individual to set his own
goals the sky's the limit; The motivation in
this course must be internal, while grades are
viewed as unimportant, if they must be
considered at all.
Dr. Koch's enthusiasm has proven
contagious to students. Those of you w ho
feel Botany 10 to be a slide should see some
of the staggering projects that students have
initiated and completed on their own.
Botany is more than chemical formulas and
the study of plant cell structure. Formally
entitled "Plants and Life." Botany 10
encompasses all of life, ours included.
Dr. Koch's innovative course is free and
diverse. The course is refreshing, interesting,
relevant and fun. What is learned is generally
retained because it is something valuable to
the individual, something he or she wants to
learn and is allowed to pursue his or her
own way. How many, if any. other courses
allow such freedom? And even if the freedom
is allowed, how often is a course truly a
meaningful and exciting experience?
Try Botany 10.
Joan Lindley
1 1 3 Alexander
David Jones
107 Alexander
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