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EDITORIALS
Never Forget That These Editorials Are The Opinion Of One Man
— And He May Be Wrong
The McCone Report
After seeing the summarization oi
The McCone report on the August riot
in Los Angeles it is easier to understand
how the Central Intelligence Agency was
in such a mess under McCone’s adminis
tration.
The riot was an “expression of deep
economic and social frustration and it
was triggered by the routine arrest of
a negro drunken driving suspect. . .
and unless revolutionary remedies in
education, employment and police-negro
relations are made the riot will be only
a curtain-raiser for what could blow
up one day in the future.
This report overlooks some basics:
That the mumbo-jumbo socio-politics of
our time has issued both a license and
an invitation to every malcontent, re
gardless of his race, religion or national
origin to “protest” against anything he
happens to feel "unjust” on a given
day.
Our schools, churches, government,
courts and an amazingly high per cent
of the population have accepted, and
are preaching the philosophy of chaos
under which the “common man” Is
worshipped as the “free man”, and that
as such he can do no worng, and that
he is the victim of .society rather than
the scourge of society.
The brute who murders his parents
is “forgiven^ because he is a “poor
orphan.”
Too many of Us, especially in the
South, see this as a black - and - white
problem but it is much more profound
tnan racism, which is an ancient and an
incurable weakness of man — both
black and white.
Without order, without discipline man
is no longer human; he is just another
vicious and more deadly animal, with
all the lusts and none of the physical
and mental weaknesses of the so-called
lower animals.
Civilization is not chrome and air
conditioning, nor college degrees; Civil
ization is not chrome and air - condition
ing, nor college degrees; Civilization is
by definition: An advanced state of
human society in which a high level of
art, science, religion and government
has been reached?
Government is also defined as the
authoritative direction and restrain ex
ercised over the actions of men.
There is art in The Congo, and in
Greenwich Village, and there was art,
science and religion in Los Angeles
last August, but there was not authori
tative direction and restraint over the
actions of men.
And this is a nationwide problem.
Yet men who are fully aware of this and
its pressing need for solution continue
to complicate the mess by spreading the
myth that the “poor criminal’* is not
responsible for his crimes, but is rather
to be excused because those of us who ■
abide by the law have not given him
enough education and a good enough
job to keep him from having a “deep :
economic and social; frustration.
Industrial Confusion
ng the mere' mention
lor a small town is
its officials into a
al shock, slid to send
i scurrying around as
lid coming of Christ.
much as the next but not at tbe sacri
fice of sanity, legality and fiscal reality.
The 170i
Carolina
terly
vene in
They . ..._
North Carolina into 111
trlcts with 414,000 people per district,
into an unknown number of state sen
atorial districts that will reflect a ratio
of one senator for each 92,000 pepple
and finally divide the.state into some
thing completely new: “Representative
Districts” that will distribute 120 repre
sentatives so that a ratio of one repre
sentative to each 37,000 people will
exist.
This in substance is the order issued
by three federal dictators named Al
Butler, Ed Stanley and Jesse Bell; and
if they have not done this utterly im
possible job on or before January 31,
1966 these three annointed asses have;
announced that they will do the im
possible job themselves.
If 37,000 people can be combined from
several counties to create one “repre
sentative district”, how will this illegal
absurdity called “one-man-one-vote” be
served in a county large enough to
command two or more representatives?
Mecklenburg County with nine rep
resentatives under this rule will have to
be carved into nine representative dis
tricts and into three senatorial districts.
This means an end to multi-member
districts such as the 7th under which
the voters of Greene, Lenoir, Craven,
Pamlico, Cartert and Jones counties
elect two senators.
But most importantly it means the
end to reason in constitutional affairs.
It means that every comma and every
word in the United States Constitution
not embodied in the infamous and il
legally ratified 14th amendment is void.
It means that our country by these ju
dicial clowns had been pushed from the
sensible realm of a representative repub
lic into the madhouse of anarchism
sometimes called democracy.
If one state had the courage of An
drew Jackson long ago these judicial
morqns would be put'in their proper
place. Jackson said, “The supreme court
has issued its ruling, now let it enforce
it.” That’s what our state should say
to Butler, Stanley and Bell, but it lacks
the courage.
ing like a sore thumb with a huge
mortgage against it and no income to
even meet its ever-running interest.
Within an industrial stone’s throw
of this heavily mortgaged 80 acres of
weeds the taxpayers of the county own
over a hundred acres of land, also
brought to help a late industry expand.
Then last month a new smoke stack
was landed for the local horizon, but
lid it find a happy home in either
the heavily mortgaged industrial park,
or the publicly owned land joining at
the air base.
No. That wohld have made too much
sense. It goes to the other side of the
river — far beyond the reach of city
water, sewage treatment plants and ac
ridentally just beyond the ,city’s power
lines and city taxes.
The taxpayers of the county are be
ng tapped out for $50,000 to drill a
well and erect a tank to serve a com
pany that may be in business one year
>r forever. The company agrees to buy
he well and the tank — but over a
period of years, and corporate stock is
ion-assessable. V
And this particular corporate owner
ihip could buy Kinston out of its col
ective petty cash.
Communities ought to encourage self
sufficient industry, but buying industry
s as ridiculous as buying friends.
JONES JOURNAL
JACK RIDER, nnuHwi
Published every Thursday by the Lanoir
bounty News Company, Inc, 403 West
1 emon Ave, Kinston, N. C.'28501, Phone
A 3-2375. Entered as Second Class Matter
~ " —
What has happened to the American
sense of humor? Has it gone “sHek,”
“sick” or in hiding? We have become
so intent upon having a good'time, liv
ing the good life and enjoying the
Great Society that we can no longer
see how ridiculous we really' can be
from time to time.
Today there is nothing absurdly fun
ny about a woman sacking it out and
sending her “hair” out to be washed
and curled for a dance that night where
grown people will act as. if they had
St. Vitus’ dance and fleas. Parents per
mit, or perhaps encourage their boys
to dye their little locks and dangle it
before their eyes like sheepdogs.
And every passionate little teen-age
gal is peeking out from behind a set of
hair that looks like last year’s barroom
mop. Frowning, worried mechanics spend
hours and fortunes tinkering with thous
ands of dollars worth of automobile to
see whose car can nln the fastest in
440 yards. . .'.and others ride hours,
spent a week’s wages to watch other
men try to kill themselves on longer
tracks where more people can be crowd
ed to see the blood and the fire and
the death. /
Record shops fill their till with money
poured out by suffering youth who want
tc hear suffering folk singers suffer off
key for a million dollars a year. I have
been called rude by some very close
relatives, whose name shall remain reas
onably anonymous for laughing out loud
and almost in the face of something is
funny as hell to me. But everyone look
ed at me, and not. at the freak I was
laughing about.
Monday, in the lobby of the union
building at State College — oops, State
University — a teen-aged girl — I sup
pose it Was a girl — it had long hair,
heavy rimmed -glasses and wore its hair
stringy and all the way around its face.
I chuckled — not a real belly laugh . . .
just a polite chuckle and I was imme
diately asked, “What’s so funny?”
It is an instill to the jungly chant to
compare the "Mersey Beat’’ to The ..Con
go, because in the jungle the flap of
flat feet and tom-toms has some, pur
pose, while the modern beat is distin
guished by its very lack of purpose.
There are tribal beats for war, for
burial, for weddings, births, rain, sun,
food.peace. But tfae^‘MerSey Beat’^is
either “cute” or with-a “message.” No
If you have to ask, “What’s funny?”
when you see a pure Congoloid wear
ing a blonde wig with red lipstick and
yellow slacks there’s little I can do to
help you. Your sense of humor is dead,
dead, dead.
And then there’s art . . . which once
upon a long time ago was supposed to
be a thing of beauty. But today art is
revolting, unpretty, unfunny. Aimed at
either making one cross - eyed or sick
to the stomach, and some of it works
both ways.
The theater has a message filled with
sadistic misfits who get their kicks —
not laughs — from torturing little old
ladies on their way to a BAR meeting.
Movies are generally nihe-parts sex, one
part fast fist fights and all the way out
of reality.. Even music, which was also
once a thing of beauty has been turned
into a hypnotic thundering, intended to
awaken the dead ahd kill music as an
art form. Dissonance is in, melody is
no,longer lingering on . . . nothing re
mains but the pulsing of drums, the
roar of electronic chord banging and
simpering handclapping.