Rebel, Fall 1968


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Contributors

Freida White Purvis, a resident of Ahoskie,
N. C., a former assistant-to-editor of The
Rebel and a former editor of The East Caro-
linian, provides us with an excellent short
story in this issue of The Rebel.

Featured poet for the fall issue of The
Rebel is Claire ~Pittman. Mrs. Pittman is
currently an instructor in the History Depart-
ment.

In the concluding pages of the fall issue
will be found the work of Preston Pipkin,
advertising manager for The Rebel.

The Rebel is fortunate to have among its
poetry contributors Dr. Frederick Sorensen
of the English Department.

Robert McDowell, a junior English major,
and Linda Faye Bryant, a sophomore Soci-
ology major, contribute their poetry for a
second time to The Rebel.

Making their first contribution of poetry
in this issue are Linda Texter, Steve Hubbard,

and Archie Gaster.

Contributing photography for this issue of
The Rebel are Skip Wamsley, Charles Mock,
Robert McDowell, Charles Griffin, Walter

Quade and Scott Tabor.







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Contents

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letters to the editor
conscience
channing phillips
poetry

high time
photoessay

c. d. stout
vietnam! vietnam!
the aspirin age
the source

aliceTs restaurant
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untitled

let valor end my days
kin to mountains
whose fault?
anaximander

bird on my fence
six foot

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untitled

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1 take a walk

1 hunger to (0)

save yourself
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20
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31
32

39
40

linda faye bryant

ple. jm
claire pittman
freida white purvis

pfc, bm], krp, ter, jcc
john fulton.

judy coggins
judy coggins

jrr

robert mcdowell
linda m. texter

f. sorensen

f. sorensen

f. sorensen

f. sorensen

steve hubbard
steve hubbard
archie gaster
archie gaster
archie gaster
linda faye bryant
linda faye bryant
linda faye bryant
steve hubbard







_ Sparrows, jays, mockers





flying cross the theatre stage"ha! little clowns"
| or kids maybe"so full of life"
so infused with the autumn sun"warm and mellow.
fags, dentyne wrapper, plastic straw, and paper cup
in the cement aisle"
sticks, acorns, leaves of holly, beech, and oak"
crackly, curled, and brown

a black ant zigzags over its littered, massive world

andi...
| watch and love and
stuff this pregnant moment
| in the memory of

my mind.

linda faye bryant







June 12, 1968
To the editors and staff of The Rebel:

Having just completed your last attempt at literary anonymity, I feel
that you must be congratulated on having achieved the finite limit of
amorphously structured literature; finer works than yours lie rotting in
my wastebasket.

Encouragingly yours,
Richard Bleusang
Editor of The Delver
Greenlake College
Clocksburg, Illinois

TO EVERYONE THAT IS CONCERNED:

Ya'll have done a good job on The Rebel in the past. And one reason is
because you were up there in Old Austin and didnTt have anybody but me
to bother, and anybody but me to bother you. Well, and now that you are
down there on campus, smack in the middle of everything, you know why
it is that I preferred to maintain my existence in Old Austin. You see Old
Austin was not just a tradition, but perhaps the last stronghold of a fleet-
ing tradition"where people spoke in quiet voices, loved in a thousand
small ways, and were never too busy, or too crowded to take time out to
make a smile or understand another person. I enjoyed the cookies and
milk at night.

But down there in Wright youTve got a lot to put up with, and it is not
the place for me to be, by any means. I only hope the people that will
never understand what it is to be intransient, to live in the quick glimpse
of a passing sensation, so mute and so abstract, so indefinite that, well, it
is lost to most everyone. I only hope that those people will be a little
sympathetic with The Rebel and try to understand what it is like for some-
thing, anything, to exist in a foreign land.

But if I wish you any wish for this year, I will wish you a speedy exodus.
I really wish that you could return to the promised land. But one can never
regain the glory of the positive hour, I suppose. And time and prisons, so
much alike, are usually created by man for his own personal use.

Shucks,
Hulk,

Buenos Aires, Argentina

September 13, 1968

To the editor:
Last yearTs series of The Rebel magazine was fantastic; keep up the high
quality of your tremendous mag. Beware, however, of the excessive number
of enclitic words which your authors use, for these debased words reduce

~ the precision of careful writing. Otherwise, your creative efforts are fab!

un, Yours truly,

i taky Godfrey Bentz
fae Charlotte, N. C.
save youl.

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May 24, 1968
To the editor:

You and your cohorts must really have used a lot of Ben FranklinTs
midnight oil writing this yearTs Rebel. It is undoubtedly one of the best
university magazines in the United States. Where you got the time away
from your studies to produce such timeless works, I do not know.

Have a good summer; your overworked encephalons surely need the rest.

Yours praisingly,

John Trawls
U.S.C.G.C. Cape Cleare
c/o Postmaster

Perth, Australia

September 23, 1968
Rebel Staff:
: I just discovered your publication, The Rebel, the other day in the
periodicals room of Valparaiso UniversityTs library. My othank yous� for a
really dynamic, speaking ~magazine.T

Is The Rebel circulation confined to students and faculty of East Caro-
lina University? Do you have any subscription program offered? I would
really like to receive your editions for this school year"if the quality i8
still comparable to Fall/Volume One, 1967.

Thank you,
Shauna Haugen

Editorial policy: The Rebel welcomes all letters and manuscripts. The
letters and manuscripts should be typed, double-spaced, and signed by the
author. Letters should not exceed 500 words. Manuscripts running not
longer than 1500-2000 words will be more desirable for publication, due
to the format of the magazine. All manuscripts submitted for publication
will be returned to the author. (Manuscripts recewed in the mail should
include a self-addressed envelope, postage paid.) The Rebel reserves the
right to edit or change in any way all letters and manuscripts submitted
for publication.

The views expressed in The Rebel solely reflect the views of the student
writers and the editors of The Rebel. They do not necessarily reflect the
policies of East Carolina Unwersity.







EDITORIAL...

CONSCIENCE

In this issue of The Rebel we are dealing with
young people and young ideas. We are dealing
with the war in Vietnam and with the whole war
ethos in this country, and how it effects us.

Our featured interview is with the Rev. Channing
E. Phillips, the first black man ever to be nomi-
nated by a major political party for the office of
president of the United States. We spent the major
part of one afternoon talking with him about the
war in Vietnam, about politics, and about youth.

That evening when we returned to Raleigh-
Durham Airport and were filing out of the plane,
we overheard a man say to a stewardess, oWould
you ask the people in front to move aside so that
I can get outside with this flag? I have a body
out there to give it to.�

The man was an officer in the United States
Armed Forces.

When we were outside the plane, we paused to
watch the officer in the discharge of his duty. A
small baggage cart rolled up to the rear of the
plane. A wooden coffin slid from a baggage com-
partment. It was placed on the cart. Then the
officer gave his flag away. |

In this country, owar� has become a dirty word.
Yet, none of us with all the good will in the world
may stop it. We tend to forget that a whole world
is involved with war and no nation holds a copy-
right on death and destruction. If children die in
Vietnam, then children also die in Biafra, Indo-
nesia, Korea, Central America, Czechoslovakia,
and the United States.

The fault lies with the older generation. Our
predecessors, and theirs before them unto the first
generation. But for the present moment, a portion

of one generation with the dissenters from an
older generation have said, oNo.�

At East Carolina University we have seen the
meeting of these two ways of feeling. Perhaps it
took the stand of one individual to focus our at-
tention on the issue. Carl Duncan Stout refused
induction into the United States Armed Services.
He was convicted October 28 and sentenced to
five years in a federal prison.

We received a letter from a friend stationed in
Vietnam inquiring about StoutTs trial, and hoping
that he would be acquitted.

An ex-Marine sat quietly beside a hippie in a
peace vigil held in conjunction with the trial.
Some students carried signs protesting the vigil.
In huge letters near the site of the peace vigil was

the word oCONSCIENCE.�

We are young and we are caught up in the
life-flow of what is America. We are searching for
all the answers; for an equation for freedom and
understanding for all men, for love of a child we
have not seen.

In the spting issue of last year we raised the
question of what we will use freedom for. And
this fall we seem to be answering that question
with all kinds of commitments. In this issue we
have looked at what conscience is. We have ex-
amined what it is to be young and what it is to
question. A man must decide to close his eyes or
open them. Once his eyes are opened he cannot
resist the questions that are raised in his mind.

When we have heard all the songs and sadness
and we have listened and watched, then we must
conclude that life begins with a question.







Channing Phillips is the first black man
ever to be nominated by either major political
party to the presidency. He received 6714
votes for his nomination at the Democratic
National Convention.

He is the pastor of Lincoln Temple United
Church of Christ in Washington, D. C.

He is executive president of Housing De-
velopment Corporation, which is a private
enterprise concerned with building houses
for low income groups.

He is described as ~~one of the new Negro
leaders, militant, fiercely engaged.TT And he
says, o| am more interested in working
through the system, making representative
democracy work.�T

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interview

An article in the New York Times, August
30, described you as one of the ~~new Negro
leaders, militant, fiercely engaged . . . but
willing to give the Democratic process one
more chance.�T What do you think about this?

| believe | said o~Democratic Party;�T they
may have misquoted me. This was taken in
the context of the convention when we were
seeing the liberal interest prevented beyond
any chances . . . But, there was something
that was taking place at the Democratic Party
convention that was less dramatic than what
was conveyed by the news media"reforms
such as abolition of unit rule, and other
things.

Was Humphrey a part of the establish-
ment at the convention? What role, how much
of a role, did he play in the preventing of this
liberal force within the convention?

He was very much a part of the machine.
He was a large part of it. His role in the con-
vention suggests that he was operating and
relying on the establishment for his votes...
thatTs how his nomination came about.

Political analysts have suggested that or-
ganizations like the Southern Christian Lea-
dership Conference, and the Student Non-
Violent Coordinating Committee had difficulty
in oturning the black man onT for Hubert
Humphrey and the Democratic Party in gen-
eral, especially in the South. Do you agree?

No, | donTt agree at all. | really doubt
that. The black community has always been
the biggest solid support for the Democratic
party.

Do you think McCarthyTs endorsement of
Humphrey in the last round before the elec-
tion had any effect upon the election?

The people who followed McCarthy were
not really hero-worshippers, but were people

who were dedicated to certain principles.
And many people were affronted by Mc-
CarthyTs recent actions.

What do you think is the cause of all the
student unrest, and the violence, and the
riots in our cities and on our campuses? And
what do you think politics has to offer to this?
Neither of the parties seem to pay any atten-
tion to this protest.

But this is where | think there is a great
difference in the Democratic party and the
Republican party . . . There is a lot of talk
going on about the law and order issue, and
| donTt even want to give validity to that argu-
ment by discussing it. Any public official is
going to be concerned about law and order.
And every public official has a responsibility
to law and order. But we are dealing with
some pretty basic social problems; that is the
root of the whole problem. The Republicans
want to leave everything to private enterprise
and there are certain things that the eco-
nomic approach can produce. But any party
that is going to stabilize this country is going
to have to be concerned with socializing, to
enlist this particular kind of resource and
initiative. And | think the Democratic Party
has been concerned with doing this " re-
luctantly.

We hear so much about o~the war against
the young,� and so many people seem to be
turned off by what young people are trying to
do, and about their involvement. What do you
think about this?

Youth is always far-out with its idealism.
That is the joy of being young. It should be
looked on as an asset rather than a liability.
However, we feel there should be channels
so that their concern can be worked into con-
structive efforts rather than destructive ef-
forts. Again, | think the ideas that come from
youth need to be tempered by people that
have gone through the same thing. They cer-
tainly should be welcomed, however. | think
they have a lot to offer.

So many people seem to have dropped
out of politics, become disenchanted with the
system, after the assassination of Bobby
Kennedy. What do you think will be the re-
sults?

D Naar aa ee







The initial and expected action was that
people would draw back from the system...
but many people are back now working to
change the system along the ideals that Bob-
by Kennedy would have expected. You see,
the Kennedys were a machine, too, but they
were committed to different, humanitarian
ideals. Also, they were not afraid of using
power to achieve these ideals. Politics is
largely what you use power for. This willing-
ness on the part of the Kennedys is why the
charge of o~ruthlessTT got attached to Bobby
Kennedy so frequently.

Where does Hubert Humphrey fit in?

Humphrey is not constitutionally a part of
that hard core establishment. He has con-
sistently been a reformer. But at the present
he is hung up with these loyalties.

We were all turned off by the convention
and we wrote a letter of protest to John
OTBrien, Democratic National Committee
chairman. We got a letter back from Vice-
President Humphrey requesting us to investi-
gate and study the advisability of changing
convention procedures"in order to insure
open convention, free discussion, and logical
and orderly procedures.

Why did Humphrey, if he has consistently
been a reformer and a liberal, not modify his
stand on Vietnam and other issues after he
captured the nomination?

When we arrived at the convention we got
word that Johnson had 1612 votes in his
coat pocket, that were pledged to Johnson,
which meant he could have walked in the
convention and been nominated. This made
Humphrey, who is cautious by nature, to be
even more cautious. We had a minority Viet-
nam plank that everyone, including Hum-
phrey, supported at one time. Johnson
squashed it.

You weigh the strength of the McCarthy,
Kennedy peace people, and their efforts be-
ing scuttled by the more conservative ele-
ment. And you get all this antagonism. So
what you end up doing is trying to find some
delicate balance to go between them.

You describe yourself as a member of the
New Politics. What do you mean by that?

New politics only in the sense that we are

working against the establishment and for re-
form. New politics is marked by a real zeal
for reform, real appreciation for openness
and dialogue, and an emphasis on programs
aimed at social justice . . . We are far more
concerned with working through representa-
tive democracy than trying to recapture an
Athenian-type democracy, which many peo-
ple in the New Politics seem to be working
for.

What do you say to all the young people
who are tired of trying the system, who are

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saying for themselves they can no longer go
along with certain things? The young people
who are refusing induction into the Armed
Services, and the young people who are ad-
vocating Black Power?

| donTt tell them anything. You donTt put
an old head on young shoulders. It is a matter
of fighting for, and believing that time is nec-
essary for change. And you donTt know how
to transmit this to them. Perhaps a study of
theology and history to better understand
what kind of an animal man is would be good.

How do you interpret the liberal elementTs
flexing its muscles in the Democratic conven-
tion? Has there been any progress toward
getting out of Vietnam?







| interpret it as a victory of everything
that has gone on since 1965. The immediate
results of dissent were escalation of the war
by Johnson. But in terms of long-range re-
sults, the sentiment in this country is against
the war. Either presidential candidate would
have had to move quickly to end the war in
Vietnam and the means for doing that is
already set up.

After HumphreyTs loss, do you think the
liberal element in the party will reshape for
the 1972 election?

| have been continually involved with the
Democratic party and | believe there is a
surprising number of people who are deter-
mined to effect reform"to open up the chan-
nels, and accomplish reform"any society we
develop is going to have to work through
institutions. There are only two ways, really,
of accomplishing reform. One is working
through the system and the other is revolu-
tion. And | havenTt heard anyone talking se-
riously about revolution. You know the Re-
publicans had a chance to reform their party
after Goldwater in 1964. And what did they
do? They didnTt choose a Rockefeller or a
Lindsay; they chose Nixon.

Many people have called the Great Society
a flop. Jesse Unruh said the facts were that
we have escalated the war and we have not
put an end to poverty. What do you think
about that?

Obviously the Great Society has not been
accomplished. But significant things have
occurred. Certain programs"poverty pro-
grams have serious potential. But just for
example, the Headstart program, which has
had so much success, just missed going
down the drain by one vote in the Senate.
With the proper funding and administration,
these programs can produce some answers
and some results. But | am not talking about
just demonstration programs, or token pro-
grams.

Why do you think students are getting
involved?

As some people have suggested, | donTt
think theyTve been an injection of adrenalin
into the two political parties, but into the
whole system, as an indirect kind of thing.

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| am sure we are all becoming increasingly
disturbed over the war in Vietnam and the
war ethos in this country. That particular ap-
proach in philosophy was making in-roads in-
to their own lives"that the state was making
it difficult for them to pursue their own lives.

People are being dramatically affected in
this country. They know of some of the
horrors that are going on on foreign soil un-
der the American banner of good will. And
it has forced them to look.

The defense budget drains funds from
other areas of need. And we have increasing
unrest in the city because our needs have
outpaced our ability to get the needs met"
and this is due largely to the fact that our
energies have been focused elsewhere. They
see all this. There are all sorts of complex
reasons why young people are becoming in-
volved.

What do you think about the way the
news media has portrayed the American
youth, especially after the Democratic con-
vention?

| donTt find that students everywhere are
being turned off, as the media has suggested.
As a matter of fact, they are committed and
they are working. They are looking, and are
deeply concerned about the responsible thing
to do.

Do you think we can do anymore than we
are doing about getting out of Vietnam?

Oh, yes. | have said all along that we
should follow the proposals of Senator George
McGovern"immediate end in the bombing;
phased withdrawal of U. S. troops . . . when
Truman sent troops to support the French
after World War II, and at the same time Ho
Chi Minh and the North Vietnamese were get-
ting up a government, with the preamble of
their constitution exactly the same as our
Declaration of Independence . . . when Tru-
man was asked about this, he replied that the
Vietnamese were not ready for independence.
Well, thatTs just the same thing weTve been
hearing all along in this country, and you can
disguise it as all sorts of things, but what it
boils down to is racism.

PFC, JRR







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October Dusk

Light flutters through October skies

Like golden finches flying through the trees,

Like amber leaves in autumn swirling through the dusk,
Like summer-yellow butterflies over copper fields;
Then suddenly bright yellow, dark amber, brilliant gold,
Are caught on wild, dark winter winds

Blowing sharp and cold.

We are most afraid when birds have flown
And we are here alone to watch the night come in.

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Ll yg the wired

Antique gold,

Flash of red,

Who believed me
When | said

Beauty cannot last?

Mellow ochre,
Russett brown,
Molten glory

Falling down

Lost along the wind.





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|. see my-face " |

=. in a dark riverflowing

| hear my voice
in a.wild wind blowing

: ~| and the faces of those who have gone before
oand the voices of those who are no more

deep in the forest a child is crying
deep in my heart a love is dying







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there is only this;
a firefly,

a pine tree, . ea
and brackish water eating away -
the sand; " e

the smell of honeysuckle



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OCTOBER, I3 1965

It does not matter now that
(in his favorite month)
the dogwood stands scarlet in the wood,
each leaf patterned in perfection
(as if molded in ceramics class,
glazed, baked in the sun)
or that gold spangles in the maple trees
(and children, laughing, run
through fallen leaves as they did yesterday)
or that the haunting cries of wild ducks
crack against the sky
or that we loved him always
you and |

and all those grand and glorious words
that the preacher read
do not matter
he
is
dead

A Symphony Of Sorrow

The wind weeps

And we weep with the wind;

Our tears mingle

With the tears of the wind: the rain,
That thrums a symphony of sorrow
Against my window,

We are lonely
As the wind is lonely.

We know a special sorrow

Late on spring-sweet April nights
When cherry blossoms filter
Through the silver fingers

Of the rain.

We know a throbbing pain,

Heart-deep, when thunder roars
Along the heat of summer afternoons
And water washes down the dusty sky.

We give a sudden cry

In late October

When a blind and bitter wind

Sweeps down from the dark mountains.

We understand:
The wind

Cannot blow away
Our sorrow;

And the rain
Cannot wash away
Our pain.







FICTION

High Time

Joshua Daniels was getting ready to leave for
the furniture store when he got the call. It was
eight o'clock, and the early autumn Saturday
morning was dusty warm with the promise of a
beautiful day.

oHello, Josh?�

oYeah.� Josh was not notably pleasant in the
morning.

oSheriff Mason. Got one for you. Nigger young-
un, two years old. James Whitley called me Tbout
it. His tenantTs chile. Looks funny to me. Young-
unTs eyes look like they been poked out. ITm callinT
the store down here at JacksonTs Cross. Tenant
house is "bout a mile from here.�

oAlright, Mason. I'll meet you at the store in
twenty minutes.� Joshua pushed down the small
black button on the phone, released it, and dialed
the furniture store. His assistant manager answer-
ed. oBill? Mr. Daniels. Got a coronerTs call down
at JacksonTs Crossroads. ProbTly wonTt be in this
morning. Hell, itTs Saturday. I wonTt be in all day.�
Josh stared fixedly at a hazy yellow chrysanthe-
mum in the flower print over the phone table and
nodded into the receiver as he listened. oRight.
See you Monday morning.� Josh put down the
receiver and tore his gaze away from the yellow
chrysanthemum in the picture that had been a
favorite of his wifeTs. He ran a hand through his
thinning gray hair, cursed his part-time coronerTs
job, and walked out of the house.

The September scenes on either side of the
highway were as familiar to Josh as the yellow
flower in his own hall. He was hardly aware of
anything all the way to JacksonTs Crossroads. He
didnTt have to be. Josh already knew how dust
billowed, blotting out the machine and the man
on it who was ripping peanuts from earth that
hadnTt felt the cool, soaking goodness of rain in
two months. He knew how the Negro men and
women called back and forth and joked and
laughed and sang sad songs while they stacked
the peanuts around tall poles in another field, and
how the dry, hard clods of dirt crumbled beneath
the lighter soles of bare black feet, tough like the
feet of animals from years of walking barefoot on
rough wooden floors and rocky paths, and dry,

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hard clods of dirt as well as through mud that was
ankle deep sometimes. Josh knew these things. He
knew how combines grabbed up ripe ears of corn
and left the stubbles of stalks poking up from flat
fields like a three-day beard. Josh hadnTt been
living in Drayton County for sixty-nine years for
nothing. He knew his part of the county well.

When Josh arrived at the Crossroads, Sheriff
Mason was sitting leaned up against the unpaint-
ed country store in a slat-backed chair. The round,
red-faced man didnTt move until Josh parked his
pickup and got out and walked past the Texaco
gas pumps and the hand-lettered sign that said,
in shaky letters, o$1.50 GAS FOR EVERY SIL-
VER DOLLAR.� Just when Josh got up even with
the tin Stanback sign, Mason abruptly lowered
the front two legs of the chair to the grease-stained
ground and sprang from his seat in a motion
startling for such a heavy man.

oWe'll take my car, Josh. LetTs go.� The two
men, one short and plump, the other as tall and
narrow and hard-looking as one of the peanut
poles in the field across the way, climbed into the
tan Ford with the blue light on top. Mason talked.

oIT already been out there. There was eight
younguns in the fambly. The folksTs both twenty-
eight, they say. Been married eight years. This
little one whatTs dead was sleepinT in the bed with
five others last night"just a four-room house"
but when Lucy"thatTs the womanTs name, Lucy
Brown"when Lucy got up this morninT, the chile
was lyinT up against the wall on the floor in the
front room. Dead. The niggers ain~t touched her
when I got there. Lucy said her man wouldnTt
let her move the chile. ItTs still lyinT up against
that wall. Eyes gone. Slam gone.� Sheriff Mason
stopped in a flurry of dust on the edge of the dirt
road. Josh saw a typical-looking tenant house on
the right. It was small, dilapidated, and had never
been painted. One corner of the little porch hung
nearly to the ground, a cinder block holding it
up. The yard was dirt, with the roots of one big
elm sticking out all over. A half-dozen or so dusty
black children were visible in the edge of a pine
thicket behind the house. There was an outhouse
back there, too.

The two white men stretched their legs across
the ditch and finally stepped gingerly on the
rotten porch. Mason knocked lightly on the ripped
and rusted screen door. Looking inside, Josh could
dimly make out a white mound against the wall
on the other side of the room. A young, slim Negro
woman moved easily from the back of the house.
She held a baby on one hip, and buttoned the top
of her faded cotton dress as she walked the few

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feet across the room. She didnTt speak as she
opened the door.

oLucy, this hereTs Joshua Daniels, the county
coroner. Josh, this hereTs Lucy Brown.� Lucy nod-
ed faintly and murmured. The baby regarded the
men seriously with round, black button eyes.

oSit, wonTt you?� Lucy indicated a pine pew,
cast off in the remodeling of some country church
nearby. She took an armless rocker across from
the pew and sat the baby on the bare floor at her
feet. Settling, she folded her hands in her lap and
fixed her eyes first on Mason, then on Josh. Josh
took out his VC fertilizer notebook and Baker In-
surance Agency ballpoint pen.

oNow, Lucy, ITm real sorry to have to question
you, but itTs got to be done. STpose you just tell
me what you can.�

The light falling through a dirt-streaked window
played murkily on the long, slim hands of the
Negro woman as they worked in her lap.

oAllTs I know is Elsie Lou war fine when I put
her to bed lasT night, anT when I gets up dis mor-

oragged caverns
gaped... �

nen to go to de fields, she war lyen dere on de floT
like dat.� LueyTs eyes rolled toward the little
mound against the wall. oShe dinTt say nuthen or
even move whens [ hollered at her to get up offTn
dat floT. Den I looks closter anT I seen her eyes
like dat.� Lucy closed her own eyes for a minute,
remembering, Josh guessed. oSo I call George, anT
he went anT call Mustah Whutley.� The busy
hands quieted when the throaty voice did.

oGeorge is your husband?� Josh was making
notes on the light blue lines in the little pad in
his hand.

oVassah�

oWhatTs his full name?�
oGeorge Washington Brown, suh.�

Josh slipped his pad and pen into his shirt
pocket, got up and walked over to the sheet-
covered body. He picked up one edge of the sheet
and pulled the cloth back from the body of the
child. Josh had worked in a funeral home for
nearly thirty years before taking this coronerTs
position, and heTd been coroner for four years, but
he had seen few worse-looking sights than this.







The small black child lay curled on the floor,
clothed only in a filthy diaper and undershirt. She
might have been asleep, except that where closed
eyelids should have been, ragged caverns gaped
instead. In the inside corner of the right eye was
a small, perfectly round hole, exactly the right
size for a twenty-two bullet. But Josh was pretty
sure it wasnTt a bullet hole. When he kneeled down
for a closer look, holding his breath against the
smell of dirty diapers and death and just dirt, he
noticed the tiny, fine scratches across the bridge
of the flat nose. There were three of them. Josh
was pretty sure how they got there, but he wanted
somebody else to say it.

He took the body to Chapel Hill himself. The
stateTs coroner there told him he was right"rats.
Rats had taken Elsie LouTs eyes and had left three
tiny scratches and a perfectly round hole. But the
rats didnTt kill Elsie Lou. Elsie Lou had been dead
a while. when the rats found her up against that
wall. The stateTs coroner thought from his prelimi-
nary autopsy that Elsie Lou had died from some
kind of poison. Josh would get a full report Thurs-
day. Five days to wait.

Sunday afternoon when Josh drove up to the
tenant house where Elsie Lou had died, maybe
from poisoning, Lucy was sitting in the same arm-
less rocker she had occupied the day before, but
the chair had been placed outside in the dust
under the elm tree. The baby sat listlessly in
LucyTs meager lap, and next to Lucy a tremendous
colored woman in a pink checkered gingham dress
and wide-brimmed navy straw hat was imposing
on a rickety little folding chair of early funeral
home vintage. The fat woman heaved herself to
her feet as Josh approached.

oTTs shoT is sorrowed obout liTl Elsie. TfTn I can
holp you wid de chirrun or somepin, jes let me
know. I jes leave dis heah olT cheer I brung, Lucy
Brown. You be needen it, what wid fokes vis-ten
anT all.� She talked carefully around a wad of
snuff, tilting her head back slightly against the
possibility of loosing a drop of the juice.

oMuch obliged, Queen Esther,� Lucy said, re-
adjusting the baby on her lap. Josh sat down in
the rickety chair Queen Esther had left. He
watched the colored woman shuffle away down
the dirt road, the wide expanse of pink checkered
gingham straining across her fleshy buttocks at
every move. A fine powder of dust rose around her
feet. When she paused by a clump of goldenrod
on the ditchbank to spit and Josh couldnTt hear
the brown tobacco juice hit the ground, he turned
to Lucy.

oLucy, have you ever seen rats in your house?�

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oJosh told the
voice to go to

hei

oYassah.� Lucy looked at him, but offered no
further information.

oHave you ever tried to get rid of those rats,
Lucy?�

oNawsah.�

oYou ainTt never put out no rat poison?�

oNawsah. I ainTt nevah put out no pizen. ITs
skeered to. DeyTs allas a baby crawlen Tround de
place. I war a-feared lest dayTd git it. Elsie Lou
warnTt quite right, neither. She ainTt nevah learnt
how to walk. She got into mosT evahthin dat was
near de floT.� Lucy sighed deeply, exhausted from
her unaccustomed long speech.

Josh, not quite knowing why, took Lucy Brown
at her word. He pursued another angle.

oWhat did Elsie Lou have to eat Friday night?�

oDat gov-mint oatmeal, sameTs alls usTn. TCept
she anT Eugene heah"he de baby"dey had Cah-
nation milk wid it stead oT water.�

oYou mean the surplus oatmeal they give out
in sacks?�

"Yassan.�

Josh asked more questions. He found out that
Lucy had been at home all night Friday night.
George had gone down to the oshop� after supper
and returned about midnight, drunk. He was in-
side drunk that Sunday afternoon, too. Josh gave
up and went home.

The stateTs coroner called Josh at the furniture
store Thursday. His guess about the poisoning had
been wrong. He said tests showed that Elsie Lou
had died from pneumonia and a blood disease he
called osickle cells.� Sickle cell anemia, he told
Josh, is usually found only in Negroes. The disease
had something to do with the red blood cells be-







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coming shaped like sickles instead of round like
they were supposed to be. When that happened,
they couldnTt carry enough oxygen, best Josh
could understand. It was still the rats bothering
Josh. Somebody had to do something.

That afternoon Joshua Daniels called the Dray-
ton County Welfare Department. He told the
woman who answered about Elsie Lou and her
family and the rats. She said he should call the
health department. He did. A woman answered
there, too. Josh told her the story in detail.

oYes, I see,� the woman said, oThat is a pity.
Well, Mr. Daniels, we certainly thank you for call-
ing us, but I declare we just donTt have a soul to
send out there right now. DonTt know when we
will. Sounds like youTve done a mighty fine job
of investigating this thing. Maybe you'd like to go
on and follow it through yourself.� The voice on
the phone sounded as cheerful as a recording. Josh
told the voice to go to hell.

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He sat down at his 1946-model typewriter and
pecked out an angry letter to his Congressman.
He told the Honorable exactly what Joshua Dan-
iels thought of the way his tax money was being
spent. He said he thought it was high time for
somebody to do something about the situation at
home, and high time for the government to stop
spending so damn much money elsewhere. He told
the Honorable that there were children in his own
district who were starving and being eaten by
rats and that the welfare department and the
health department were too busy to do anything
about it. Wanted him to go. They were getting
paid for that kind of work, not Joshua Daniels.

As soon as he mailed the letter, Josh went home,
took two Sominex, drank a glass of warm milk,
and went to bed. It was 7:30 p.m. Out at Jack-
sonTs Crossroads, Lucy Brown had just gotten in
from the fields. She was stirring up a pot of oat-
meal for supper.







o...0Ur course is resolute,
our conviction is firm...we
Shall not be diverted from
doing what is necessary in
the cause of freedom.�

President Johnson, June 1966





















This is the year of sternness and steel,
No more roses and no more smiles;
We have no time to think or feel,

For we must travel the painful miles,

Far to a land where thousands die,
Brave men locked in a vicious game;
Far to a land where thousands lie,
Unwept, unknown, looking the same;

Looking the same in the steaming swamps,
Felled by snipers they could not see;
Looking the same draped in the flag,
Striped and starred and flowing free.

This is the year of steel and sternness,
No more laughter and no more song;
This is the year of tears and sadness,
This is the year that all went wrong.

Claire Pittman





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interview.

Carl, give us a brief background of your his-
tory as a conscientious objector. Why and
when did you start? How did you get where
you are now?

| was a student here. | had a 2-S (student)
deferment with a 2-A (occupational defer-
ment) impending. So | left school and took a
job in Washington. It took about a week after
getting out of school before | got my in-
duction papers.

I'd always disliked the idea of the draft.

As the heat increased, | thought more and
more about going to Canada. Then, just by
talking to people and reading things, | start-
ed to think about the draft. Why? What didnTt
| like about it? | guess | got this questioning
attitude from Tolstoi. He said that it is not
only the Christians, but all ~~justTT people who
must refuse to be soldiers. | couldnTt under-
stand what he was saying"about the ~~justTT
people"because | thought it was only Quak-
ers who were opposed to the war. Tolstoi said
you had to have a religious feeling about
this. So this hung in my mind and | did a lot
of thinking.

Then | took my physical and | knew | would
be inducted within a month. | finally went to
see Dr. Harold Shirfer from the National Ser-
vice Board.

He explained the C-O (Conscientious Ob-

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jector) Form 150 to me and showed me that
you didnTt have to be solely religious to apply
for C-O classification. If you had any religious
beliefs or training that did correspond with
conscientious objection to military service,
you could fill out the C-O Form 150 on that
basis alone.

| went ahead and applied for my C-O 150
form and my draft board sent back a letter
saying that they would make no recommen:
dation. | was going to be inducted as ordered.

We appealed to the state director and the
national director, and postponed the induc-
tion for a month and a half. It finally came
down to the fact that | would have to go for
induction"I wouldnTt get the C-O classifica-
tion. So | went through all the formal pre-
induction ceremonies and then refused to
step forward, thus formally saying that | re-
fused. | was free to return home under the
impression that | would be indicted by a
grand jury. About a month after that, the
Alexandria Grand Jury indicted me. | was re-
leased in their trust and under a ten-thous-
and-dollar bond. Then | started thinking that
| really didnTt care if | had to go to jail, but
that soon disappeared and | thought about
going to Canada. | was living in Washington
and | had access to information about going
to Canada.

| went there for a month to look it over
with the serious intention of staying. When
you get up there, the attitude changes. You
donTt feel yourself honoring your conscience
as much as you think youTre getting away
from a bum rap in the United States. And itTs
a creepy feeling; you know thereTs a lack of
sincerity"that itTs really not a pure feeling.
YouTre missing something or youTre not stick-
ing with what your conscience says to the
end.

| say that if | went to Canada, ITd be honor-
Ing my conscience and that was all that was
important. | could go back to school, get a
job, and become a Canadian. Here is a hang:
up: it would be difficult being exiled. And
then, there was another argument on the
other side: if you wanted to press the issue
of conscience, if you wanted to challenge it,

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then the only place to do that would be in
the United States of America " because
thatTs where you do have the right to do
so"by law.

This went through my mind and | got to
the point where | realized that living exiled
in Canada was kind of a delusion. ItTs not
easy exile because youTre cutting off a hell
of a lot of your life"twenty-one years of your
life"by way of Canada. Even though itTs easy
to accept, you dispel everything you know
because there you're under a different gov-
ernment and living with different people.
ThereTs even a different language, and a dif-
ferent way of thinking.

It is the law that | must go to jail, so I'll
take it straight and say to hell with it. To hell
with it. Sure, jails can be unpleasant at times.
But the most important thing is why youTre
doing it. Is it worth a damn? | think it is. |
think that ITm getting to the point where just
refusing induction, going to jail, and paying
the price isnTt enough.

ITve never demonstrated against the war.
ITve never joined SDS (Students for a Demo-
cratic Society) or any such groups. ITve never
been violent, nor have | ever been violently
opposed to U. S. involvement in Vietnam. ITm
just opposed to war.

Today people are thinking this way; ~~Ah,
it's only two years, itTs American, and every-
body does it. And if you donTt do it, youTre
unpatriotic.�

To me, patriotism is something that starts
from the inside. Nobody owes the country a
thing. Really, when you get right down to it,
you do not owe the United States one thing.
However, if you believe in the country, you
will want to do whatever you can for it"but
this must come from inside. As for me, ITm
starting not to believe in the country as it is.
But, | believe that it can be changed.

What are you facing in prison?
What do you expect?

| expect a four or five year sentence, prob-
ably a five year sentence. However, | will be
available for parole after two years. | donTt
know too much about prison itself. | will just
have to play it by ear. | donTt really care about

prison life other than the fact that itTs going
to be boring, upsetting, and unpleasant. The
first thing in my mind is to get the education
or understanding | need so when | get out |
won't go around spitting on the United States
trying to find work.

Have you thought about the things youTre
giving up? Girls, worldly pleasures,

things like that?

| try not to. ThatTs a bum_rap. ITm lucky.
ITve got the frame of mind where | think ITm
not too involved. ITm not in love with any-
body right now. | think | can do it a lot easier
than if | had a family.

Are you afraid that going to jail might
make you bitter or caustic?

No, | take it in all seriousness, though ITm
far above all this. ThatTs my token.

Could it have a conditioning effect on you?

| donTt think it could at all. ITm going to
hate every day of getting up and doing the
cell march.

After youTve been all through this, do you
think that it would have made you a more
disciplined person?

Only in my own thinking. Only in develop-
ing my own thoughts. ThatTs all | care for.
In discipline, | think I'll always be free"
thatTs the first thing in life.

A couple of weeks ago you discussed what
you could and could not do in prison. What
about letters, books, and typewriters?

| think the number of letters one can re-
ceive is unlimited. The number you can write
is severely limited. | think you can write four
or five letters a month of three pages each.
You canTt sit there and write novels as you
please and you donTt have a typewriter. It
just doesnTt exist because it is a prison. You
march and do things. There are a lot of small







jobs. ItTs going to be an experience of which
| have no idea. ItTs like going to camp for the
first time because ITm not one of the regular
inmates. The feeling is like this.

When you get out of prison, youTll still be
unable to vote and there will be some
amount of discrimination in jobs and hiring.

ITm not worrying about it. I'll be able to
vote for certain things and | wonTt be going
into jobs that will discriminate against me.

Some draft resistors have refused 1-A-O
status because they felt they were still
supporting the war effort. Do you feel
this way?

| was offered a 1-A-O and refused it on two
grounds. First of all | donTt like the idea of
being connotated as a religious objector. ITm
a C-O from reading and talking to people; itTs
not all religious. The second thing: if | were
a 1-A-O perhaps | could take it and then do as
the military does. If after six months theyTd
tell me to load bombs, ITd have to refuse and
take a court martial. When you take the mili-
tary oath you say youTll do any damn thing
that youTre asked to do. You follow any orders
unless especially exempt from them. | donTt
think | can take that oath with my conscience
clear.

Do you feel that accepting C-O status will be
in some ways compromising with the draft?

Sure it is! ThatTs why | have hesitations
and reservations about it.

Do you feel that any kind of agreement other
than complete resistance to the draft is a
compromise?

Sure. ThatTs a very clear thing. Unfor-
tunately most people that resist are resisting
on the grounds that the United States is
wrong in Vietnam, that Ho Chi Minh is right.
This isnTt conscience as much as a violent
political reaction. So, youTve got to be able to
draw a fine line. As far as the draft goes, itTs
really out cf date; itTs really way too old.
What if we win the war in Vietnam?

Win the war? That doesnTt make a differ-

ence to me. | kind of hope we lose the war in
Vietnam.

Do you think the draft itself is wrong?

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The war must be stopped first. Not no
draft today, though. We all talk about the
voluntary military service; maybe that will
work. | think itTs a Republican goal because
itTs always issued by Republicans.

Do you feel that this violation of the draft
law is an effective stand against the draft
or against the war in Vietnam?

You see, ITm still a little o~me-centered.�T
| donTt look upon this as doing something
good for the United States of America. Maybe
there is some good. If | thought | was doing
this to make America a better place, it would
not be right because | donTt feel patriotic.

When Thoreau went to jail for tax evasion,
Emerson asked, o~Why are you here?�T And
he answered, ~~Why arenTt you here?TT Do
you feel that way about other people; that
someone who is against the war in Vietnam
should be taking similar steps youTre taking?

I'd like to see it but | wouldnTt say theyTd
have to because ITve only worked this in my-
self. ItTs something you develop. For myself,
I'd say go to jail. But | couldnTt say that to
you. You'd have to find it on your own. ITd
say look into it.

Are they taking conscientious objectors
to a certain prison?

Yes, | understand thatTs the way it goes
ItTs not guaranteed; thereTs no way of tellin
for sure.

In Pennsylvania?

Pennsylvania or Connecticut.
Is it a prison or a prison camp?

It's a camp.

Where you'll be doing farming or something
on that order?

Yes ... itTs delightful!

oO
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Pro; BMJ ARP, TER, JCC







ZMEVIEVVS

(VIETNAM! VIETNAM! by Felix Greene, Palo
Alto: Fulton Publishing Co. 1966, 175 pp.)

Vietnam is: a nation of tragedy, a nation of
sorrow, a nation oppressed and violated by the
ravages of imperialism; a people tortured into pain
by unthinking statesmen and barbarous soldiers.

Inside a benign orange cover the author presents
this case of Vietnam to the American people. The
author, a British citizen who has lived in America
more than half his life, imparts to his readers the
terror of this particular war. The torturing of Viet-
namese while GITs stand by is pictured, as are
napalmed children and bombed nursery schools.

Perhaps the inhumanity of this war would not
be so unacceptable were it not for the reasons of
AmericaTs intervention. Eisenhower, on August 4,
1953, is quoted as describing the situation this
way:

oNow let us assume that we lost Indochina . . .
The tin and tungsten that we so greatly value
from that area would cease coming . . . So when
the United States votes 400 million dollars to
help that war, we are not voting a give-away
program. We are voting for the cheapest way
that we can to prevent the occurrence of some-
thing that would be of a most terrible signifi-
cance to the United States of America, our se-
curity, our power and ability to get certain
things we need from the riches of the Indo-
chinese territory and from Southeast Asia.�

Insensibly, according to Mr. Greene, the U. S.
is engaged in trying to keep the pieces of French
Indochina from falling into the communistsT
hands. In the first portion of the book, he pre-
sents photographic evidence against a monolithic,
communist-inspired attempt to subjugate the
Vietnamese. The real situation is that of a des-
perate people seeking help in their struggle against
colonial masters. His selection of photos elicits
empathy from the viewer; one sees a destitute
people turn towards the socialist countries as their
only hope for support after the West turns away,
disinterested. |

In the second portion of the book, the author,

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via the medium of well-written prose, describes
step by step the history of modern Vietnam from
colony to battleground. Well documented, the
writing vividly portrays the Vietnamese people in
combat against a foreign power from a vastly
different land onine thousand miles away.�

The horror AmericaTs war has inflicted upon
the Vietnamese and the arrogant use of our power
seldom has been better presented than in this
work. The total aim of the work was best describ-
ed in the foreword:

oNever before has the young manhood of Amer-
ica been thrust into such a conflict or ordered
to fight with methods that outrage both the
formal provisions. of international law and the
more general laws of our common humanity.�

This book of stark photographs and concise
history is a good statement of an aspect of the
Vietnam War that too many Americans prefer to
ignore. Vietnam! Vietnam! should be read.

Photographs from the book are found on pages
21-26.

by John Fulton

with photographs by some oi the world's

Dy FELIM GREEN!
leading news-photographers







(The Aspirin Age, ed. Isabel Leighton. New
York: Simon and Schuster, Inc., 491 pp. $2.45)

The story of America between two world wars,
from 1919 to 1941, a time of tension and chaos,
interspersed with events which seemed to consti-
tute one headache after another"this is the story
of the Aspirin Age.

Isabel Leighton says in her preface: o. . . the
United States of the twenties and thirties appears

. as a strange, uncharted, and enchanted land;
so many of the personalities and events that chal-
lenged our imaginations during that time now
seem almost to have been part of a spell...
hectic, frenzied, not always beneficent . . . cast
over the entire country. We seem to have fluct-
uated between headaches: sometimes induced by
prohibition, more frequently by the fevered pace
of the times. During these throbbing years we
searched in vain for a cure-all, coming no closer
to it than the aspirin bottle.�

The Aspirin Age is a group of historical writings
brought to life. The most famous and the most in-
famous events of these two decades are revealed
with a great degree of perception by twenty-two
authors who were close to the times and the
events. Novelist Wallace Stegner, for example,
author of The Big Rock Candy Mountain and the
currently popular All the Little Live Things, con-
tributes the story of Father Charles E. Coughlin,
oThe Radio Priest and His Flock.� This is a first-
hand account of Coughlin, who, Stegner remem-
bers, had oone of the great speaking voices of the
twentieth century. Warmed by the touch of Irish
brogue, it . . . was a voice made for promises.�

Arthur Schlesinger, Jr., writes of the problems
which were bequeathed to Franklin D. Roosevelt
in oThe First Hundred Days of the New Deal,�
and Charles Jackson (at the time a script writer
for CBS) transports us to the night of October 30,
1938, oThe Night the Martians Came,� as he re-
calls the panic which struck the entire nation as
a result of Orson WellesT radio program about an
invasion from Mars.

Dry, factual historical data is replaced by skill-
ful interpretations of the tense, dramatic, demand-
ing, and exciting events which comprised the
Aspirin Age.

By Judy Coggins

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=O UURE

The Source, by James Michener, is the story of
twelve thousand years of history of the Hebrew
people. Michener accomplishes this seemingly
fantastic feat in one volume by telling stories con-
cerning the artifacts uncovered by an archeologist,
Dr. John Culline, and his crew. Intermittently
Michener flashes back to the twentieth century
to carry on his main story, which takes place at
the Tell of Makor, a osilent mound in the Holy
Land.� The word oMakor� means osource� in the
old Hebrew language, and it is from this word
that Michener draws his beginnings, not only the
beginnings of the Hebrew people, but the begin-
ning of mankind and his quest for the source of
all being. Throughout his history, man has sought
a god. From manTs meager beginning in the caves
of the East, he has looked for a higher being. He
began out of fear, as Michener shows in his first
family, the family of Ur. Then, as manTs relation-
ship to God matured, he became aware of the
transcendency of God. ManTs evolving ideas and
quest for understanding are MichenerTs main
themes, threaded through the centuries of history.

Michener also deals with present-day problems
of the people of Israel. The threat of the Arab
minority to the people of Israel; the family life of
the kibbutz (collective farm), shown by the
workers in the crew who work on the mound; the
relationship between Israel and the American
Jews, shown by the interaction between the Amer-
ican Jewish millionaire and the Jews of the kib-
butz; the building of a new Jewish nation by the
importation of refugees to work on the Tell; and
the conflict between the old Jewish practices and
the new are skillfully and sympathetically pre-
sented.

The book, despite its length, is rewarding; it
does convey to its reader a sense of wonder at the
evolution of man and a fresh insight into his re-
lationship with God and the eternal.

By Judy Coggins

igi







(AliceTs Restaurant, by Arlo Guthrie. Reprise Re-
cords, Burbank, California, RS-6267)

Everyone is talking about AliceTs Restawrant"
that is where you can get everything you want.
At the Newport Folk Festival (July, 1967) Arlo
Guthrie, the son of Woody Guthrie, who is famous
for oThis Is Your Land� and other dustbowl bal-
lads, walked right in, sat down, and began strum-
ming his guitar and singing his song.

The song is a one-stanza job composed by Guth-

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rie, which is sung at the beginning and the end of
a 20-minute monologue, called the story of oThe
AliceTs Restaurant Massacree.�

When he first sang the song at the Newport
Festival he sang for a small group of people on a

_ Saturday afternoon. At present, the story of oThe

AliceTs Restaurant Massacree� is being made into
a film to be released soon.

It is a otrue� story: Guthrie was arrested for
littering garbage in 1965 in Stockbridge, Massa-
chusetts. The story is about a young man who is
visiting these people who live in a church. He vol-
unteers one morning to carry a truck-load of gar-
bage, emptied from the downstairs of the church,
out to the city dump. He is arrested for littering
because the dump was closed and he deposited the
garbage on the side of the hill where another pile
of garbage was already forming.

Because of his conviction in Stockbridge, when
he goes to the U.S. Armed Forces induction center
he is told that he is not morally fit to be drafted
into the Armed Services. He has previously ex-
plained to them that he is most eager to kill peo-
ple. And when he is rejected he queries, oYou
want to know if T'm moral enough to join the
Army, burn women, kids, houses and villages, after
being a litter-bug?�

At any rate, that is the story. And the song and
the story blend all those American past-times and
parodies that we cherish so dearly into one ex-
pression.

But underlying all of this subtle fun is a more
subtle message of protest against the utter in-
sanity of these things that are so American, and
that Americans in the post-World War II decades
have become so conditioned to accept.

Guthrie says, oAnd the only reason ITm singinT
you this song now is because you may know of
somebody in a similar situation. Or you may be in
a similar situation. And if you are in a situation
like that then thereTs only one thing you can do,
is walk into the shrink wherever you are and say,
oShrink, you can get anything you want at AliceTs
Restaurant.�

Later, he adds, oCan you imagine 50 people a
day walkinT in, singinT a bar of AliceTs Restaurant,
and walkinT out? And friends, they may think its
a movement. And thatTs what it is"The AliceTs
Restaurant Anti-Massacree movement. And all
youTve got to do to join is to sing it the next time
it comes around on the guitar"with feelinT.�

That is what AliceTs Restaurant is about. It is
American"just as American as Motherhood and

bee

Apple Pie. But youTve got to sing it owith feelinT.
JRR







moe Pry

1

the burnt leaves
chasing themselves in the fire

the burnt child

madly in love with desire

the old man

turning his years into stone
the young child

culling the sky for a bone

such is the world
such is the sky
such is the evening
turning in a catseye

HX

2

wandering inside the sea
tongues of fire on the sand
waving between green fingers
orange fish fight

silver shadows

for a look at dawn

inside a rosé shell

tentacles

HHH

3

spread sand shadowflat
against the whorling wind
that marrows all

the bones

upon the silken coast
dawn

among broken shells

and lost teeth

Robert McDowell

I shall soar with wings

Of youth and daring "

Walk empty-pocketed } \
Through the world "

Play roulette

Flip coins

Have workable whims "
After I learn

How to fly.

Linda M. Texter

34





Let Valor End My Days

I have not quite figured out

Yet

How I would like to end

My days. :

I donTt really believe any calculation
lmight make

Would affect my going hence.
The whence

Is still a puzzle to me, and so |
The hence

Cannot be so cleverly contrived
As it could be

If I knew what it was all about.
I do wish

I could make an exit with some dignity.

Beyond that

I have no certain wishes, no will
To leave

As an imposition upon my kith
And kin.

I only wish to find some honorable

Way

To have a more or less"probably less"

Honorable

Demise"te Deum laudamus, te dominum .. .

Did I mention God"

oPowers,� oEssences,� oSomethingT"would be a more

Accurate statement.

Is there any valor in that, would you say?

F. Sorensen

35

Kin to Mountains

Kin to the wind am I

Kin to the grey-green sage
Kin to striated mountains
Of multi-colored sandstone
Kin to the roadrunner
And chipmunk

And swift-flying antelope
Kin to the desert

And rocks of strange texture
The wind-worn monoliths
Starkly thrust up from _
The valley floor

Kin to the contrast

And startling loveliness
Of a desert world.

F. Sorensen

WHOSE FAULT

Killing is a fault

Of the time we live in

The time we live in

Is a fault of being human
Being human is a fault

Of God and Devil in creation
The Devil is a necessary error
On the part of God

Is oGod� a mistake

On the part of man?

F. Sorensen







ANAXIMANDER

Man evolved from fishes "

As Bertrand Russell says,

oWhether our brethren of the deep
Cherish equally delicate

Sentiments towards us is not recorded�

I knew a man who cherished
Remarkably tender sentiments
Toward fish. He caught them only
And if they were big ones
Weighed and measured them, then
Threw them back to catch again

He was a true conservationist

Angry when some foreigner from Pittsburgh
Caught his pet fish and ate it

But I have learned since

That he suffered from diverticulitis

And was no more supposed to eat

Fish than corn and nuts

And fibrous foods " that perhaps

Helped him to his tender regard for fish

What regard the fish had for him
I never did find out.

F. Sorensen

SIX FOOT

Man,

how deep are the holes

you crawl back
into?

bird on my fence av

he said.

Bird on my fence
turning nervously from side to side, Why are

Good Morning!

Blue was the bird on my fence,

Drigul., ";

the sun would have gladly taken notes.

Proud and blue was the bird on my fence
when 1 said, ~good morning,T and shot it.

Steve Hubbard

36

men

buried six feet
under?

*cause weTre
used to it

he said.

Steve Hubbard





5 got

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45) 9 pep
ae - Pom i $e

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es

a. a

Have you ever

wrapped yourself

in aluminum siding

and gazed

with set jaw and eye

at a world of friends and peace and love
and wished you could always stay high.

Archie Gaster







I have been to watch lights flicker and fires eat.

I have seen children and old women fall down narrow staircases
and steel and concrete give their strength to patchwork-quilt minds.

I have eyed closely while men gathered closely to prevent closeness, and
I understand that rain and sun no longer mean bread and water, and
men must please their bosses rather than their God.

I have stood by as whistles blow and smoke settles and bars fill rapidly,
and men with sorrowful aged faces, stumbling from work, heads
downcast, or with youthful optimism in their eyes, slow or hurry
their pace, and young wives stand or sit wiping sweat from their
windows to see if men near the lamp posts are their husbands.

I have watched insects weave patterns through a free sky to gather
and kill themselves in the heat of the lights.

I fall away

into the sleep

of bitterness

less often now

as I creep along

the ditchTs edge

in my gay splendor

of tweeds and jasmine
with friends

who rob me of my separateness
but give so much in return
and we talk

not of better things

but more about them.

38

Archie Gaster





Detached,

I take a walk

Down a milling street ...

Jaws are firmly set"foreboding;

Conceit is worn by youth and aged faces;
Forms brush by"

Impersonal robots moving forward"
Unseeing, unfeeling, unrelenting.

= If only I would pause and speak to one.
utake Ou walk Just one. But no"

ITm too afraid of being snubbed,
Of caring only to suffer no return.
TI cannot bear continued torment of such hurt.

So life for me becomes a tragic front"
Effusing pretended joy,

Affecting fakish smile and careless air"
Nothing but a front to hide my hurt .. .
They must not ever know just how I feel.

To escape the past-coated present;

F hunger to (O) To bathe away the alien mind-prints;
To make this plastic life livable...
I hunger

for eighteen years i tranced the haze

of existence

then the pattern changed

i found (?) myself nowhere

knowing nothing

living not at all

the deluge began

and monstrosities became my companions
have, yowuelf no reason nor truth for me

i struggled to swim out of the whirlpool

you saw me drowning

standing on the bank you held out your hand

to me and i pulled you in

but you had saved yourself before

you made it out again

save me i cried

save yourself you said

Linda Faye Bryant

39







Yellow is my life
to me
that I run
further
than you do.

Back my yellow
when I see
the distance

, further 2
than I go.
Scared of your
emptiness
and I hide

far from here
within myself.

Black is your world

Coy me Coe) to

to lead
away |

from me.

Love is the tree

where I rest

the time of day 2
: away

and are you scared of green leaves?

Steve Hubbard







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Rebel, Fall 1968
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The Rebel was originally published in Fall 1958. The purpose of the magazine was to showcase the artwork and creative writing of the East Carolina University student body. The Rebel is printed with non-state funds. Beginning in the 1990s some volumes included a CD with featured music.
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