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Nr uble To "I'm -S i3~ 1en 6 ,No boundari( Look in By STEPHEN L. MARTIN Universal Life Religious Association Man has trudged forth through eternities of civilization questioning the infinite and trying to answer with the finite. Man has seen perfect beings that he has respected and revered in Jesus Christ, Moses, or maybe even Harvey, his next door neighbor. But regardless who he was, man put these beings on a pedestal and made his religion around them. In this way man has chosen all the ideals and values he respected in these individuals who made the individuals themselves representative of them. From there man trudged forth only to respect and revere a Letter policy Letters jto the editor should be brief, 'typewritten and about subjects pertinent to USC students. The editor reserves the right to edit letters for style, good taste, space limitations and libel laws. No unsigned letters will be printed, but names may be withheld on request. Letters should be sent to The Gamecoch, Box U1-5131, USC, Columbia, S.C. By THOMAS RICHARDSON The peace of the civil rights movement has been too rapid in some peoples' opinion. "Things of this nature take time" is their platform. These people focus upon the great advances Black people have made. Comparing the present with the past, progress has been by leaps and bounds. If the tactic used in the struggle insinuates violence, then the objective is sometimes condemned, and the participants thought unfair. The participants, however, must not become obsessed with how far they have come but must always dwell upon how far they have yet to go. There is no such thing as a half victory. It is an all or none proposition and the struggle has but begun. As for fairness and patience, they have been per sonified by Blacks. "HOW FAIR CAN THE BLACK MAN BE?" An essay written by Dick Gregory is quite comprehensive on the subject so it shall be used to explain the revolutIonaries' views on patience and fairness: The critic's say that the Negro is expecting too much too fast. Ex treme demonstrations involving civil disobedience are condemned as an example of how unfair the Negro is being. He cannot expect freedom overnight. The history of the Negro in America is a study in patience and trying to be fair. Negroes did not want to get out into the streets to demonstrate their problem. They were so busy trying to be fair. For over a hundred years white America told the Negro to try to raise himself up to the white man's standards and he would get his freedom. And in fairness the Negro tried. Slaves didn't wear good clothes or shoes, but we tried to meet that standard. We put on the white ,ihan's shoes, his socks, his un~ derwear. his shirt and his tie. But rn The BO' DEAT THE SOUP OUTA vJAKE FoR 7L /~ tfPagi irry T-mean *UbQ ward for materialistic label and has forgotten his own ideals in his religion. Man, in this day, has centered his religious life merely around praying to his p.articular respected figure. Religion today, therefore, has become a very mechanical. People force themselves out of bed Sunday morning with their Saturday night's hangover, stumble down to the local church and plant themselves sleepily in a pew. Once in the church, the dazed congregation struggles through two or three songs, such as "Bringing in the Sheep," etc., only to find that although they might have sung every word they didn't listen to a single part of the entire song. Regardless of the omnipotent being that is prayed to, religion today has no specific, individual meaning. for each church-goer. People today must search in themselves to find what they ac tually do believe in. Not a fixed, materialistic, representative symbol, but the basic ideals and values that govern their lives. People have to dig into their minds and souls and come up with the beliefs that pertain to them as that wasn't enough and we still didn't get our freedom. In our effort to be fair, we thought the problem must be our physical appearance. So we grew a mustache and tried to cover up our thick lips. Still no freedom. We thought the thappy hair must be must be the hang-up. So we got processes and straightened out the hair problem. Over a hundred-yeq~r period, we have gone from the bottom of our feet to the top of our heads trying to be fair. Finally we ran out of things to do to please white America and we were driven into the streets. How fair can the black man be? Think about all those black women in the South who raised those white boys who ended up lynching their sons, and still they cooked and cared for their sons' murderers, taking comfort only in the thought, "The Lord will take care of them. Vengenance is mine saith the Lord." A person cannot be any more fair than that. Then you stop to con sider how long Negroes have been controlling the white folks' kit chen, you realize how fair we have been. Negroes have prepared every bite white American put into its mouth. If Negroes wanted to be vicious enough to seek revenge, one well-organized poison cam paign would have drastically altered the ethnic balance. Think about that slave couple, especially those of you who have children. Close your eyes and imagine yourself a slave, your wife comes to you and tell. you that she Is pregnant. Visualize the slave couple falling to their knees in prayer, begging God Almighty that their child be born deformed so that he might be free from being sold on the slave block. Imagine being the victim of a society so vicious that your child could be sold not only to another slave master but taken to another state. How would you feel? The slave couple would pitifully petition the Lord God to grant their baby be born without an arm or a 3Cent m eb pthirJ ie scenes rl 1 ow ankin zm us hf i e rciva - religion individuals, and the ideals that make up their identities. Now mankind must shift his religious sights from symbols to more perceivable, self-pertaining realities. One's religion must, therefore, become not the mechanical praying to a symbol, but the fervent endeavor to practice his ideals twenty-four hours a day. God and Jesus Christ, whether myth or reality, are not important in themselves just as symbols or labels. If one believes in the love and peace that Jesus Christ preached, then one must believe in the ideals of the character of Jesus Christ and not necessarily in the character himself. The name Jesus Christ is just two words that could be labelling anyone at anytime, but the ideals that those two words represent are more asthetically meaningful than the use of the name isself. Therefore, instead of having respect for any single figure for their beliefs and ideals, one should search himself for his own beliefs ad idals aond hae retforme. Canhose idasbohf themvelind toithef, kns ainl huan praeing. leg,s thatkn theirul escap the lborssof them fieds Somefomedh chasd bo dfaormd can the blacka be?otman unwritten a that ba man, wih testros stemn'sw prayer shasl bnerhen anwred.Ou bab remembor weorme."r tocoheirtione, inearprayeraof thanks;o thnit h eir Gosad for blaeouiessigte withongef orhmd be?oe it anuwritteni ad taned monand hnstroed anodthe a' rihtto sall ineri the chosedt demnsatig to itegrtat pubite acco matins nte suan ow ertluso @ be are sad i he peed tithhi ehrd eare moe PadhesstEdO he hadNSUe right t servenyoneSh coet sv.62UMERSRET on Of Revovi it ties By KIP BLEVIN Guest Columnist In this day of encroaching iconoclasm, won't someone deliver us from that twirling tower of Babel--the revolving (revolting) restaurant? How is it my hippie friends permit this symbol of ultra establishment? I'm no radical--to date my most daring escapade has been to blantantly walk against the "Don't Walk" sign on Main Street. So aside from my ability to dodge cars bull-fighter-like, I was just an average regular, conservative guy...until I committed the un pardonable sin of innocently strolling off the elevator on the "Top of Carolina," in front of everybody and in broad daylight tieless. The full extent of my shame had not immediately dawned on me; not until this little ole' lady with obvious D.A.R. credentials shook a disdainful finger at me and said with all due diplomacy, "You can't come in here!" "Why?" I protested. "You have no tie!" she said indignantly. "Oh, alas and alack," I said, cheeks burning. This degrading scene was repeated much to my chagrin in a subsequent encounter in which I, suffering form an inexcusable memory lapse, persuaded my parents-in-law to view the "marelous panorama" from the "Top of Carolina." Enthusiastically they clamored aboard the elevator. As the elevator rose steadily up through the bowels of Olympus, a mounting unexplainable apprehension began to envelop me. In trying to forget this inner turmoil, I began to feel transported into a dreamlike, Franza Kafka world. As the elevator walls began to tighten their grasp, my eyes caught on my father-in-law's tie and my brain exploded. Too late! the door to the chariot sprang open. but instead of St. Peter a fiery young counterpart to Jonathan Edwards superciliously exclaimed, "You cannot come in here!" "Can my parents-in-law at least look out the window," I pleaded. "They won't even eat anything." "Definitely not." restaurant owner, "Good brother, you don't have to serve me." But I had to remind him also that it is my tax money which pays the public health commissioner to license his restaurant. My tax dollars are used to pay the fireman who comes to protect his establish ment when the skillet gets too hot. My tax dollars pay the cop who guards the restaurant while the day's receipts are being counted. If a man wants a restaurant to himself and his friends, let him hire his own health commissioner, his own cop, and his own fireman. Then he can have his crummy joint. But the day is over when I will allow my tax money to be spent protecting a place which will not serve me, but any non-taxpaying white foreigner can come in and use the air conditioning while sipping a mint julep out of a glass I made sure was inspected. That is how fair I am willing to be. wiches and Pizza n Tap PTIO0N P ERMIT NO. 2;4 LIPS 254 HONE RESTAURANT 254.9624 IINJO I IO m g or : down t] "If I hide my wretched, loathsome tieless self in the restroom, can they look out the window for a moment--he has a tie?" "No!" Just as I thought--"guity by association;" my stain had rubbed off on them. I apologized for my mother-in-law who didn't have a tie either, and meekly pushed the magic light for our return to earth. Stepp! Leon! How can you sleep at night knowing this last bastion of arch-conservatism is mockingly looking down at you? Why stand you here idle? I know not what course others may take but as for me, I'm going to wear a red tie to clash with their carpeting and as a final affront I may not even wear any socks. "To Arms!" I say. "Let's castrate that silk phallic symbol and stamp out this heavenly haven of sartorial hegemony in our midst!" 200 students to march An estimated 200 persons from South Carolina, in cluding the USC chapter of the Student Mobilization Com mittee (SMC), will participate in antiwar marches in Washington, D. C., Nov. 14-16. The SMC program in Washington begins Thursday with a 40-hour, single file "March of the Dead." Names of Vietnam war dead will be carried and read out in front of the White House. The major march begins Saturday at 10 a.m. at the Washington Monument. It then will proceed down Constitution Avenue, around. the White House, and on the the Elipse. ROD NBA IN SOMEONE'S SH1ADOWV of the most direct, touching, collection of love poems by In diary form it chronicles ali of love, the duraition of an afi taking. Using the seasons of p)laitornm to speak eloquently words inl this boo0k underscoi Rod Mc Kuen has become no influential and best sellIing pc but qlute possbly the best se all time. In the wvords of Dr. Frederi hierary ediior of the LOS AN' Br The RL N revolting, ie student THE GAMECOCK Carl Stepl Jack Padgett Editor-in-Chief Business Manager Under my breath You can't keep a good man dead By MIKE Krochmainy Associate Editor While the world awaits breathlessly news of the Beatles' Paul McCartney, those of us who are of the opinion that he and the Beatles never existed are looking deeper to see who is and who isn't dead. There is a rumor that Spiro Agnew has been dead for several months. Rumor mongers say he died of suffocation after a speech in Albany, N. Y. Several aides were unable to extract his feet from his mouth because he had knotted his shoestrings. Closer to home we find that the Clemson Tiger has proven that Frank Howard has been dead since 1959, as if the football team hadn't already proved it. They neglected to mention the death of the English language which could be directly attributed to the Clemson coach. On the home front, The Gamecock researchers have found conclusive proof that Dean of Men L. Eugene Cooper (known variously as Eugene L., Gene L., and Gene Copoer in the always factual Gamecock) is not dead, nor has he ever been. Our crafty researchers have found him in various disguises over the campus - a cheerleader at the N. C. State game, president, vice-president and treasurer of I FC and the Big Ear of the Centrex system. It has been reported in Missouri that Samuel Langhorne Clemens is still not dead, but we feel these rumors to be exaggerated. Other dubious obituaries include George Wallace, who rises every fourth year to make the American people thankful for the three in between; W. C. Fields, who is quite dead, despite the current lousy movies which would seem to make him a contemporary actor, and Simon Legare, whose death and fictionalization don't hold a candle to his current exploits. If there is a lesson to be learned from the Paul Mc Cartney issue, it's that, if you have the right press agents, ou will never die. If God had hired Mccartn1'tr'm a few hundre'dyears ago, he wouldn't be in the trouble he's in now. 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