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by ARTHUR HOPPE
Once upon a time there was a
wonderful country called
America. It had a wonderful
dream. It dreamed that all men
were created equal. It dreamed
that all kinds of men could thus
live together as brothers.
This was a brand new dream.
For a million years each man
had lived with his own kind,
fighting with others of other
kinds. So the people of the
world were excited by The
Wonderful American Dream.
All kinds of men flocked to
America to be part of the
dream Lithuanians and
Lascars, Paraguayans and
Poles, Transylvanians and
transvestites. Miraculously, all
became Americans.
Of course, as with any dream
so wonderful and new, there
were troubles. Once,
Americans had to fight a terri
ble war with each other to save
the Union, free the black men
and thereby preserve the
dream.
A hundred years passed.
There were setbacks. But pro
gress was slowly made. The
day finally came when the.
dream seemed almost a reali
ty. That, oddly enough was
when America woke up.
THE BLACKS stirred first.
For a hundred years they had
struggled for a place in The
Wonderful American Dream.
But the closer they got, the
more they saw what they had
been missing. And the more
frustrated they became.
"Integration's nothing but a
dream," they said angrily.
"We'll go our own way and do
our own thing."
"Well, if Integration's nothing
but a dream," said the whites
testily, "it's sure not worth
busing our kids across town
for."
This aroused the Indians.
"You mean you kicked us
around all these years," they
said heatedly, "for some silly
dream?"
"We told you all along it was
only a dream," said the racists
smugly.
"This dream's a bad joke,"
said the Poles.
"Some dream when they
won't let you in their golf
clubs," said the Jews.
"And tax you to support their
secular schools," said the
Catholics.
"Separate but equal sexes!"
cried the feminists.
"It shows you how rotten this
society is!" crowed the militant
students. And they redoubled
their rock throwing to build a
better one.
NOW A DREAM is a fragile
thing, built of gossamer hopes
and misty imagery. Once you
say it's only a dream, that's all
it is only a dream. And you
can't really believe in it any
more.
The President had no choice.
"To bring us together," he
said, "I am today creating the
United Black States of
Mississippi and Louisiana, the
United Racist States of Georgia
and Florida, the United Indian
States of Alcatraz and
Oklahoma, The United Student
State of Berkeley . . ."
The Poles got Chicago, the
Jews got New York, the
Catholics reclaimed Maryland
and the feminists got divorc
ed. As before, there were still 50
States. But in each, each man
lived with his own kind,
fighting with others of other
kinds. It was no worse than it
had been for a million years.
And no better either.
Of course, now that men
everywhere had awakened to
reality, no one dreamed The
Wonderful Dream any more.
MORAL: A dream may be
nothing but a dream. But a
dream is better than nothing.
RAPPING
Editor,
With Earth Day fast approaching, I would
like to make a plea on behalf of the campus
and the community.
It is indeed admirable that interested citizens
are taking it upon themselves to talk about
correcting the various problems afflicting our
environment. But for once, would those interested
do something more than just talk!
It would be a grand move if everyone who
professes a desire to "clean the earth" would
start by attacking the deplorable conditions that
exist in the immediate surroundings.
So, fellow earth-lovers, while you TALK about
the problems see if you .can't DO something
about them. Take a large sack with you and
pick up every piece of crap and refuse you
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Jim Gordon
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Dear Editor:
Between the years of sixteen and twenty
three, I have never received a parking violation,
a speeding ticket, any moving violation, or
anything of that sort, and not only that, I have
never done anything with an automobile that
would warrant me receiving a ticket. On Friday,
April 17, 1970, at 2:33 p.m. I received a ticket
that I am going to contest in court.
I WAS HONESTLY unaware that the loop
area by the coliseum and the Military and Naval
Science Building was to be used only by people
with Area B parking permits. There was a
car and trailer parked on 14th & "R" (illegally),
the trailer being tall enough to obstruct from
vision the only sign designating the area as
Area B. (There is also construction going on
at the corner at 14th & "R".)
After receiving the ticket for my flagrant
violation of the law, I counted a few cars In
the area Illegally parked. For example, the one
In front of me and the one in back of me.
The one In front of me had no Area B sticker,
as a matter of fact, it had no sticker at all.
The one behind me was parked in an area
that was designated as a no parking area by
aracuro.
I AM GLAD that those two people did not
get a ticket, even though they were ' parked
Illegally. What I would like to know Is why
these two, who I would venture to say were
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 22, i $70
watching the wrestling tournament, were given
preference over me, a full time student at the
, University of Nebraska.
I know these two cars were there when
I parked because after two or three minutes
of struggling to park my car between them,
I paid very close attention to the green Ford
behind me and the Blue Chevrolet with the
big driver's education sign on its rear bumper.
I WENT to the campus police station to
report that I felt I had been treated unfairly.
I came in huffy and I'm sure it was obvious
to everyone that was there since I meant it
to be that way. Who wouldn't feel this way
after noting Commander Neff from Springfield,
Virginia, could park his car and trailer illegally
in front of a sign and two non-students could
break the law and not be ticketed.
A lady in the police office told me that
I was a "huffy child." I only have a question
for this lady, "What are you going to do when
you grow up and can't play policeman
anymore?"
THE SERGEANT at the desk, when I told
him all the facts, was willing to admit that
1 could probably beat it if I took it to court,
but said he could do nothing about It, just
like they could do nothing about the time that
my car was splattered with rocks in the Area
2 parking lot.
From what I know about police work, learn
ing all I know from Captain Bill Pattavlna,
Omaha . Police Force, and the Public Safety
Director of Omaha, Al Pattavina, police should
be fair, impartial, and unbiased. It seems to
me that either my uncles are wrong or else
Campus Policeman Gillsan, the obviously "great
criminologist", did not notice the rest of the
cars in that area.
I think that most people already know why
I was given a ticket. After talking about it
with a few friends I figured it out too. I was
in the way for the people who were going to
the sports event at the coliseum. I greatly ap
preciate sports events, but I feel equality before
the law comes before a wrestling tournament.
''' ; ; James A. Pattavina
Editor; .
"Environment' is the password now, last
' fall it was "moratorium." There Is an Interesting
THE DAILY NEBRASKAN
difference between the current ecology drives,
and the enthusiastic moratorium movements of
last fall, which Is that the pollution people have
focused on all facets of the pollution spectrum,
rather than on one small segment. Centering
the forces of the moratorium on the Vietnam
War is analogous to the ecology drive harping
on the environmental harm caused by one in
dustry, such as Detroit.
WORKING FOR peace in Vietnam was and
is a worthy goal, but too many people seemingly
fail to follow it up. The threat of nuclear
devastation made possible by our nuclear deter
rent policies puts the Vietnam War into a
perspective which classes it as singularly In
significant. To put It bluntly, what are a few hundred
thousand lives when the very existence of the
world is at stake? Short-range goals, such as
peace in Vietnam, are valuable, yet ultimately
we must concern ourselves with the long-term
necessity of maintaining peace, sans surrender,
without resorting to nuclear deterrence.
THERE ARE alternatives to nuclear deter
rence, war, and surrender (to paraphrase the
title of Osgood's book), but no one seriously
explores these possibilities. Congress spends
much time debating the relative merits of an
ABM and other overwhelming weapons systems,
but little, if any, time researching other plans
for peace.
We are committed to nuclear deterrence,
necessitating a constantly expanding, ever more
costly arms race, which will not foreseeably
stop, and which provides no means for its own
resolution.
IN 1962, it was calculated that if our nuclear
tonnage were transformed into Us equivalent
of TNT, and spread over the surface of the
entire United States, we would all be walking
ankle-deep in dynamite. That was eight years
ago!
There are peace-keeping alternatives to
nuclear deterrence, without capitulation, but
people need to be alerted to them.
It would be nice to have a world for the
ecologists to save.
How about It, Moratorium?
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