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About The daily Nebraskan. ([Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-current | View Entire Issue (March 10, 1972)
Early every spring, this campus is blessed with
living proof that every student's high school alma
mater is alive and well. This reassurance comes in the
form of letter jackets, saddle shoes, colored crepe
paper streamers and thousands of teeny boppers
pretending to attend the state basketball tournament.
Lincoln motels fill up with sleeping bags, beer and
sleepless nights in the form of the high school crowd,
away from home to join the college crowd for a
"Wow lets find the first person we can who is old
enough to buy us some beer': is the ay so often
heard. - ' . .
Well thank goodness it lasts no longer than three
or four days. After the kids (who actually did go to a
lot of games) dry their tears, or see their smiles and
laughter ease into victorious comfort they can reflect
upon their pleasant stay on campus.
Although dampened by crowded parking facilities,
surging mobs of other bubble-gummers and big
college kids, we can only wish that they had a good
time in Lincoln, and gained a favorable impression of
UNL to take home with them.
The editor of the Grand Island Independent, Al
Schmahl took what he felt to be a tenuous position in
the eyes of his readers this week on the issue of coed
visitation at UNL. He supported the visitation
In closing his editorial, Schmahl hastened to make
his point by saying, "If we haven't taught (our
children) not to misbehave before we cut the apron
strings and send them away to school, I'm afraid we
as parents are a little bit late."
Editor Schmahl can be disagreed with however. In
his hypothesis that all apron strings are cut before the
student goes away to school, is erroneous. The
regrettable truth lies in the fact that most parents
delay severing those strings until the student is well
into his college years. That is the biggest problem
students now face.
Until parents realize that adolescence is not a state
of suspended animation, a large number of students
in this state are liable to be subjected to "growing
up" for a long time.
Editor' note: Arthur Hoppe
occasionally veert from hit satirical
approach to write a totally serious
column. This is such a column.
Six months ago I had 800 million
enemies where now I have 800 million
friends. And I am angry.
The anger grew all week as picture
followed picture from far-away China: a
beaming Nixon shaking hands with a
beaming Mao Tse-tung; a smiling Nixon
toasting a graciously bowing Cho En-lai -the
papers, the news magazines and my
television set seemed crowded with
laughing Nixons, chuckling Maos and
wryly grinning Chou En-lais.
How warm and witty they all were.
And the Chinese people! How friendly
and kind and thoughtful and dedicated
and happy with their lot.
That's fine. I am glad to have 800
million new friends. I am grateful to
Nixon for having the courage to give
them to me - and me to them. And I am
delighted that Mao and Chou went along
with the deal. '
How easy it all was.
Yet for 20 years I have been taught to
hate and fear the Chinese people and
their leaders. The people were
automatons drudging away in a backward
ant-like society led by power-mad
dictators who dreamed of sweeping across
Asia with their hordes and bringing
America to her knees.
For 20 years my leaders have been
teaching me that. They have led me into
wars in Korea and Vietnam to preserve
democracy and contain these
bloody-handed Red tyrants.
For the same 20 years, Mao and Chou
were teaching their 800 million people to
hate and fear me. 1 was a running dog of
imperialism, bent on destroying their
revolution and ruling them again through
corrupt capitalist warlords like Chiang
Kai-shek. So they marched off into battle
to kill me and mine.
And how easy all that was, too.
But now, overnight, our leaders have
deckled that I and a quarter of the human
race will be friends again - primarily
because it suits their purposes.
I'm not positive what their purposes
are. I would guess that Mao and Chou
want my friendship to worry Taiwan and
Japan and to make the Russians think
twice before attacking China from the
1 would guess that Nixon is giving
them my friendship in hopes of playing
off Peking against Moscow, thus
maintaining the split in the Communist
For these are the games leaders play.
Containment, encirclement, blocs, splits -the
fascinating game of geopolitics. And,
being leaders, they play to win. I believe
they play for themselves to win - not for
For if I die on some unpronounceable
battlefield, I have lost forever. But they
have only lost another of their millions of
pawns. For them, the game goes on.
Yet this is not so much what angers
me. 1 understand the fascination of the
game. If I were a leader, I would probably
play it, too.
What angers me is how easy it was.
How easily they manipulated me into
hating and fearing when that served their
purpose. How easily they now maneuver
me into liking and admiring when that
serves their purpose. How easily - almost
contemptuously - they turn my emotions
on and off like hot and cold water
So I am angry with myself. Okay, this
time I'll play. This time I'll give and
accept goodwill and friendship. But when
they again ask for my hatred and fear,
Cod give me the spirit to reject their
How very hard that will be.
(Copyright Chronicle Publishing Co. 1972)
THE DAILY NEBRASKAN
FRIDAY, MARCH 10, 1972
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