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In 1958’s “On the Waterfront,” Marlon
Brando played a simple dock worker who
slugged it out with exploitative union bosses.
Culminating in a bloody fist fight, “On the
Waterfront” was filmed as a harsh indictment
of labor injustice and a monument to bravery
and personal conviction.
It won Brando an Oscar for Best Actor and
Elia Kazan one for best director.
It was an ironic triumph for a man who
h^d sold his Hollywood peers down the river
during the McCarthy scare of that period.
Last night, Kazan was awarded the
Lifetime Achievement Award at the Oscars to
a tacitly hostile crowd divided over the
“achievements” of Kazan.
Actor Rod Steiger, who worked under
Kazan in “On the Waterfront” had been open
ly voicing his disgust for the director who
knowingly offered names of “Communists”
to the House Un-American Activities
Committee, headed by Sen. Joseph
McCarthy, in order to save his own career.
Steiger told CNN that the director of leg
endary films puch as “Streetcar Named
Desire” and “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” did not
have the courage or will to refuse to partici
pate with the political witch-hunt. In fact,
Kazan willingly blacklisted his industry peers
and guaranteed himself a lifelong troupe of
with Kazan, 1 m angry because this man
was very well-off in the theater financially,”
Steiger said. “I could understand - even
though I wouldn’t like it - a man panicking
because he doesn’t have the money to feed his
kids and in a moment of animalistic fear said,
‘Him, John or Bill.’”
Steiger represents a significant portion of
Hollywood’s industry crowd, some of whom
have taken out ads to protest Kazan’s Lifetime
Achievement Award and have plans to protest
the ceremony by sitting on their hands.
Hollywood’s indignation, for once, is
righteous, and there is no escaping the irony
of awarding a man whose “Lifetime
Achievements” include ruining the careers of
fellow filmmakers and contributing to the
disease of cinematic censorship.
Kazan, a brilliant director in every regard
and responsible for groundbreaking passion
in American cinema, is nevertheless responsi
ble for his actions outside the studio. For this
man, his life cannot be separated from his
work. As a director and artist he was responsi
ble, for the protection of his craft; instead, by
blacklisting filmmakers, he was responsible
for the prevention of unknown films and free
expression in Hollywood.
Last night, a few of the fabulously
wealthy, beautiful and self-absorbed took a
stand for their profession and, bearing in mind
Kazan’s success, protested his award.
Finally Hollywood has made a scene
about something that matters, and they
weren’t just acting.
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Fountain of memories
New Broyhill water sculpture doesn’t replace the old
KASEY KERBER is a
major and a Daily
The BMX flies from one rock
and then smashes into another.
Suddenly, there’s a loud pop and the
rapid wheezing sound of escaping air.
“Damn man, it’s busted.”
The kid picks up his bike and
examines the front tire, which is bent
and has a flat tire dangling from it.
I observed this scene a few weeks
ago in the Nebraska Union’s Broyhill
The boys in question had been
using the water structure as a moun
tain bike ramp.
And anyone who takes a good,
hard look at what I like to call the
“freak fountain” might wonder if it
actually has any other purpose.
It’s hard to lounge anywhere near
it when it spews more mist than a
scene from “Creature from the Black
And I’m not sure how comfort
able it would be to lounge on jagged
So after watching the nex
batch of our nation’s nuclear
engineers destroy their bikes
“horizontally ruled” boulders
think back to the good old
You know, the days
when Broyhill Fountain
actually was a fountain.
You could sit on it
without feeling like you’re ^
in the opening scene of “Star
Wars.” You could even get
thrown into it without having to
worry about massive cranial injuries.
Broyhill Fountain was a place
where people met. It was designed so
students could sit all the way around
it, something you would have prob
lems with on the new fountain unless
you want to risk falling off the stage
into the gorge-like moat.
Fraternities, sororities and other
organizations also took dives in the
fountain occasionally, whether it be a
rite-of-passage or a “Gee Bob, you
look like you need a drink” affair.
• Broyhill was also fairly beautiful
at night. You could take your date to
see the underwater rainbow colors
and just talk. Right now it’s a good
place to take bad first dates to scare
And saddest of all, I think the
original Broyhill Fountain could have
But no, let’s spend thousands of
dollars to transport big rocks from
South Dakota. That’ll be much easier
than building around the existing
And like we really needed the
space. Let’s face it - the new Union’s
face is so empty that you could park a
Mack truck in the entrance and still
have plenty of breathing room.
Did we really have to destroy the
fountain so more student groups
could harass us with candy to fill out
a credit card application?
But you know what really bugs
me? This entire situation is a shame
because only upperclassmen such as
myself will be bitching about the
Broyhill of today.
The freshman and incoming
classes of UNL students won’t know
what they lost.
It makes me cringe to think that
they may over time, sigh, grow to •
love this freak fountain.
They might even defend it to the
decides to expand into the green
space to add a fourth overpriced store
in which students can buy candy.
But those of us who saw the orig
inal Broyhill will remember.
I know I do. I took a few sweet
girls there once upon a time. Broyhill
was an dating ice-breaker of sorts I
believe; she commented on the lights
and then you commented on the
lights. In between all this “lights”
talk, you got to know one another.
I was also one of the folks that
turned out for the “Broyhill Farewell
Party,” where I sat down and talked to
the daughter of the man who
designed the fountain. She said if her
father was still alive, he’d be sad to
see the fountain go.
After seeing what has now taken
its place, I can understand why.
Sure, the old Broyhill was a mass
of unappealing rusted pipes in the
winter, but at least it didn’t look like
it was in dire need of extinguishing.
And sure, it was old and outdated,
but at least it wasn’t so modem that it
looked like the rock-climbing class
should take a field trip to it.
And sure, it was a possible make
out spot, but at least - hell, I guess
there’s really nothing wrong with that
It was our Broyhill.
, Maybe the new one is yours.
It sure isn’t mine.
Because I’ll never
accept this freak
i fountain over the
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