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New York:W. Norton, White, Eric Walter. Stravinsky: The Composer and His Works , second edition. Atkins, John. Calder, Bedford, Sybille All judicial nominees are evaluated by the American Bar Association ABA that is composed of individuals of all political persuasions. Traditionally, those approved by this organization were virtually assured of being appointed. Things have now changed. Severe criticism of appointees has come from pressure groups despite overwhelming approval of the ABA! The criticism has been patently false on several occasions claiming appointees were racist even though the black community testified against the charges!

And now the Senate minority is insisting on 60 votes for approval rather the traditional majority vote! Why use these obstructionist tactics?

Does it mean that your cause is a weak one and therefore requires activities that deny American traditions of honesty and integrity? If your cause is just you should win, but, if not there will be an overwhelming backlash to these tactics! He demonstrated a good grasp of the complexities of the issue, and I think he could make an important contribution to the community by closely following the work of the task force. I hope the Daily Planet makes this coverage a priority. Somehow I missed Mr. However, that does not go far enough.

The City Council should also add this issue as an agenda item to be discussed at the April 12 meeting when they receive a staff report on the property. Is it not the responsibility of the Fire Chief to thoroughly inspect the entire building on an annual basis? West Berkeley has a long history of social and civic activism of neighbors, labor activists, business people, and artists committed to making the neighborhood a place where many different kinds of people can flourish.

The City Council must incorporate multi use, affordable, warehouse space such as the Drayage into the future planning and development of the West Berkeley area in order to preserve the integrity and long standing diversity of such a unique neighborhood. As a Berkeley resident for over 25 years my personal experience and observation has proved to me that batterers, rapists and other violent criminals are treated with the utmost leniency in the City of Berkeley. So much so that friends of mine who are criminal defense lawyers, in other cities, are shocked to hear the kinds of violent crime that goes unpunished or even acknowledged in Berkeley.

In my opinion, the City of Berkeley has little right to voice its supposed moral superiority regarding the rest of the world. I do not, in any way, condone slavery. I see little point in changing names. Named places make a city what it is. Instead of focusing all the energy on changing the names of school tokenism why not use the same energy in eliminating slavery where it still exists in this world today? Cultural norms change. Before you vilify Jefferson, do something important yourself. I had been wondering about the way that the RFID decision was made. I knew of no publicity about the choice to use this expensive system, no publicity about the large amount of money that had to be borrowed.

I think that this decision involved so much money and so much change for library users and staff that information should have been given out and citizen opinion asked for before any decision was finalized. I agree with Don McKay that making the RFID decision without publicity and without citizen input was like the action of an authoritarian government; it was not a democratic decision. The signs of a U. The head of the Democratic Congressional delegation, a liberal San Franciscan, goes to Iraq eight hours isolated in the Green Zone and proclaims that there is progress in the imperial war and we must continue the occupation and Faluja-ization in the name of U.

The Congress and president tell us that we should die on their terms with a feeding tube in place or a Humvee on our back.

And a Court says that testosterone King Arnold can spend as much money as he wants to create a smokescreen special election to remove the democracy Californians hold dear. Call this democracy? Naturally, both do. The main issue is why the union goes to such great lengths to protect the job of the all-time worst teacher.

I have to ask, will Checkpoint—or any other company—always be there in the future when the library may need new equipment, software upgrades, or even a new batch of tags to keep its RFID system up and running. Historical evidence is not promising. Over time, only a few of the companies survive, ones with the very best technologies to sell and the most money to outlast the competition. Companies that are financially weaker or can only offer inferior products disappear as did Yugo cars, Commodore computers, and Betamax VCRs.

The unfortunate buyers of such failed technologies are left with total losses. Today there are about companies developing RFID systems. Of course, these companies hope to use RFID for more than just libraries, but if they can develop systems that are more secure and reliable, easier to install, less expensive, and perhaps safer, there is no reason to think any of them would ignore such a potentially valuable and wide-open market as libraries.

And, where investors risk their own money, its stock price has declined over 50 percent in the same period. Checkpoint was in better financial shape and worth more as a company before it entered the RFID business. It could be Checkpoint will be in the RFID business five or ten years from now, but what if Checkpoint and its proprietary hardware and software are gone.

Will the library be left to buy an entirely new system? Is it prudent to assume that another company will step in with a compatible system? Apparently, they did neither. I was in a long line in the post office on Monday. The man next to me told that he has had a post office box for more than 10 years. Now that he was renewing it, he had to prove his U. He was furious that now the post office scrutinizes him for a little post box. Later, I found out that almost all post office box holders had received letters requiring that they had to prove their citizenship to receive mail.

The letter was threatening box holders that failure to do so in five days would lead to termination of services by the post office. The clerk at the window told the man that the information collected by the post office will be entered in a central computer. I was thinking to myself that this is just the tip of the iceberg. This Act soon will become a law. Then, next time you are renewing your driving license, you have to prove your US citizenship and provide lots of other documents.

Your information will be stored in a central database system. Get this. Yesterday, it was in the news that biometric passports have started to get into circulation. Such passports have RFID tags on them. So, you will be on constant watch. Not long ago, people in occupied Europe would have been stopped by Gestapo to show their papers. We will be experiencing the same fate; except, it is now done electronically! He uses this canard and the notion that teachers do not work beyond their seven-hour duty day to extrapolate how teachers are overpaid compared to other workers.

Indeed the prep period is used by teachers to grade papers, make photocopies, fill out forms and complete myriad other tasks. Most teachers stay late to help students and, when he do get home, we have papers to grade. There are also phone calls to make, e-mails to answer, and sometimes research to be done. As teachers work to contract—the seven- hour, minute day—it is hoped that the Berkeley community will realize just how much we do above and beyond the call of duty.

Teachers are by necessity a reflective group. We are constantly reviewing our days, how classes went, assessing interactions with individual students, wrestling with how to handle an on-going discipline issue, preparing for a parent conference the next day, considering ideas for the betterment of the school to be brought to the next staff meeting, etc.

It is impossible to measure the time spent tossing and turning over decisions made or to be made during our teaching day—our spouses and significant others can attest to the on-going work-related insomnia that plague many of us. Larrick is part of an American culture that not only fails to appreciate teachers and public education in general, but also denigrates us at every turn. While many of our high school and college classmates with comparable or even lesser academic achievements are raking in considerably more money, teachers have to make do with what then California Gov. Jerry Brown referred to as psychic income.

And when we want a fairer share of the pie, guys like Larrick answer with a figurative slap in the face. Here is your conundrum Mr. Larrick: You obviously hold us in low regard. You want better class of people in the teaching profession? For the second year in a row, those sleepy Sierra Club national elections have turned into a battleground. Please consider the following before you vote.

Last year Sierra Club members voted in record numbers to defeat a hostile takeover attempt by outside groups trying to promote their anti-immigration agenda. For more information, go to www. Note: Vote only for five; if you vote for six, your ballot will not be valid :. The Lawrence Berkeley Lab is holding a scoping meeting for the public from p. The University of California will prepare the environmental impact report for this seven-year project.

Some of the radioactive materials include Cobalt 60, Cesium and Europium Radioactive energy from Cobalt 60 can be 59 times greater in intensity than that of an ordinary X-ray. These radioactive and hazardous wastes will be hauled by thousands of heavily loaded trucks down Hearst Avenue to Oxford, south on Oxford to University Avenue and down University to I From there they will proceed to landfills in Altamount, the Nevada test site, and Clive, Utah.

The lab anticipates this will take seven years. An alternative to demolition and removal would be the sound environmental practice of containment thus allowing the radioactivity to decay in place. This would also preserve the historic aspects of the Bevatron, as it is eligible for listing in the National Register of Historic Places for the research in particle physics, which resulted in four Nobel prizes. In regard to the article on Jeannette Rankin: While I have nothing but respect for Jeannette Rankin in general, and understand that her vote against.

Without actual warning Pearl Harbor had just been bombed, several thousand Americans killed, much of the Pacific fleet destroyed, American soldiers and sailors in the Philippines were also attacked, and she still voted against entry into the war? We were at war, like it or not. If someone stabs you, kicks you and punches you, you are in a fight, whether or not you approve of fighting.

And, as awful as war is, some wars have to be fought. The United States in was by our standards today, terribly sexist, racist, and homophobic. Does anyone actually think that World War II settled nothing? Now, imagine if Hitler had won his war; imagine a Nazi empire stretching from the Atlantic coast of France or Britain to Siberia; imagine a vast dreadful empire of slavery, murder, and death protected by nuclear weapons, the latest technology, and the sickest ideology in human memory. He had already killed millions of others in those camps Had Hitler won his war, hundreds of millions of innocent victims of all ethnicities and religions whose only crime was that of being born, would certainly have been exterminated by the Nazi death factories.

Think about it. Nobody to this day knows how many Chinese died under Japanese occupation. Conservative estimates are in the millions. Ask the people of the Philippines, of Korea, of China, of Burma, how they would have felt about Japanese victory in Asia. Japan and Germany had to be defeated, their visions for the future of humanity had to be destroyed.

And if the world that came from the war was imperfect, troubled, dangerous, unfair, racist, sometimes painfully blind, and if it nearly destroyed itself in nuclear fire during the Cold War, that also is the story of imperfect human beings, often doing their best, often making terrible mistakes Its history I know, I teach the stuff. A profound growth process may occur when people embrace the pain of loss and death. A new documentary film by Nancee Sobonya, The Gifts of Grief, explores how seven remarkable people learn to live with their loss and now engage life on a higher level.

A simple legal form called Durable Power of Attorney for Health Care living will,, advanced directive can help prevent an ugly public spectacle. Readily available from stationary stores, the California Medical Association, or Kaiser, a person declares how far they want health care providers to go in prolonging their life in the event of terminal illness, irreversible coma, or persistent vegetative state.

One may also choose another to make health care decisions in the event one is unable to do so. Most people with living wills are affluent middle-aged people who have consulted pricey estate planning lawyers. However an affordable and accessible option is available. For the past five years I have guided hundreds of people through the process in evening classes at the Albany and Berkeley Adult Schools.

Everyone should have a living will, especially young adults. The letter was not from the Northside Neighborhood Association but from a handful of individuals who represent only themselves and not the neighborhood at large. Ideally the ghoulish Van Hools could be gutted and their interiors restored to the design of the rider-friendly older buses.

These new vehicles, borrowing technology from the old, address the needs of wheelchair-bound passengers. But many other members of the community who need to use public transit have significant vulnerabilities that put them at risk in the Van Hool models. For example, a passenger with low bone density could sustain a nasty spill if, while her foot was planted in the narrow low trench of an aisle, she attempted to bend up into the gripless high seat above while the bus—invariably in motion at such a juncture—lurched to a sudden stop.

A spiral fracture of her lower leg could be a serious and actionable result. Public funds may not be forthcoming to correct design dangers in these hundreds of buses: the train has, so to speak, left the station. Arnold is trying to make an end run around election laws by bringing his agenda before the voters in In that way, he can continue to raise funds from his base of millionaire supporters, something he would not be able to do once he declares his candidacy for re-election in Equally important is the fact that in , California law will require a voter verified paper trail.

A special election in will have no paper trail and no way to validate the results if they are questioned. Ever since he got into office, Schwarzenegger has broken records for campaign cash and sold off social policy to the highest bidder. The most egregious examples include his slashing the education budget and cutting the ratio of nurses to patients in hospitals, all for the good of his big-bucks buddies. On April 5, the California Nurses Association, as well as a wide variety of labor, education, and other progressive groups, are going to mobilize 10, people into the streets outside a major corporate fund-raiser that the governor is holding in San Francisco.

It will be at 6 p. Please join us. To learn more, write Allies CalNurses. If so…please ask the governor to do right by patients and students. Back then I may have hitchhiked to and from Florida along not quite finished Interstate 95, gotten arrested in a small town in Georgia, and waited until dawn to be released. More than likely I worked at a fast food joint during the holiday and returned to the dorm in my sticky polyester uniform smelling like the deep fryer and dreaming of mad chickens. So here I am in with a day break from school and no vacation plan.

I see a photograph in a newspaper of buxom, bikini-clad women laying on a white sand beach and read the caption that appears underneath. Alas, this year there is an exit route. Could there be any better way for a year-old coed to celebrate spring break than to spend it fully-clothed, huddled around a fireplace in the dreary, depressive Catskills?

I accept immediately, take the bus from Atlantic City to Manhattan, and settle in for the drive over the Tappan Zee and up Cursed with uncool parents, she slinks off to Cancun for her spring break, the number nine most popular place to spend it I have read in the Times. I take long walks in the snow-covered woods and bake chocolate chip cookies. I remind her that they have oatmeal in them already. Cream butter with sugars. Beat in egg. Add vanilla and dry ingredients. Drop by tablespoon on foil covered.

A man with a knife demanded cash from a woman pedestrian outside the Pet Food Express at University and San Pablo avenues just before 9 a. When the woman complied, the bandit fled on foot, said police spokesperson Officer Steve Rego. The resident of a dwelling near the corner of Sacramento Street and Hearst Avenue received an unpleasant surprise shortly before p. Thursday—a burglar busting in his back door. Mutually stunned by their encounter, the burglar bolted and the resident called police.

No suspects were arrested. A year-old boy called police after a year-old confronted him with a knife near the corner of Derby and Sacramento streets Thursday afternoon. Two fellows confronted a pedestrian near the corner of University and San Pablo avenues Thursday afternoon. A Berkeley police officer got more than he bargained for when he stopped a pedestrian near the corner of Mabel and Parker streets shortly before 7 p. The year-old pedestrian turned on the officer, and when the dust settled, the fellow had accumulated a hefty set of criminal charges, including assault with a deadly weapon, injuring a police officer, destroying evidence and parole violation, said Officer Rego.

Police are looking into the case of a Willard Middle School student who reportedly shoved and cursed at a teacher after being ordered to the school office Friday morning, then returned after school to flash a knife with a three-inch blade, said Officer Rego. Police responded to Aquatic Park along with the Berkeley Fire Department after three youngsters were seen fleeing the area where a grass fire started about 4 p.

While firefighters doused the blaze, police searched the area for the three youths believed to have set the fire but came up empty-handed. Three teenagers, one with gold caps on his front teeth, robbed a woman of her purse and cell phone outside the Berkeley Public Library on Kittredge Street about p. Friday, said Officer Rego. He was booked on suspicion of robbery and possession of stolen property.

Alerted by the screams of a victim, a resident of the area near the corner of College Avenue and Garber Street called police just before 10 p. Arriving officers found that a pair of strong-arm robbers, their ages estimated at between 12 and 15, had robbed a pair of pedestrians. A year-old man called police about Saturday morning to report that two darkly clad men had just robbed him with a small silver gun near the corner of Bowditch Street and Bancroft Way, said Officer Rego.

Two young men approached a pedestrian near the corner of University Avenue and California Street about a. Saturday and asked for a smoke—then proceeded to mug the hapless fellow for his wallet. They had already rung up a charge on one of the stolen credit cards by the time they were reported missing. A caller told police that both occupants of a white Ford Bronco had brandished pistols in his direction near the corner of Dwight Way and Dana Street just before 6 p. The vehicle and its pistoleros were last reported headed southbound on Telegraph Avenue, said Officer Rego.

The occupant of a residence near the corner of Derby and California streets called police at 11 p. Saturday to report that a fellow had fired off a pistol round inside his domicile about ten minutes before. Described as a fellow in a black peacoat, the gunman had possibly departed in a gray motor vehicle of uncertain make. Police are investigating a reported home invasion at a Panoramic Way residence near Orchard Lane about p. Sunday, said Officer Rego. Two suspects knocked on the door, and when the resident answered, the pair forced their way in, tied him up and proceeded to ransack the home before fleeing in a gray Nissan Altima.

Officer Rego said the resident was uncertain what, if anything, had been taken in the incident. Typically, these are children who have been sexually or physically abused, exploited, abandoned, or taken from negligent parents. Children brought into the foster care system some with little more than the clothing on their backs start unwittingly to amass a legal paper trail not unlike that of an incarcerated adult, one which can involve social workers, adoption caseworkers, lawyers, and hearings.

Some foster children eventually return home, but others never will. The fortunate ones are placed in high quality private foster homes, or in fost-adopt homes. But when no appropriate placement can be found, as is often the case with older foster children, they wind up in group homes. And group homes are rife with tales of the kids no one wants: the violent ones; the ones with emotional problems; children and teens whose already shaky sense of self-worth is further eroded by loss and upheaval.

In both cases the process includes completion of a foster parent training program; a background check, interview, paperwork, Home Study, CPR and first aid classes, and you must be over There is no fee, nor is there a fee for adopting a foster child. The county offers stipends to help offset the costs of caring for both foster and adopted foster children, and there are generous tax incentives for adoptive parents as well.

And in California, unlike in some other states, gay and single parents can foster and adopt children. In an overburdened social services system with frequent staff turnover, children are too often the ones who get shortchanged. The statistics are dismal: over , foster children in the United States. California, with a population of 34 million, has about , alone. Over , foster children are available for adoption across the U. Some of these children have already suffered trauma greater than many adults will ever face.

About 20, year-olds foster youth age out of the system every year, and find themselves alone in society. Without the backbone of support from a loving family, they are expected to go on in school or find gainful employment. As grim as this picture may seem, there have been some improvements. It was in that the Adoption Assistance and Child Welfare Act was signed into law, encouraging the adoption of children from foster care by providing the first federal subsidies. In , President Clinton signed the Multi-Ethnic Placement Act, which stipulates that race cannot be used as the sole determining factor in adoptive placement.

Yet there are still far too many children whose lives have been compromised from insufficient numbers of good foster homes, or fost-adopt placements. A vital component of taking on foster children is a commitment to meet challenges beyond those of normal parenting. Bonds and trust can be broken as quickly as they are created, and undertones of attachment and loss are commonplace. But being a foster parent--embracing a slice of humanity as vulnerable as any; or becoming a fost-adopt parent and providing a permanent home for a child who otherwise may never have one, can be enormously gratifying.

What if all the all the politically minded folks of the Bay Area; the ones committed to positive social change, and as passionate about their politics as their produce, considered adopting a foster child? Freelance writer Annie Kassof lives in Berkeley. She adopted her first foster child in , and continues to foster other children. They can be reached at Have you smelled it? For more than three decades, Berkeley residents have told stories about encountering the mysterious, Oceanview burnt pot handle smell.

Even today, calls about the stink of burnt pot handles, or BPH, continue. History has not recorded the first of what must now be hundreds of telephone complaints over the BPH or exactly when this smell began to blanket west Berkeley neighborhoods. Fifty years ago, the odious BPH would have been but one component of the primordial mix of industrial odors that hung over the Oceanview district. Public controversy over the stink culminated in when PSC was forced into a series of zoning hearings to address the odor nuisance.

As a result, the foundry was facing the closure of plant No. However, instead of forced reductions in operations, PSC was placed under an unconditional order of abatement. The abatement decree appeared to be a step forward since PSC was forced to install odor emission controls. In addition, PSC was also subject to a complaint process to ensure compliance. But even after the installation of a million-dollar odor abatement system, the number of complaints from neighbors about the BPH smell did not lessen.

It should be noted that the BPH odors are thought to be sporadic and puff-like in nature. This helps explain why sustaining five official confirmations of this nuisance has been so problematic.

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BAAQMD has made minor changes in the complaint process, but little has changed in this cat-and-mouse game. The incinerator was permitted at the same time PSC was under an abatement order that restricted any increase in emissions and odors. This was certainly true, but look at what PSC is allowed to do instead.

The sand recycler system may have saved PSC lots of money, but at what cost to residents and other local businesses?

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No wonder Oceanview has earned the dubious distinction of having the worst air quality in the city! Clearly, the incinerator was inappropriately zoned given its close proximity to neighborhood residences, schools and childcare activities. After PSC cranked up its new incinerator, the City of Berkeley gave the foundry an environmental award, a real slap in the face for long-suffering and outraged residents. The air district has ignored this request for more than two years.

Even if the health analysis is ever completed, the BAAQMD risk evaluation will mean little without verification via ambient air and soil testing. The city also asked the air district to conduct a study of the cumulative impact of all permitted air dischargers within a quarter mile of PSC. Such a study would let nearby residents know if the concentration of so many BAAQMD discharge permits has adversely impacted their health.

The air district was quick to publicly take on this task, but now refuses to follow through. Despite the dismissal of its the longstanding, court-ordered abatement, PSC is still being scrutinized by its neighbors.

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The complaint line has never stopped ringing. Today residents are discouraged from wearing scented products to city functions and must stand 20 feet from any business door if they choose to smoke. So why should PSC, or any business, have the right to perfume an entire neighborhood area without some kind of broader community health discussion. Neighbors should expect little from this pro-business councilwoman. Sometimes news consumers should take a breather, stand back, and try to make sense out of what we are hearing. By juxtaposition maybe we can learn more than facts.

That is a question that we all must face from time to time. Although from different circumstances, Patrick McCullough and Ashley Smith had different answers to that question. Ashley was held hostage by her gunman for just a short time. Her quick decision to treat her captor as a human being and relate to him as an individual and not as the enemy saved her life and possibly many other lives.

Everyone was very lucky that she did not try to use a gun. On the other hand Patrick and his family felt like they were being held hostage in their own home for many years by neighborhood drug dealers.


It seems that the relationship between Patrick and some of his neighbors grew more and more contentious over the years until it resulted in a shooting this year. Could there have been a different outcome? My own story could be illuminating. I was part of the Splinter Group woodworking cooperative in a very marginal neighborhood of West Oakland for 20 years. Unlike our friends in the streets we only experienced property losses. Over time we recognized that those drug dealers were young jobless kids from the neighborhood who had parents, brothers, sisters, and friends many of whom were killed or in jail.

We would see them come and go. Their world was a war zone and we were right in the middle of it during our working hours. Because we did not have the resources and were unable to move our shop to a better neighborhood we decided to try to reach an agreement with our young entrepreneurial neighbors. We invited the leaders into our shop for a talk. We told them that we were in business and that we needed to have a safe and secure place to work.

We suggested that they also needed a safe and secure place to work and live. We made a deal. If they conducted their activities in a business-like manner we would not call the police. Even though many kids were still hanging out and dealing they became our friends and toned down their more obvious illegal activities. Some kids the lucky ones are now adults worked for us and their families looked out for our shop. Never once in the 35 years at this West Oakland location did anyone in the Splinter Group ever use or want a gun. We did not threaten them and they did not threaten us.

We used the Ashley Smith method, but without the pancakes or the religion. This last year we were unwillingly forced to move out of that West Oakland neighborhood and we miss our friends. Those kids are just like everyone else, they want work, education and hope. In , the late Hunter Thompson got his first break as a journalist when he was asked to write an article for the venerable Left journal The Nation, about Berkeley after the Free Speech Movement. His piece is of interest automatically, as the first significant work by a fellow who came to be regarded as a seminal figure in transforming the journalism of an era.

But in truth, those exuberant flights of prose, those feverish fictions illuminating sordid realities, that sprang from his subsequent adventures with the Hells Angels and mind-loosening drugs, are barely hinted here. But hey, why not? By late spring of , when he wrote, the local Civil Rights movement had hardly advanced past summoning white sympathizers from the campus to sit-in against job discrimination—let alone to calling itself Black. The Farmworkers had just begun to march, half a state away, not yet calling for grape boycott.

From this distance, 40 years later, he is visible working entirely within the journalistic canons of the time, as a journalist quietly superb. These people, it was said, were whipping the campus into a frenzy, goading the students to revolt, harassing the administration, and all the while working for their own fiendish ends. You could almost see them loping along the midnight streets with bags of seditious leaflets, strike orders, red banners of protest and cablegrams from Moscow, Peking or Havana.

As in Mississippi and South Vietnam, outside agitators were said to be stirring up the locals, who wanted only to be left alone. Something closer to the truth is beginning to emerge now, but down around the roots of the affair the fog is still pretty thick. As the new semester begins—with a new and inscrutable chancellor—the mood on the Berkeley campus is one of watchful waiting. The basic issues of last year are still unresolved, and a big new one has been added: Vietnam.

For a time it looked as though Governor Edmund Brown had sidetracked any legislative investigation of the university, but late in August Assembly Speaker Jesse Unruh, an anti-Brown Democrat, named himself and four colleagues to a joint legislative committee that will investigate higher education in California. Unruh is a sign of the times. For a while last spring he appeared to be in conflict with the normally atavistic Board of Regents, which runs the university, but somewhere along the line a blue-chip compromise was reached, and whatever progressive ideas the Regents might have flirted with were lost in the summer lull.

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He thinks he knows that the outburst last fall was caused by New York Communists, beatnik perverts and other godless elements beyond his ken. The students themselves, he tells himself, would never have caused such a ruckus. Others in Sacramento apparently shared this view. The bill passed the Assembly by a vote of 54 to 11 and the Senate by 27 to 8. Governor Brown signed it on June 2. The Mulford proposal got a good boost, while it was still pending, when J. Hell, they sent 20, after those 58 Reds in Santo Domirigo. Man, that Lyndon is nothing but hip! Where Mr. The significance of the Mulford law lies not in what it says but in the darkness it sheds on the whole situation in Berkeley, especially on the role of nonstudents and outsiders.

Who are these thugs? What manner of man would lurk on a campus for no reason but to twist student minds? As anyone who lives or works around an urban campus knows, vast numbers of students are already more radical than any Red Mr. Hoover could name. On any urban campus the nonstudent is an old and dishonored tradition. Mulford would make an island of the Berkeley campus but, alas, there are too many guerrillas.

In , I drifted north from Kentucky and became a nonstudent at Columbia. I signed up for two courses and am still getting bills for the tuition. It was a good life. I used the university facilities and at one point was hired to stand in a booth all day for two days, collecting registration fees. Any list. A serious nonstudent is his own guidance counselor. The surprising thing is that so few people beyond the campus know this is going on.

The nonstudent tradition seems to date from the end of World War II. Before that it was a more individual thing. A professor at Columbia told me that the late R. Blackmur, one of the most academic and scholarly of literary critics, got most of his education by sitting in on classes at Harvard. In the age of Eisenhower and Kerouac, the nonstudent went about stealing his education as quietly as possible. It never occurred to him to jump into campus politics; that was part of the game he had already quit. But then the decade ended, Nixon went down, and the civil rights struggle broke out.

With this, a whole army of guilt-crippled Eisenhower deserters found the war they had almost given up hoping for. With Kennedy at the helm, politics became respectable for a change, and students who had sneered at the idea of voting found themselves joining the Peace Corps or standing on picket lines. Student radicals today may call Kennedy a phony liberal and a glamorous sellout, but only the very young will deny that it was Kennedy who got them excited enough to want to change the American reality, instead of just quitting it.

He was a quitter, they say; he had good instincts and a good ear for the sadness of his time, but his talent soured instead of growing. The new campus radical has a cause, a multipronged attack on as many fronts as necessary: if not civil rights, then foreign policy or structural deprivation in domestic poverty pockets.

Injustice is the demon, and the idea is to bust it. The mind of man could devise few tasks more hopeless than rushing around this 1,acre, 27,student campus in the midst of some crowded action, trying to apprehend and remove—on sight and before he can flee—any person who is not a Cal student and is not eligible for readmission. It would be a nightmare of lies, false seizures, double entries and certain provocation. Meanwhile, most of those responsible for the action would be going about their business in legal peace.

If pure justice prevailed in this world, Don Mulford would be appointed to keep order and bag subversives at the next campus demonstrations. There are those who seem surprised that a defective rattrap like the Mulford law could be endorsed by the legislature of a supposedly progressive, enlightened state. But these same people were surprised when Proposition 14, which reopened the door to racial discrimination in housing, was endorsed by the electorate last November by a margin of nearly 2 to 1.

Meanwhile, the nonstudent in Berkeley is part of the scene, a fact of life. The university estimates that about 3, nonstudents use the campus in various ways: working in the library with borrowed registration cards; attending lectures, concerts and student films; finding jobs and apartments via secondhand access to university listings; eating in the cafeteria, and monitoring classes.

In appearance they are indistinguishable from students. However, my occasional protests were always gently overruled.


Bevensen was a place of no great architectural distinction, but it had for me, with my romanticism about the landscape of Germany, the look of a fairy story. It had survived the war intact, and its charm was enhanced by a slow stream with reeds on the surface, which passed under a bridge with turn-of-the-century ironwork. The older houses were washed yellow or pale grey, the inns had benches outside them, heavy metal signs creaked in the evening breeze, and the shops, which were no more than ground-floor rooms, were made known in large Gothic letters painted on the plaster above the front door.

Well outside the town, across the water meadows, there was a large moated house with well-planted trees, and one late afternoon I drove out in my jeep and bought a dachshund puppy from the widow of a general. I set up my headquarters in what had once been a shop, and for interpreter I acquired the services of a Hungarian, who told me that he had worked as a human cannonball in a small circus, until one day he overshot the net, and could work no longer. All day long we received visits from would-be clients and informants, some protesting their innocence, others bemoaning their defeat.

One day, profiting from information received, I carried out a raid on the flat of the young wife of an SS officer, who had served in the East and had not returned. She was very pretty, and she stood her ground. The living-room was overheated, and piled up on the floor and in the cupboards was a senseless profusion of sheets, blankets, towels, luggage, rugs, scent, shoes: souvenirs that the zealous officer had showered on his young bride.

She explained to me that they had once belonged to Jews, who had no right to them, and then asked me with great indignation why, in taking her things away, I was any different from the Germans. Once I found myself a participant in what was in effect the notorious Operation Cossack. In the first few weeks after the end of the war, the forced labour from Western Europe returned home, leaving behind a group of displaced people, always in black, mostly from the Balkans or the Ukraine, and largely women.

One day we received the order that all those born the far side of the Oder-Neisse Line were to be got to some collection point, from which they would be repatriated eastward. Somewhat to my surprise, when the time came, a number resisted, and, as I stood by the tail-gate of the three-tonner, ticking off the names of the stragglers as they were pushed up and into the truck, I felt irritation. But none of the day-to-day work I had to do could be freed from the one long shadow that was cast as I saw it over all our lives.

The decree had gone out from the Allied victors that, if a German spoke to a British soldier, you were not to speak back; if a German smiled at you, you were not to smile back; and any contact between the occupying forces and the indigenous population that was not a matter of practical exigencies was a punishable offence. As an Intelligence Officer, I could easily disregard them, and did. Skin softened around his eyes as he listened to the eternal denial. Ich bin niemals im Partei gewesen. I formed a real friendship with a couple named Schmidt, who had been bombed out of Hamburg.

He had been a lawyer, she was the granddaughter of a British admiral, and they had known, they told me, Wollheims in Hamburg; I had no idea how much of what they said was credible, and how much was designed to please. Then, for diversion, I went to parties of great depravity, given by an unctuous rogue, who was the Allied Military Government Officer stationed in the larger town of Uelzen. His flat outdid that of the SS wife in its profusion of loot. To these parties there came officers from the local Polish cavalry brigade, bringing with them giant bottles of vodka, warm from the illicit still.

There were one or two officers from my battalion, and the German girls whom our host kept as a harem. She described the roses and the lilac and the sand-dunes, and then the bombardment and the coming of the Russians. Around midnight, when their masters were too drunk to protest, the girls banded together, and sang songs of the Hitler Youth. But for the soldiers, it was another matter. Every day, as they patrolled the town, they had to sustain the smiles of the young girls who flung back their blonde pigtails as they passed their victors in the street. Every day the army cooks were instructed to step up the bromide ration in the tea until the taste was bitter, and the spoon stood virtually upright in the billycan.

Then one morning I was called in to see my new colonel. He told me that he had received a communication from very high up, proposing a solution to the problem I had raised with him. There had recently been discovered, parallel to the many many unhappy soldiers to whom the company of women would mean much, a number of unhappy women, mercifully not German, to whom the company of men would mean as much. These were the women survivors of Belsen, not far away, which had been overrun in the last days of the war. It had been suggested at the very highest level that the two problems could now be solved in one.

Would I therefore regard it as my duty, as soon as I had arranged transport, to drive over to Belsen, see the people in charge, and arrange a dance? I told my colonel, as respectfully as I could, that I thought this a very bad idea. My colonel reminded me where the idea had originated, it had come from very high up, it was an order, and would I therefore, as soon as I had arranged transport, drive over to Belsen, see the people in charge, and arrange a dance.

Belsen was in strange, beautiful country of great melancholy: an expanse of heath, with silver birches, large regular ponds, and giant rocks covered with lichen; it fostered a whole German sensibility. The camp itself had initially been conceived of in distant peacetime as a place where, in the victorious war to come, young heroes, returning from the front for a few days, might be pampered, their courage rewarded, and their worst nightmares soothed in the arms of young girls; from this original conception there remained a number of small thatched cottages standing on sandy islands in the ponds.

It was in one of these cottages, mercifully out of sight of the large sheds that had become part of the machinery of death, that I lunched with some young doctors from the relief agency that ran the camp. They had taken time off from work that could not spare them to confirm just how bad an idea the dance was. People were still dying every day, and many of those who were out of physical danger were in a catatonic state.

But ultimately the doctors and I lived under the same orders, and, by the time I left, a day had been fixed when I would return to pick up however many women were thought fit for the ordeal. Ten days later, I arrived with my trucks, while, back in Bevensen, a group of citizens chosen by the burgomaster were putting the final touches to the place of entertainment. The Belsen survivors who were pronounced fit were put into clean clothes, and lined up, though for exactly what they had no idea.

However, as soon as they saw my convoy, they knew.