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Being a Negro in the -%outh
The Meanest Film Critic of Them All
George Romney, Presidential Candidate
Of Girls, A Photographer's Statement
China, The Ambassador's View from
Dave Strack's Season of Defeat
Twenty-Two Seconds To Build a Car
Notes from the Editor
Magazines and newspapers are
different animals. They appeal to
different interests, they do dif-
ferent things. Reading one doesn't
make up for not reading the oth-.
A newspaper, more than any-
thing else, is plugged into the mo-
ment. It is a creature of the pres-
ent and because of this it ages at
an alarmingly fast rate in com-
parison with the man-hours that
go into any issue.
Sometimes papers are pretty
good, often they are not. But even
when a paper is not very good it
doesn't much matter. For people
read papers as a kind of hobby,
something they do as much for
enjoyment as for enlightenment
at about the same time every
day. And papers don't really de-
liver much that could pass. for
genuine enlightenment anyway,
just a lot of quick glimpses at
what was happening yesterday.
The big trouble with newspapers
is that "the mystique of the news-
paperman" is simply not too rele-
vant to the world as it prods
somewhat reluctantly into the last
third of the 20th century.
The scoops and flashes and
eight column headlines, while
often most interesting, are worth
more for their shock, "gee-whiz,
how about that!" value than for
any real insight they provide.
For the great newspaperman,
the one who wins the Pulitzer
Prizes and the accolades of his
colleagues, the fact that the world
is burning down is much less im-
portant to him than his finding
out where separate matches are
These separate spot facts be-
come news-and the newspaper
lives or dies on the hard news it
can produce. But in and of them-
selves these spot facts don't mean
much. And virtually all that any
newspaper gives its readers is
such a cross-word puzzle of bits-
and-pieces with no attempt made
at putting any of them together
into a comprehensible whole.
It seems safe to speculate that
most newspaper readers have very
little understanding of the un-
derlying issues which are prompt-
ing most of their page one stories.
Despite all the coverage most
American papers give to riots in
urban ghettos, how many give an
equally intensive treatment to ex-
plaining the true conditions of the
Negro or the dynamics of poverty?
Not too many.
And although there are lots of
federal budget stories, how many
papers describe the dynamics of
deficit-spending economics to
their readers? When a foreign
country suddenly erupts it be-
comes big news, but how many
newspaper readers hear about the
forces at play in underdeveloped
Which is where the magazine
But the big question is where
do college students get spare-
time reading with ideas relevant
to the lives they are leading and
the subjects they are studying?
There are some professional
magazines around aimed at col-
lege readers, but these are either
downright patronizing (e.g.,
"What to do on Your Big Date!")
or trying so hard to be hip that
they fall on their faces.
The feeling in professional cir-
cles seems to be that a magazine
that isn't irrelevant won't be read
by college students. A casual sur-
vey would probably reveal that,
besides The Daily, most students
limit their outside reading to brief
snatches of Time or Newsweek
with Sports Illustrated, Made-
moiselle and Playboy thrown in.
These are good magazines, but
they are mostly diversion and
when you put them down you
rarely know a lot more than when
We are editing this: magazine
with the idea that it will be a nice.
thing to sit down with and. do
some thinking without feeling ov-
erburdened. We tiink this first
issue represents a good beginning.
seconds is sufficient to do the job,
drink some milk, eat some candy,
and then do the job again.
The great occasion of the day is
lunch. Nothing else, except the final
whistle, takes as long to come. No-
thing else is so short. A sandwich or
two, milk, perhaps an apple-and
it5s back to the line. Pauses seem to
go by as fast as work on the line is
Every so often: jackpot! The Line
Has Broken Down. Only when the
conveyors split, or the chains break
does the line stop. Instantaneously
the workers disappear, to recline on
boxes, boards, chairs, any place they
can savor the dead beast. A quiet
descends on the factory, the giant
engines pushing the system are still-
ed. It does not rest often.
Nor long. Before you know it, the
line once again calls you back to
The line has taught you its bless-
ing. It wastes no time. Instead it
bids time slow down, and time
agrees. Together they drive you mad.
The regular workers on the line
are called the "old men."
Larry has been here two years.
He's only 24 years old, but he already
has the slow movements of an old
"Crazy George" has been here for
40 years; he retires next month. He
was dull after 10 years (though only
35 at the time), by his 45th birth-
dayhe was almost senile. His 55th
birthday brought a day off, thanks
to the union, but George came to
work anyway. He didn't need the ex-
tra money (he was paid if he came
in or not) he just couldn't think of
doing anything else. A little time
after that, George earned his nick-
By his retirement summer, he was
dancing and singing, making unus-
ual gestures at the guided tours that
came through, and the younger
workers were a little worried about
him as his mind drifted away from
Other men react differently. One
hot night last summer, a worker,
recently arrived from the South, in-
vited the foreman into an elevator,-
ostensibly to go up to the labor re-
lations office. The door closed, and
the elevator started.
The worker got off at the second
floor, the foreman didn't, he was
dead, with a slit throat.
The worker hadn't been accustom-
ed to the pressure:
There's a deadline every 22 sec-
onds. Every 22seconds.'the south-
erner, and there was .another one
and another murder that summer,
wasn't used to the pace. You ddn't
E rest, you don't stop to talk,youdon't
do anything but your job. Ifyobu
don't do that, the foreman does
He'll leave you alone if you work.
Someone not accustomed to the line,
three months removed from Appala-
chia, from the Mississippi Delta
didn't do his share. He was used to
the different rhythm. The foreman
has a job, he rides you. The job
would be bearable if there were no
foreman (or if you get a decent
one). Rhythm clashed with rhythm
-and they caught'the worker be-
hind some vats of paint.
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