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A LAST GLANCE:
The Intelligentsia: "A Tragedy Is in the Making'

AY, MAY 2, 1964

NIGHT EDITOR: MARY LOU BUTCHER

The Civil Rghts Movement:
Another Look at Violence

SEEMS THAT whenever anybody
ants to convince Negroes that viol-
in civil rights'demonstrations is bead,
'esorts to the pragmatic rationaliza-
that such violence hurts rather than
s the civil rights ,movement-dilatory
ins antagonize whites instead of per-
lng them not to discriminate against
roes.
it the civil rights movement is notr
y a process of convincing whites
they shouldn't discriminate against
oes. Obstructive civil rights demon-.
tions are not intended to change
-seated prejudice in white America's
t. The racial atmosphere in the Unit-
tates is not one where Negroes lay,
r requests before a critical audience
hites who may or may not acquiesce
nding on whether or not such pleas
their minds.
ST, THE CIVIL RIGHTS movement
not simply asking for things; it is,
ng up ajbargaining power with which
opes to achieve '-goals.. Second, the
ediate goal of the civil rights move-
t' is to end discrimination-the elim-
on of prejudice is a secondary and
nt goal. Third, the decision of how
oes should be treated no longer rests
eatly with the white majority-there
be great costs to be paid if Negro
ands are not satisfied.;
r society is more than a bunch of
and bodies, and when Southern
ocrats warn that pressure from mi-
ties and mass demonstrations will not
ence their decisions, they completely
the intention and effect of the civil,
is movement. For what is happening
iat , the conflict over civil rights is
g moved from Congress to a larger
a-the streets, sidewalks, schools,
s and states of the union-our Unit-
tates. A power is being-set up Inde-
lent of Congress.
rHORITY COMES from two sources
-the consent of those who live under
authority or the ability of that au-
ty to deliver punishment if orders"
laws are not followed.!/ Obviously,
tress either never had,. has lost or
lose the consent of a major constit-
y of our society, the Negroes, be-
e for all intents an'd pufposes the
'oes are largely unrepresented there.
As means that congressmen, . having
given the legal right to legislate,

still feel that the final decision (plus or
minus a President's signature) rests with
them, but while they have the law en-
forcement resources to maintain the laws,
they may not have the consent of the
Negroes they govern.
It is thus ridiculous for congressmen
to say that they will not respond to
threats on the theory that such state-
ments will stem imminent violence.j
FURTHER, WHITES cannot argue that
the Negro has no right to break the law
through civil disobedience. There is no
greater political right than for a con-
stituency to feel it has a voice in the
banks, police forces, newspapers, coun-
try clubs, city councils, state and nation-
al government of the nation; when the
government does not seem legitimate to
the Negroes, there is no. "right" in the
world which can stop them from taking.
to the streets.
And one cannot argue that the nation'
would turn into complete chaos if every
minority took to violence to achieve what
it wanted because not every minority will
take to violence. On the whole, minorities
other than the Negro feel that they have
access to the power structure.
HOW THEN SHOULD the United States
handle the demands of the Negro con-
stituency? If the nation refuses to rec-
ognize the, non-legal power of the civil
rights movement, more violence will sure-
ly follow.
If the nation begins to acquiesce to
these demands, violent and obstruction-
ist actions may be abandoned. However,
acquiescence may not even be enough to
stem bloodshed. Already the Associated
Press is reporting all the blood and guts
details of racial demonstrations without
mentioning their intent; the protests are
becoming directionless and the frustra-
tion may remain no matter how many
demands are fulfilled. And recognizing
the non-legal power may lead to more
violence. After all, if a little violence
works, more will surely help.
BUT THE ONLY RECOURSE is to ful-
fill Negro demands, even against our
lorn'beliefs (or prejudices), and then pray
that violence will decrease. As Charlie
'Thomas has said, "Results from Peaceful
Pickets or Else."
-MICHAEL SATTINGER
Acting Associate Managing Editor

By MARJORIE BRAHMS
Associate Editorial Director
1963-64
THREE A.M., six days a week
during the school year, over
6800 copies of The Michigan Daily
come off the press at 420 May-
nard. How many man hours go
into each edition? How hard was
it for the night editor, who may
have had an exam that day to
lock the paper by the 2 a.m. dead-
line? How frustrated and disap-
pointed does he-and other staff
members-feel when he sees the
innumerable errors and imper-
fetions in it?
A Daily, to thepeople who put
it out, is a product of time, energy,
imagination and initiative. They
give their concern, their care, their
creativity to it, to make it as
good as they know how. Their re-
ward is a small pay, check, by-
lines and exhaustion. There are
other rewards, too: friends met at
and through The Daily, contact
with University personnel, per-
hams a measure of notoriety, the
dubious honor of contributing to
the editorial page.
BUT THOSE REWARDS aren't
enough. For me, there was a para-
doxical feeling when I saw The
Daily in final form, perhaps on a
doorstep waiting to be picked up
and read. The Daily belongs to no
one: not to the reader, the writer,
the editor, the linotypists or com-
positor, not even to the Board in
Control of Student Publications
or the Regents. It is read and
thrown away.
But in a sense it does belong to
someone. Every page-the ads, the
news stories, the makeup, the
editing, the editorials, the typo-
graphical errors- is the product
of a group of people. And those
people, or at least some of them,
have put 5o much of themselves
into what'they have done, that
surely it must belong to them, if
only in a very inexplicable sense.
* * .
PERSONAL INVOLVEMENT for
a student at the University usually
goes as far as his studies, his
roommates, his friends and him-
self. The Daily is one of the few
places on campus, however, that
translates this narrow involve-
ment into a deep commitment to
something basically public, rather
than personal.
Yet this commitment to a news-
paper must be an emotional, high-
ly personal one if it is to be
beneficial to the person. The Daily
is expansive enough so that one
can pour all his energy and crea-
tivity into it-and feel a sense of
satisfaction. It is a chance for
a person, all of him, to work and
develop something other than him-
self, and consequently, himself as
well.
Given this viewpoint, it is not
difficult to understand how, for
some staff members, The Daily
has become an education-in some
cases more valuable than a con-
ventional classroom education.
The Daily demands all you can
give it, and demands it urgently
and continuously, whereas aca-
demia demands good grades and
reasonable mastery of the material
-and only by the final exam.
'*.
TRADITIONALLY, outgoing
Daily senior editors write a final,
"farewell" editorial. The "fare-
well" has come to be a statement
of one's most profound medita-
tions on such topics as The Spir-
tual Dilemma of Mankind, Why
the University Soon Will Be at the
Bottom of the Dung-Heap, and
Education and Its Commitment to
Developing the Complete Man. On
a less cosmic level, some editors
have written on their personal ex-
periences at the University and
attempted to give, forever in
printer's ink, some coherence to
them.
I don't mean to deride what
many of my predecessors have
done. But I would like to explain

my own conception of a "farewell."
It is not a final statement made
to the campus community. I do
not believe I have the desire to
communicate with it nor the
knowledge to enlighten it nor the
rapport necessary to gain its un-
derstanding. 'One does not say
goodbye to people one really never
met.
To me, a "farewell" editorial is
the final offering I can contribute
to a sort of super diary. That
diary is The Daily which, six times
a week, chronicled the lives and
efforts of myself and the people
I worked with and for. Many of
those people are extremely fine
and sensitive, and I respect and'
like them very much. They have
the courage to believe something
and to write it down for publica-
tion, for the perusal, scorn and
infrequent admiration of many
readers. I thank them for making
The Daily as good as it is and
blame them for its being so bad.
I admire them for working on it
when there is much else they
could do and might want to do.
Their legacy is the excitement of
seeing a newspaper come fresh
off the press, knowing they have
created it. To them, I say "fare-
well."
CAMPUS FOLKLORE has it
that once upon a time, the wildest,
*-.,An,- n-a.innl nmarr.l *nA

been struck by the intelligence of
the students, the acumen and
knowledge of the professors, the
city-like atmosphere of this self-
sufficient campus and the general
well-fed look of the people con-
nected with the University. Phy-
sically and mentally, it is basically
a healthy, upper middle class
place. It produces doctors, lawyers,
politicians, teachers, chemists, en-
gineers-the mechanics of an ef-
ficient, growing society. It pro-
duces people prepared to be dedi-
cated parents, citizens and phi-
lanthropists-sincere, devoted PTA
members all. It's very comforting.
1, HOWEVER, in what is per-
haps a rash undertaking, would
like to put in a word for the mal-
contents: this generation's Anti-
Christ.
Who are they? Rebels, icono-
clasts, discontents, rejectors, de-
stroyers, deniers - also leaders
and visionaries. There is a sensi-
tivity in some people which is far
more than an intellectual aware-
ness: it is a fear of being wounded
again by a society antagonistic to
the different one, to the ideological
or emotional freak, the lost soul.
There are some people who can-
not let themselves be conditioned.
There are some who want the
right to say "I don't care. Let me
be." There are some passionately
disturbed by a cruel and violent
society, who must work to make
that society healthy and sane.
There are many others.
* * *
THESE ARE the people - the
criticizers, the rebels, the sensitive
people, the different ones, the
outcasts-who no longer come to
work on The Daily. They once, I
believe, did. ?There are then two
possibilities as to their where-
abouts: either they do not now
exist-and perhaps never did exist
-or they are somewhere else. I
sincerely, hope that their breed
hasn't become fat and satisfied

like most of the undergraduates I
have met here; I hope they are
somewhere and will soon, if they
care to, assume leadership posi-
tions on a campus'- that needs
them.
The potential-PTA members. I
call the educated men. The others
I call the intelligentsia. In my.
personal conception of the intelli-
gentsia, I include those who are
outside of the warm family circle
of society, disgusted and at war
with it.
It is the special province of
youth, who can afford it, to be
disillusioned, angry and "anti."
However, what I see around me,
in the dorms, quads, fraternities
and sororities, are frolicking, fru-
guing youngsters who pehaps will
remember '63 more as the year of
Cazzie than of the assassination
of a President. I don't doubt that
they study and they think-I only
wonder if they ever learned any-
thing deeply and applied it to
their lives and if they ever created
anything or challenged, anything
or attempted to question seriously
their values. I suspect that the
educated men are like sheep, al-
though very intelligent and very
clean 'sheep: they huddle together
for mutual warmth and encour-
agement and look very much alike.
*. * *
AS DISAPPOINTED as I have
been in the predominating kind of
student here, I have been consis-
tently impressed by the kind of
faculty member at the University.
Some of my instructors and pro-
fessors have been stimulating and
concerned about their students
and many have been friendly and
helpful. Too often, except for the
conventional applause on the last
day of class, they are not thanked
by the students. I would like to
thank some of mine now. The one
indispensible element for a uni-
versity's greatness is its faculty's
devotion and high calibre. I think
we have a very high calibre fac-

ulty; I only hope it is devoted
enough to stay here although fi-
nancial opportunities may be bet-.
ter elsewhere. But that, no doubt,
is naive idealism.
If the students here are lacking
in critical ability, educated men
rather than intelligentsia, the
blame must be placed somewhere.
It is, of course, the students'
fault, and the fault of our society.
But it is also the prefessors' fault.
Their job is much more than
teaching facts and concepts; they
have an obligation to make the
University experience a truly edu-
cational one, a seeking and find-
ing, a questioning experience. Is
that, too, naive idealism?
OVER THREE YEARS, my
opinion of that gray-flannel mass
in the orange salmon loaf, the
administration, has changed sub-
stantially. At first I subscribed to
the theory that they are ogres,
wanting only, to subvert the in-
stitution and destroy the ideals of
higher education and of humanity
'in general. Presently, I think
somewhat less harshly of Them.
Although the president does not
seem to be running the University.
-but rather functioning as an
attractive figurehead-a very cap-
able, imaginative and vigorous
man is running it internally for
him and two other equally capable
men are handling business and
state relations.
I think the University is in ex-
tremely competent hands with,
these three men, But I question
how many administrators see their
role as running the University for
the faculty members and students.
If they did, the wishes of these
people would be of paramount im-
portance, 'even more importaIt
than the wishes of legislators-
many of whom seem stupid and
short sighted.
Of course, if 99 per cent of the
students and faculty wanted the
University to move to Los Angeles

i.

because the weather is nicer, I
don't maintain the administration
should carry out this wish with
all due speed. But I do think that
in such matters as the residence
college, the trimester, the length
and even the continued existence
of exams, both groups-students
and faculty--should be polled,
early in the decision-making
process.
* * *'
THE BLACK MARK o the en-
tire administration is the Office
of Student Affairs, revamped in
its structure but not in its per-
sonnel. I don't completely dislike
the policies or procedures of that
office; I merely- think that it.
should, on philosophical grounds,
be abolished. It seems to me that
a university is meant to educate,
in the fullest sense possible: to
foster criticism and dispassionate
analysts; the OSA fosters con-
formity. I value a liberal educa-
tion and a total education of the
total man. I do not see how the
OSA has anything to do with edu-
cation in any sense. Administer-
ing the extra-classroom experience
of the student-housing, activities,
rules, student government, judi-
ciaries-does not mean the OSA
contributes to the students' intel-
lectual. and academic experience
here.
I favor an administrator in
charge of housing arrangements,
one in charge of coordinating
counseling, one in charge of fi-
nancial aid to students=and that's
all. Students can run their own
organizations, including their own
sororities and fraternities, and if
they can't, then the organizations
will die.
My impression of the OSA- is
that it is an- office which regulates
my extra-classroom life much as
the literary college regulates my
classroom life.. The latter is con-
sistent. with the purpose of an
educational institution. The for-
mer is not; it is, simply, meddling.
I would like to choose where I live
and with whom, what time I come.
in at night or go out in the morn-
ing, what organizations I estab-
lish or join-and all by myself,
without the pseudo direction of
people who don't know me at all.
Furthermore, I challenge the
right of the Uniyersity to limit my
rights, 'as it feels it can do for,
my supposed benefit. The OSA
should be purely administrative-
not a policy-making organ.
* * *
THE QUESTION of the future
of the University is by now{ so
outworn that it seems senseless to
discuss it. My only even half-way
original contribution is that I am
of the opinion that the discussion
doesn't matter that much.
.I am not overly concerned that
the University be the best, or
second best, public institution of
higher education in the nation. As
long as there are good schools, I
am not worried. Michigan need not
necessarily be one of the best or
even of the better. I would like it
if it were. But if _Michiga State,
Wisconsin ,or, Illinois 'is," then
Michigan's downfall will be com-
pensated for. However, itisun-.
fortunate that this downfall may
happen, since this school has both
a tradition "of excellence and the
physical facilities on which to
build future greatness.
I only worry that the decline
and possible fall of the University
signals a possible fall of many
other state universities, which may
be suffering, from similar prob-
lems: overcrowdedness, lack of
funds, overbureaucratization and
competition between a state's
schools.
s * * *
A FAMOUS alumnus of the
University and of' The Daily.
Arthur Miller, wrote an article in
1953 called "University of Michi-
gan." He 'recorded his impressions
of Michigan '53 versus his Michi-
gan of 1934-38. He loved it in '38
and still in '53. (There is some-
thing endearing about Ann Arbor,
I think, about its warm, rainy

springs and snowy winters, Its
gaiety, and bustle, its eclectic 'ar-
chitecture, its ramshakle frame
houses, its hilly streets.) But he
notices a change in the atmos-
phere:
"It may be the faculty men.
~are correct who, see a profound
shift of values which will 'make
of Michigan a place not unin-
telligent, not overly browbeaten,
but a school of obedient prag-
matists where each individual
walks in blinders toward his
niche in government or giant
corporation, his soul unswept by
the hot blasts of new ideas and
vast social concepts. Michigan,
the size of the investment in it,
and the mutual suspicion that is
griping so many people are
forces that would help such a
pocess along . . . It is in such
remarks and attitudes that one
sees the absence of an idealism
that I clearly remember at
Michigan and in'its place a kind
of pragmatism that threatens to
create a race of salesmen in the
tawdry sense of 'that word."
He reminisces:
"It was, iff short, the testing
ground for all my prejudices, my
beliefs and my ignorance, and it
helped to lay out the boundaries
of my life. For me it had, above
everything-else, variety and free-
dom. It is probably the same
tnayT'r If nvt o +rr, ra v iin

-Daily-Rihard Cooper
Precitse ,Choral*,Union Concertn

Beat Drums Beat'

LAWDUUH, UGHMZ!" "FAAAWPGH
HUCH!" "Awrite, look youse guys,
e's only one way to get outa this pa-:
, thas t' faint!"
p, it's the annual All-Service, Armed
es Day ROTC Parade-type Review.
rsday night was practice, which
nt trampling the grass of Ferry Field
of all recognition. This, morning at
the Big Thing: finishing the job
he grass in front of about 70 or 80
le, less than one-tenth the number of
ts on the field.
'TURE 700 OR 800 husky, sloppy fel-
)ws standing out in the cold and wet
ained all day Thursday) in formation.
at least an .hour, then, marching
nd in a gigantic circle a couple of
s to practice for this morning.f
e order is given to come to parade
and immediately dirty jokes start
ing; what is supposed to be some
of erect stance becomes a prehistoric
h with hands in pockets, weight on
foot. About .a quarter light up cig-
es; the rest shiver. Most are un-
en and attired in their worst clothes,
uniforms weren't required for the
tice. The company cadet major, no
military-looking or -behaving than
est of the boys,.shuffles through the
s telling the unlistening slobs that if
sun beating down on their brains
Acting Editorial Staff.
[L BERKSON .............Editor'
ETB WINTER... . Managing Editor
RD HERSTEIN..............Editoria [e)rector
3WIRTZMAN ... ........Perstonnel Director

makes them faint during the Big One to-
day, they'll be lucky enough to get out of
the parade, but of course they'll flunk.
ROTC (since it's a degree requirement
once one has gotten into the program too
far, he'll have to stick around an extra
semester). If they're fortunate enough
not to faint, the major drawls, they'll be
fortunate (?) enough to pass.
THE ORDER IS GIVEN to march, for-
ward-style. No one really pays atten-
tion to staying in step since he can't stand
to listen to the Tri-Service band screech-
ing out the beat. "Left Turn, Ho!" 'and
everyone kind of sallies around the cor-
ner. "Eyes, Right!" and everybody has to
look at the handful of lower-echelon dig-
nitaries the services got to come to the
practice and the fete to give out awards.
Once through would be enough, but
then the Big Fellow tells all the company
majors that there was too much goofing
around (the Big Fellow was slouching
himself) and everyone's gotta go through{
it again. If it didn't look unmilitary the
first time .
BUT THIS MORNING things will be
different-somewhat, that is, since all
"different" means is that the whole mot-
ley crew of boy-type college men will be
in uniform and everyone will look just
perfectly military: all alike.
Since there's no inspection, one will
find hardly a single uniform even half-
way pressed, hardly one button or shoe
even half-way polished, not many shaven
faces or trimmed heads of hair. There'll
be an occasional jaw chawing gum and
many mouths surreptitiously moving on
the side, whispering obscenities about the
whole affair to the fellow next-door. And

LAST NIGHT the Choral Union
joined the Philadelphia Or-
chestra in presenting a concert of'
music that covers three centuries.
The main unifying factor in this
concert was excellence of the
chorus and the soloists. The con-
cert was one of precision and
beauty.
The concert opened with Bach's
most popular cantata "Sleepers,
Wake" with the Choral Union,
Lois Marshall, John /McCollum
and Ralph Herbert. The Choral
Union sang with accuracy and
excitement. The conductor for the
evening, Thor Johnson, made the
group sound like the best of large
choruses. Mr. Johnson's ideas
about the final chorale were
novel, but very effective. The
singing by Miss Marshall and Mr.
Herbert was in some respects a
model for future Bach perform-
ances. The execution of the= em-

bellishments was exceptional in
that the soloists executed them
in the same. manner, a ,rare oc-
curence in performances today.
However, the playing by the solo-
ists of the orchestra had much to
be desired, as did the singing of
Mr. McCollum. The vocal honors,
were easily carried away by Miss
Marshall and Mr. Herbert.
* * *
CHARLES TREGER, the young
American violinist, brought the
first half of the program to a
brilliant close with the difficult'
"Scottish Fantasy for Violin, Harp,
and Orchestra" by Bruch. Al-
though he is in his twenties, Mr..
Treger showed that he is a con-
summate artist. His acknowledge-
ment of the harpist was appre-
ciated by the audience. Mr. Treg-
er's rare lapses from grace made
him seem more human, but he
surmounted the superhuman dif-
ficulties of the final movement

perfectly. A fine performance by
the young artist.
Miss Marshall and the Choral
Union finished the program with
a superb performance of the
"Gloria" by Poulenc. Miss Mar-
shall again showed her artistry
in this piece. The Choral Union
sang with good tone and only the
lack of altos marred the fine bal-
ance of the group. The final move-
ment found Miss Marshall in good
form singing several beautiful
pianissimos. Perhaps the only way
I can describe this is to say that
rarely has such, singing been
heard in Ann Arbor.
* * *
THE PHILADELPHIA Orches-
tra was in better form than they
were opening night, but we should
be able to expect more and better
from them. Maybe this is to come
in the future.
-Richard LeSuer

i

THE SERVANT':


Film Is a Vehicle for Pinter

At the Campus Theatre
THE STRANGEST THING about
Joseph Losey's "The Servant"
is that, like its characters, the
film is affected. It concerns an ef-
fete young Chelsea aristocrat
(Ton) whose manservant, by pan-
dering (both figuratively and lit-
erally) to his weaknesses, quietly
overturns the scale of master
and employe. A modern "Faust" in
fact. The process revolves around
a charade of social attitudes which
is so long sustained that it might
have become tedious were it not'
for the obvious involvement of the
camera in all the' fun.
Most of the action takes place
in the aristocrat's Chelsea home,
which is a monster of Victorian
tastelessness ("What's this?" says
his fiancee of a huge painting of
nymphs and ,naked goddesses,
"Classical? Idcall it prehistoric.")
To appreciate its ugliness, the
camera nestles in angles, peers

Tony's silhouette against a cur-
tain, a bulging, collapsing parody
of his profile, is as expressive as
it is attractive: but I cannot ac-
cept the tap that drips faster as
Tony's lust waxes hotter, except
possibly as self-parody. And then,
after he grabs his mistress in his
arms, the camera zooms out for a,
peregrination amongst the neigh-
borhood trees . . . ugh. Such un-
evenness of intention and execu-
tion isdisastrous in this film, re-
ducing what might have been a
brilliant work of art to another
artful-but intelligent-=feature'
IT'S FOUNDED solidly in a
glittering screenplay by Harold
Pinter, full of wit, perception and,
cruelty. "Barrett!" says the upper-
class fiancee to the servant,
"Come here . . . do you use a
deoderant? . . Tell me, do you
think it would go well with the
color sche-nie?" Pinter character-
izes individuals nreciselv by their

country house, which serve chiefly
(and brilliantly) to show off his
control of upper-class cliche. But
one's final impression -is more of
shadow than. substance. The dia-
logue is quicksilver, certainly, but
cumulatively it has little to do
with plot or thematic develop-
ment. It gives us superb insights
of the master and servant before
and after their reversal of roles;
but it fails, like the film, to show
the PROCESS of reversal.
Towards the end of the film,
the thread of' continuity becomes
particularly thin when a house-
party-cum-orgy is almost gratui-
tously. patched on for good meas-
ure. Again, nicely observed. But,
worse than irrelevant, it provokes
new questions too late for the
film to answer them: why does the
fiancee allow Barrett to kiss her?
what is the 'symbolism of her
white dress among all those black
ones (not purity amid sin, God
fnrhir?