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drie £iryigan Daity
Eighty-one years of editorial freedom
Edited and managed by students at the University of Michigan

one too many mornings
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Classified research report

SENATE ASSEMBLY'S Research Policies
Committee (RPC) has completed its fin-
al report on classified research at t h e
University. And the University-wide fa-
culty representative body, which asked
for the report in March, is scheduled to
take it -up at its monthly meeting Mon-
The report comes after nearly four
years of sporadic but heated controversy
over classified military research on cam-
pus. And, despite some modifications it
proposes in current procedure, the com-
mittee's report basically asks little more
' than a continuation of the University's
present ambiguous policy on the research.
The committee's majority report re-
commends that Assembly's Classified Re-
search Committee (CRC) continue to ex-
amine each proposed classified project,
and apply to it a new, but still unclear-
ly° defined standard - that the project's
"clearly forseeable results" not be the
destruction or injury of human life, as
opposed to the currently used and simi-
larly unclearly defined standard, which
asks that the project's "specific purpose"
not be to do such damage.
Although the new wording appears
more stringent than the old, the way in
which CRC would interpret it would be
vital. And the University community has
little reason to have much faith in that
committee - the same body whose ma-
'jority for years passed almost every pro-
posal for secret research brought before
its uncritical eyes.
DESPITE THE LACK of progess in this
recommendation, RPC's other pro-
posals go in the right direction, though
not far enough. Their position that CRC
should have access to the work state-
ment, or detailed requirements, of pro-
jects under consideration would insure
the committee has a more accurate, com-
plete basis on which to judge the appro-
priateness of the project. "Conceivably,
the additional, more detailed informa-
tion might have altered the decision of
the reviewing committee," the r ep o r t
states, referring to a study of already
approved projects.
Along this same line, the recommenda-
tion that work statements and the pre-
proposal summary forms submitted to
CRC be made public would help to lift
the veil of secrecy that has surrounded
this research. It would be more appro-
priate, however, to make these materials
public after they are acted upon by CRC
rather than waiting for funding of the
proje t by a sponsor, as the report sug-
THE' CITY OF Ann Arbor is conducting
a ',pecial registration ldrive, this week
and next directed especially t o w a r d
young voters. Besides the normal regis-
tration hours at the City Clerk's office,
people can .register between 3 and 8 p.m.
these two weeks in the main lobby of the
f Union, at North Campus Commons, the
Ann Arbor Community Center on Main
Street,. Pioneer High School, and various
other schools and fire stations. Registra-
tion will also' be 'held at the Fishbowl at
hours to be announced.
' Editorial Staff
Exectitive Editor Managing Editor'
STEVE KOPPMAN Editorial Page Editor

RICK'PERLOFF .. Associate Editorial Page Editor
PAT MaHONEY .. Assistant Editorial Page Editor
LYNN WEINER'.. . .. Associate Managing Editor
LARRY LEMPERT ... Associate Managing Editor
ANITA (-RONE ,. . .,.. . Arts. Editor
JIM IRW IN ... . ,, ...... Associate Art's Editor
JANET FREY .............. .Personnel Director
ROBERT CONROW . .. Books Editor
JIM JUDKIS .......... Photography Editor
NIGHT EDITORS: Rose Sue Berstein, Mark Dillen,
Sara Fitzgerald, Tammy Jacobs, Alan Lenhoff,
Jonathan Miller, Hester Pulling, Carla Rapoport,
Robert Schreiner, W. E. Schrock, Geri Sprung.
COPY EDITORS: Lindsay Chaney, Art Lerner, Debra
DAY EDITORS: Pat Bauer, Linda Dreeben, Jim
Irwin, Hannah Morrison, Chris Parks, Gene
Robinson, Zachary Schiller.
Cohn, John Mitchell, Beth Oberfelder, Kristin Ring-
strom, Kenneth Schulze, Tony Schwartz, Jay Sheye-
vitz, Gloria Jane Smith, Sue Stark, Ted Stein,
Paul Travis, Marcia Zoslaw.

Another positive suggestion contained
in the report urges Senate Assembly to
set up a new committee to review all
classified projects annually to confirm
they continue to conform to University
policies. Such a group, if the membership
could be chosen fairly, would help guard
against errors of interpretation by CRC.
RUT THE ESSENTIAL ambiguity r e -
mains in the majority report. The
"Eyes of the Army" - the title the Uni-
versity has earned from the Department
of Defense - has specialized in work both
whose "specific purpose" and whose
"clearly forseeable results" can be, and
have been, the subject of seemingly tnd-
less debate in recent years.
University researchers have concen-
trated on developing remote sensing de-
vices capable of locating human beings
through their heat, movement and voices,
even through dense jungles.
They have developed new types of rad-
ars that pinpoint moving targets, human
and otherwise, and take detailed r a d a r
surveillance photographs from miles
away 'during the day and night.
Researchers have done significant work
on countermeasures or devices and tech-
niques which allow aircraft and combat
vehicles to carry out their missions with-
out fear of counterattack.
This research has aided immensely the
U.S. war effort in Indochina over the
years, providing sophisticated new equip-
ment capable of detecting guerillas for
In spite of this clear contribution to
U.S. war technology and destruction cap-
abilities, the RPC essentially recommends
that CRC continue to judge each project
by its own lights in view of this new and
somewhat stricter, but still sadly unde-
fined criterion.
A minority report presented by two
of RPC's three student members offers a
much clearer alternative for the Univer-
sity to take a clear stand on the research.
THIS REPORT URGES that the Univer-
sity's policy be changed so that no
research will be engaged in in which "a
major forseeable result or a principal ob-
jective of the sponsor or researcher is in-
jurious to human life or welfare."
While this guideline would still require
interpretation, it could provide a strong-
er delineation of a policy which would
keep University researchers from develop-
ing the sorts of devices that have made
the University such a crucial contributor
to the U.S. war effort in Indochina.
It is true that the research debate does
not have the same intensity behind it to-
day that it once did. When classified re-
search first emerged as a major issue on
the campus, our troop strength and over-
all military involvement in Indochina
were escalating rapidly. And the amount
of classified research on the campus was
greater than what it is today.
BUT AT A TIME when the U.S. is still
involved in Indochina, and still ap-
pears likely to become involved in count-
er-insurgency actions elsewhere, the Uni-
versity cannot divorce its military re-
search - the most useful of which to the
Defense Department is classified - from
the consequences of that work.
This institution cannot avoid making a
judgment, though it seeks to pretend it
can. It has to make a choice and so far,
this judgment has been to permit work
to proceed here which directly aids in the
suppression of revolutionary movements.
RPC found no "convincing evidence"
for the barring of classified research from
the campus.
But the evidence has been quite con-

vincing for many. The student body, in
an overwhelming referendum in March,
urged the barring of classified research
from the campus. A large proportion of
major American universities have taken
this action in recent years. Opinion with-
in the University community has clearly
turned against the Cold War direction of
U.S. foreign policy, and has become in-
creasingly cognizant of how the Univer-
sity has abetted the prosecution of a war
-the clear majority of this community does
not approve of.

I WAS hot, tired and hungry after a
hard day. I opened the door of the
restaurant with the huge glass windows
and the sign that said 'Open 24 hours'.
'Bloopie's' was the name that flashed
down the road in alternately red, green
and yellow neon. The inside was different
-clean, fairly bright, with cushy orange
I took a seat at the counter as usual,
not wanting to waste a quarter on a tip.
There were about a dozen people in
the place. They all looked sort of mod-
erately satisfied, eating with white plastic
forks off of yellow paper plates.
Four waitresses were there, standing
around, laughing together. The moment
they'd break the clinch, the ends of their
lips would drop.
Dressed in a white nurse's unform with
a nameplate reading 'Kay Plastic', s h e
handed me a menu. My eyes lit up, feast-
ing through the promise of culinary or-
gasms presented by Bloopie's announce-
'Rich roast. beef cuts served on ivory
white slices of whole flour bread, drench-
ed in warm rich brown gravy, served with
fresh bright crisp lettuce, and blood-red,
soft, seed-filled tomatoes.'
'Long white strands of genuine Italian
spaghetti, decorously inundated with liq-
uidy brown gravy, studded with succulent
high-grade balls of tasty, meaty beef.'
'Tasty, nutritious casserole of freshly
caught delectable tuna, tastefully immers-
ed with creamy white mayonnaise, exquis-
itly garnered with spicy tidbits of autumn-
yellow egg yolk, and spicy slices of fresh,
tear-jerking onion.'
FAT MISS PLASTIC started walking in
my direction from the meat-machine.
"Excuse me, does John Steinbeck still
work here?"' I asked, with a subtle tinge
of sarcasm.
"Why do you want to talk to Mr.

"Mr. Hibbeck - the manager - y o u
just asked for him."
"No' I'm sorry. I was just kidding. Could
. could I have a glass of water?"
She looked away from me with an ex-
pression of disinterested irritation.
But she more than made up for the
unpleasantness by handing me a half-
filled glass of water - a nice tempera-
ture, so it wouldn't chill my teeth.
"We usually save the ice for pay drinks
so we don't have to waste too much soda
on any one customer, but all right," she
said gracefully, proceeding to place four
large chunks of ice on the table mat right
next to my glass of water.
Well, I thought, if I'm not going to
enjoy the meal, let me at least appreciate
the atmosphere, observe the people and
soak in the decor.
The radio was playing some untitled
tune by anonymous or one of his famous
group. It echoed through my being as I
viewedthe distinctively orange walls and
the clean flat off-white tables with mid-
dle-America pink place mats, and t h e
counter, with its round cushions all in a
circular row.
"DO YOU WANT to order?" Miss Plastic
asked me.
"Could I have a tuna sandwich on white
bread, and a glass of milk please?", I ask-
ed humbly.
She wrote feverishly for about 90 se-
conds, and then asked, "is that all?", to
which I responded, "yes," succinctly. She
put the check down.
"Do you want lettuce, tomato and may-
onnaise?" she asked.
"Please hold the mayonnaise - b u t
give me a lot of tomato," I said hungrily.
Twenty minutes later she returned with
my lettuce and mayonnaise sandwich.


Hibbeck?" she demanded
curdling whisper.

in a high, blood-

-Daily-Denny Gainer

I guess they were out of tuna. "Thank
you," I said.
"I'll have your milk in a minute," she
Ten minutes later, she returned with the
I DIDN'T MIND the curdled look. I
mean, I'd drunk things that looked worse
than the sharply-lined yellow-white oozy
substance that nearly half-filled my glass.
But after delaying putting it to my lips
as long as the mayonnaise would allow,
I took a sip. I'd never tasted milk so sour
in my life. It was like it had been out in
the sun for a week.
I tried to get the waitress' attention.
She had disappeared, presumably to gig-
gle with her co-workers. After a few min-
utes she appeared, and I raised my hand.
She ignored me for a full three minutes,
while carefully studying the entries in the
song machine.
Finally, with all the civility I could
muster, I blurted, "excuse me." She look-
ed at me angrily, them peculariarly, then
began waddling in my direction. When not
more thap twenty meters away, she mur-
mured vigorously, "What's wrong?"
"The milk is sort of sour," I said.
She looked at me really maliciously.
"Sort of sour," she said.
"It's really very sour," I insisted. "It's
too sour to drink."
AT THIS point, she really got angry.
"Look, buddy," she said,"you ordered milk,
not a glass of sugar water."
That was a reasonable response, I guess,
but for some reason it irked me.
I couldn't really control what happened
next. My arms began to grow in width at
an enormous rate, as did my head, while
my nose and ears began expanding. I felt
myself getting taller. When I was within
a foot of the ceiling, the waitress s a i d ,
"Look, buddy, if you think any funny

tricks are gonna help you, forget it. You
get what you pay for."
By this time, hair had begun to sprout
profusely all over my face and arms and I
had begun breathing heavily. I was about
nine feet tall and felt I had the strength
of ten horses.
This estimate was borne out when I
rested my pinky too hard on the table, and
it collapsed.
Another waitress, a little old lady, crawl-
ed out of the woodwork. "You look a
trifle peaked," she said.
I stood up, grabbed Miss Plastic and
threw her out of one of the plate-glass
windows. Then I proceeded to smash each
of the tables in the whole place.
Having thus worked up a hearty appe-
tite, I went into the kitchen, put the cook
under the stove, and proceeded to eat
everything that was there. Most of it was
so bad I threw it up a few seconds later.
BY THIS time, I was really sort of tired.
A few of the customers looked up at me
disapprovingly. One of the waitresses said
"tsk-tsk", as she floated out the door.
I then announced that I was going
to destroy the restaurant, and asked every-
one to please leave. Most of them just
looked at me funny.
Then I went outside and uprooted the
twenty-foot Bloopie's sign, and placed it
in the road. I then grasped the entire
restaurant, pushed with my arms against
two sides, and with that, combined with
my knee, collapsed the entire restaurant
into a pile of glass and brick.
My annoyance was subsidizing, and, I
felt myself shrinking back to my normal
size and strength. I looked at the rubble,
and the people, bleeding and panic-strick-
en, climbing out of it.
IT WAS AT ABOUT this time that I
decided I'd better get an apartment with
a kitchen in it.


-Daily-Denny Gainer


prays quietly amid the storm

I'm a pastor, not a policeman.
I have no place out riding buses
or preaching about politics. -
Rev. Galen E. Hershey
Like millions of other Ameri-
cans, the people of Pontiac went
to church. They went out of a
sense of duty, or for some, a sense
of desire.
A lot of them went for reas-
surance. Some went hopeful for
guidance. You see, Pontiac hasn't
been very easy to live in lately.
There have been buses, and
pickets, and bombs, and police-
men, all on top of the regular
everyday problems of crime and
unemployment and racial hatred.
The Concerned Clergy of Pon-
tiac, an inter-racial, interdenomi-
national group of about .30, had
called on Pontiac's clergy to
preach peace and integration from
the pulpit.
"American society can only sur-
vive as an open and integrated
society," they said in a statement
last week.
And they hoped they could have
an influence by teaching Pontiac
residents how the principles of
faith and love and humanity ap-
ply to the busing situation.
BUT SUNDAY, in two of the
oldest, whitest, most prestigious
Protestant churches in Pontiac,
nary a word was spoken or prayer
prayed aloud concerning a solu-
tion to the tensions in Pontiac.
The 148-year-old First Presby-
terian Church has a congregation
that comprises the managerial
elite on Pontiac. This white collar
class isn't large in Pontiac. Most

-Pontiac Press

ences to the wasteful American
consumer society, there was noth-
ing in the sermon to keep it
from being delivered 100 years
ago. It just had no relevance to
the problemns facing Pontiac Pres-
"Afterwards, some of the mem-
bers of the congregation came
up and told me how glad they
were that I didn't say anything
political," Rev. Hershey said.
"Vrni"knnr nnf'ra 3T mnAp s noli -

was addressing a congregation of
more than 800, and countless more
on radio.
The Baptists are a different
class altogether from the Presby-
terians. The Presbyterians, it has
been said, are the Republican par-
ty at prayer.
The Baptists at the First Baptist
church Sunday come from that
confused, lost, working class that
needs to be liberal, wants to be
conservative, and feels complete-

Well, if you're not strong
enough to pray to God on com-
plicated things, you just pray to
Jesus. And the Holy Spirit will
hear your prayer, and he'll go
GOD. Yes he will. Jesus will pray
for you. He knows your agony."
But Rev. Shelton never men-
tioned the buses, or the blacks, or
the foremen in the factories, or
the policemen, or anything about

makes no bones of its hatred for
black people.
And he reminded them of the
words Jesus used when speaking to
Mary Magdalene after she washed
his feet with her tears:
"Your sins are forgiven. Go in
(Editor's note: Jim Neubacher,
a former Daily editorial page
editor, has been observing the
Pontiac scene as a reporter for

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