June 17, 1971 (vol. 81, iss. 31) • Page Image 4
…grassroots. TI he iirthc WIDE OPEN, his eyes jerked quickly in my direc- tion, responding to the sound of my voice. There was no comfort in knowing this man was blind; no feeling that my movements would go unnoticed. His eyes were yet alive, still vibrant,. as though the thought of sightlessness had been impressed upon all save the victim. I could not be comfortable nor take my place in conversation. The round, black face contorted, and bur...…

















































