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Show MEGGER'S CORNER By Dan Steggell the flag at the Federal Bldg. It's violence. i If ever there was an example of ' the futility of violence, it's the Vietnam War. And there are 50.000 individuals who would back that statement up-if they were alive today. k. Following the lead of William Kunstler will lead nowhere. Violence will never be a means to ending violence. Look where it led rioting demonstrators in 1970. It will lead "them there in 1972 unless a new approach is taken a new revolt is produced, a nonviolent non-violent one. When William Kunstler calls for violent revolution to attain a goal, he looks no better in my eyes than MacArthur calling for a massive invasion of Red China, Sherman burning the South or Napoleon entering Africa. "We will go in the endless pursuit of blood and gore" (to use the words of Kunstler himself) only if we continue to meet violence with violence, death with death and destruction with destruction destruc-tion . . . "Will you join us?" asked my radical friend. "Will you help us stop the war?" "I don't know," I said, but the answer wasn't for Fred. It was for Bob that wintry night when he asked me if the tire had moved . . . "Don't go to work; don't go to school; don't support the U.S. war machine!" Radical Fred handed me the flyer. "Come to the rally, come to the speeches. We'll show Nixon that he can't go" around bombing people I took one. The memories went back three years when similar flyers were being distributed, being hurled. "So, you're going to stop the bombing, you're going to put an end to the killing?" Radical Fred shook his head accordingly. . "And what if it doesn't work?" I queried. "Then we'll hold protests, demonstrations, riots! We'll take ii overthe Park Bldg.! We'll blow up J Naval Science!" said Fred. is "A time to love and a time to hate-now is the time to hate," I repeated. The words were those of Chicago Seven attorney and the campus gestapo was called in. All but 83 left and those 83 left shortly thereafter. I had been there. Randy Dryer, newly-elected newly-elected ASUU president, was making his debut atop the paddy wagon, proudly announcing the names of each individual who ended up getting booked. One protestor outside was screaming: "Pigs, pigs, pigs, you dirty rotten pigs. ..." That was going to end the war remember? The carnage of four students still remains on the lawn at Kent State despite the changing seasons. The bullet holes remain in that dormitory at Jackson despite new window panes. But what's the first reaction to increased bombing, to a new invasion (which isn't so new at all)? It's stopping cars on Highway 40. It's forcibly closing down free enterprise. It's holding massive demonstrations that disrupt Washington, D.C. It's taking down William Kunstler. Speaking in the Union Ballroom, he had declared It that "we must now resort to r massive disruption in this nation . even to the point of - death and destruction." And Fred was his disciple. "We'll close down this institution if we have to," Fred added. "We can't sit by and watch this continuous waste of human life ,'. and needless bloodshed." My mind went back six years where I found myself, a 15-year-old, reading about the step-urj in 't the bombing of North Vietram. ' The monthly draft quotas then ';; were approaching 45,000 men. "They'll never get me," I thought. v "The war will be long over by the time I'm 18." vrj But when that magic age rolled around, I started sweating my : possible induction. Luckily, my number was high. I was passed, i but some weren't. One such person was Bob. i Bob had been attending the University, but decided to take a '.: breather. And as soon as that d hWned, Uncle Sam took him W by the arm, gave him a -uniform , and declared him a man. It was I j about one in the morning one i wintry night when I last saw Bob. ! He was a little drunk, but helped set my car out of a snow bank anyway. "So, the Army got its way and Vou're going?" asked him. "Yeah, I guess so," said Bob. "But 'ts only for two years and I'll be b in no time." He was right. It ww no time at all. He came home ln a box. A grenade had hit its rk one night while he was slet'Pmg in a bunk. nd here's another 50,000 stories 0 tch that. And they all end P the same way-delivered home m an old pine box... J blow up the Annex..." ll Z COntinued How fast the Hi 1 g0es bV' Wasn't 1970 just 4 eemsT5 a? NobodY even I I ssms to remember. IhlZ t3t the University, 250 ( Pents occupied the Park Bldg. |