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March 11, 1971

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.... Clt~ Daddy? Yes, son. What's a re-ordering of priorities? Well, son, that's where you decide that you're putting too much emphasis on things that aren't important and too little on things that are, so you switch the order of emphasis. Everyone keeps saying we are re-ordering our priorities in America today. Is that true? Yes, it is. These are exciting times, my boy; times of great social upbeaval; times that try men's souls; times when each individual must search his own conscience to discern whether he is contributing to mankind's problems or helping to solve them. And re-order his priorities. That's right - and re-order his priorities; first things first with shoulder to the wheel and a clear eye. That sounds great, dad, but if we are re-ordering our priorities in these times that try men's souls, how come all anybody talked about for a week was a fist fight? If you're referring to the Fraser-Muhammad All contest, son, I'm afraid you're using the wrong term. It wasn't a fist fight, it was a sporting event. Sporting event? As far as 1 could see, it was two not-very-bright fellows trying to maim each other. 1 looked up "sport" in the dictionary and it was defined as "any activity or experience that gives enjoyment or recreation." What's enjoyable or recreational about having your brain knocked loose from your skull? I'm afraid your immaturity is showing, son. You haven't lived long enough to learn the important part boxing plays in the sporting tradition of our nation. The superb exhibition of the manly art you lightly dismiss as a fist fight was, in reality, the Fight of the Century; the last in a long line of historic bouts. My immature mind sees it as two men spending an hour pounding each other to a pulp. Most of the kids my age agree with that assessment. I'm sure they do; that's one of the attitudes that is plaguing our country today. How can our nation, as we know it, survive if the younger generation has no feeling for tradition? This particular tradition at which you scoff is woven into the fabric of our society. If it were not an important part of that society, do you think this one fight could bring in from twenty-five to forty million dollars? That's what my friends and 1 can't understand. How can two men assaulting each other generate forty million dollars? Why would anyone pay money to watch two men draw one another's blood? Son, I'm going to be gentle with you because I don't : tl~ilflt its ~¢ntircty your fju|t that you're growing up to be,~a pantywaist. Your mother had something to do with it; so did your left-wing )eachers and the other busybody bleedinghearts who are turning American boys into pansies. Isn't there something in between a pansy and a guy who enjoys seeing other people's heads pounded lopsided? Listen, son, you've got to face reality. There is something in man's basic nature that makes him enjoy a certain amount of brutality. It's one of the things that separates the men from the boys and women. It's a masculine trait. YoU By DAVE AVERILL The obituaries for the late, lamented Congressman Mendel Rivers mentioned that business is booming in Charleston, S.C. From the day Congressman Rivers got to be chairman of the House Armed Services Committee, the money has been pouring in. Visit his home town of Charleston, and you can't walk down the street without stumbling over bundles of greenbacks. In Charleston, if you aren't working for the Navy you must be on the payroll for the Army or the Air Force. What seems sad is that all those military bases are still there today, even though Charleston is now represented by a freshman congressman with barely enough seniority to get his wife onto the payroll. Eventually those big military dollars will move to another town with a more useful congressman. But it takes too long. What this country needs is defense plants on wheels. If the Charleston Naval Base were only more portable, the Navy could be moving it right now to take up the slack in Eastern Washington. Let the Army Corps of Engineers widen the Columbia as far as Hanford, and we could quit worrying about that closed nuclear plant. There would be jobs for everybody, and votes for our deserving congressional delegation. Such an approach offers a lot more than the current effort to hold onto Hanford's doomed nuclear plant by jawboning. Gov. Dan Evans has been burning up the telephone lines to Washington, D.C. Unhappily, the governor is the kind of Republican who liked Nelson Rockefeller at that Miami convention. In political terms, Dan Evans is about as muscular as Fred Astaire these days. He has less clout with the feds than Alice Franklin Bryant. This means we will be wise to approach things in the traditional manner. Let Senator Jackson pound his gavel loudly enough and make a couple of speeches about economy in government, and the Navy just might move the whole city of Charleston out here to our sagebrush country. Skeptics will point out that the Hanford area presents some difficulties as a base for the Atlantic Fleet. Ignore them. American knowhow, plus the wise use of patronage, can solve all problems. i' become a man when you can witness bloodshed without blubbering like a schoolboy, and even enjoy the excitement of it. Is that why mother says all men are beasts? You leave your mother out of this! l'm sorry. Let's get back to priorities. I know it makes you mad, but I'm afraid kids my age are re-ordering their priorities where boxing is concerned. For instance, people are dying in this state because there are not enough kidney machines to treat them. The money spent to watch the fight in Seattle alone would provide kidney machines for every person who needed one. You're being unrealistic, again. The money that is being spent on boxing wouldn't go for kidney machines if it weren't spent on boxing. It would if we re-ordered our priorities. Now hold on, son. You've gotten this re-ordering of priorities business all mixed up. If you want to re-order sports priorities and put handball on the list above boxing, that's one thing; but you can't re-order the priorities on boxing and kidney .... chines. Why not? If you'd rather save lives than subsidize barbarity, why can't you? The trouble with you, son, is that you think you are going to save the world by destroying the simple pleasures that your elders enjoy. Mature adults don't have time for that kind of fuzzy thinking; they've got more important things to do. Like watching two men try to cripple each other? No! Like winding down the war in Vietnam so our boys can come home and we can straighten out the country and build up its strength. Now, that's a re-ordering of priorities. That's an excellent re-ordering of priorities. Darn right it is. With the dissension and division in this country we would never be able to send troops to bring peace to the Middle East if we were still bogged down in Southeast Asia. That's another thing I'd like to talk to you about, dad. The Journal, during its illustrious 85-year history, has chalked up many firsts. We can't think of any at the moment, but it seems reasonable to assume that any periodical which has appeared for more than 4,400 weeks without a miss must have inaugurated a few earth-shaking events in its time. But this week, dear readers, this week we bring you the cream of the crop of firsts. The Journal you hold in your hands is the first printed by an obstetrician. Our pressman, Ron Kunkle, delivered his fourth son Sunday night at his home. A story on the front page gives the details. If your paper was a little late this week, don't blame the post office. It took Ron about an hour to wash his hands and put on his new rubber gloves and mask before he approached the press. ter box: g Editor, The Journal: Congratulations on your stirring editorial of last week, regarding America's catastrophic entanglement in S.E. Asia. Such informative factual writing will help alert the too numerous apathetic Americans, of the guilt they share due to their silence and indifference to this American shame. America's image is now smeared with the blood and gore of Vietnam, Cambodia, and Laos. Our troops have been forced to commit horrendous atrocities, as casual day to day encounters of war. In addition, our troops and our tax dollars have pro¥ided the power, the means, and the incentives for the S.E. Asians to slaughter each other. A soul searing example of such slaughter is the picture published in the Feb. 1, 1971 issue of Time magazine, which shows a smiling Cambodian soldier carrying the two severed heads of his "so called-enemy". Editor, The Journal: We often hear "why can't we read some good news?" Our daily headlines seem to reveal a world overwhelmed by misery, antagonism, and unhappiness. Many individuals ask themselves "What can I do to help, I'm just one small voice?" There is a language which has for ages helped to break down the barriers separating people in our world. That language is music. The enjoyment of good music knows no generation gaps, no distinctions of class, society, or Those gris'ly trophies should burden the conscience of every American, his tax dollars having made this possible. A proverb of the Orientals says "that all we send into the lives of others returns into our own". The devastating results of our S.E. Asian involvement have only begun to return. In time, the avalanche may inundate us. Americans must awaken to the responsibility each shares in cleansing the heart and soul of this cot~ntry. We must encourage leadership that promotes integrity, and does not encourage the lust for world power, and greed for the natural resources of other nations. America has the capability of leading the world out of the various disasters that will eventually wipe us all from this planet. And finally, we 6we this to the young Americans that we have borne, unasked, into this world. Vilma Keen t race. Page 4 - Sheiton-Mason County Journal - Thursday, March 11, 1971 Right here in Shelton we have the opportunity to spread this language. For twenty-four years, Community Concert workers have said "Yes, I'd love to help this worthwhile cause" so that our community can enjoy good music, one way of joining hands with a world-wide brgtherhood. We can each be a worker, be a member, or help a student discover this universal language, through our local concert series. Let's help spread some "good' news[" Dee Morton • . ::::::::::::::::::::::::: :.:.. "Due to technical difficulties this war may go on forever" More than a hundred years have passed since Lincoln's death and during those years America moved ahead to become the envy and hope of the world. That 100 years of progress bridged the abyss that separates the crucial periods of internal strife here in America: The Civil War of the 1860's and the civil turmoil of the 1970's, including that on the campuses. And it is on the subject of today's internal crisis that I would like to talk to you tonight. In more than one measure, the campus is a mirror of our deeply troubled society. It is the place where the larger issues are being debated - where our entire system of Values, of government, of institutions and of laws being laid to siege, where the historic American dream is being shattered and splintered; and where the society itself is being subjected to an intense, uncomfortable examination• Right or wrong, for ultimate good or permanent evil, this is the point of abscess. This is where young minds are rebelling, where a new and uncommitted generation - largely born to affluence and frequently raised to boredom - sees no honor in war, no justice in poverty and no hope for their solution. This is where the battle for reason is being fought. And thisis where presidents and governors, and others charged with responsibility, belong. No more than the ghettos can the campuses be walled off - left to spend their reckless energies against barricades erected by a fearful and misunderstanding outside world. We cannot surrender to anarchy, but neither can we insulate ourselves from the voices which call for a change. For we live today in a time of drastic and devastating change - a time when war is dead as an effective instrument of national policy, when technology threatens to submerge the individual and growth multiplies with a speed so swift that it challenges the ability of society to absorb it. And so I come here tonight firm in the conviction that America needs to establish new priorities. That we need desperately to come to grips not just with the protection of life and property, but with the resurre::tion of national purpose and the enhancement of human values. This planet, so delicately in balance between war and peace, so divided between wealth and poverty, so hy race and buffeted by misunderstanding; this planet, no le, s our own nation, cannot withstand much longer the perpetuation 9f the status quo. We cannot order the world to stop changing. We cannot erase the fact that every second of every day we add to the world's population by two. Two more mouths to feed, two more minds to educate; to more faceless, nameless people who in twenty-four hours will be joined by 172,000 others. But I truly believe that, if reason prevails and if our enormous potential can be realized, then this nation - one among many - can lead the world to a new and greater order. t Violence is intolerable.i Yet in a time of turmoil, violence is no greater a sin than ignorance. For violence may temporarily disrupt society, but ignorance will most assuredly destroy it. And those who ignore the realities of conflict, those who assign the troubles of a great nation to the youth, to the Black, to the hippies and the yippies and the Leftists and the Rightists miss a very fundamental point. It is not the radicals and the militants who pose the greatest threat to America. It is the great silent majority the legions of affluent Americans who sit idly by while the nation fights for its future. It is about time that the citizens of this country began to take Stock of themselves. It is about time that we stopped yelling "law and order" and "victory at any cost" at the top of our lungs, and began to assess our problems with candor and honesty. It is about time we recognized that this democracy can survive violence and protest, but it cannot survive ignorance and war and 9overty and, above all, the citizen who says, "protect me, but don't involve me." If there is a tragedy in America today, it is not that of dissent. The tragedy is non-involvement. The feeling on the part of too many citizens that individual contribution is no longer necessary to..the well-being of the nation; that government owes not only a good life, but a secure life to its prosperous citizenry. And that, in return, the only thing the citizen OWes to his country is the minding of his own business. Few here tonight would question the fact that the United States is engaged in a difficult period conquered the frontier in little short of now find ourselves confronting the problems of rapid urbanization. The arguments which applied to a free from world responsibility, do not and heavily burdened nation of today. the fulcrum of domestic and foreign by the swift outreach of technology, transportation and communication, the central city areas and the emergence of cry for social justice. These are part of the reality of America, and touch each citizen more For there is no escape from realty; there from the nation's urgent problems. And of America to find itself again, to steps which will secure in this century renewed hope for liberty, peace and History is strewn with the wreckage proved unable to cope with the demands point in time, at some indefinable place, confidence of its citizens and was unalterable course of progress. We have been fortunate in our fortunate that the fabric of our resilient enough to absorb the p war in Vietnam and an emerging rebellion as we stand at one of the significant brief history, it is imperative that the not lose faith in themselves and in their What we need today is a restoration community, of dedication, of commonwealth of service to our fellow meaning to the words and strength to the Too often in this society of infinite lost sight of the great sense of humanity the establishment of this nation. We from hardship, from the burdens so fortunate and sought refuge in the ' No one can deny the capacity of greater wealth, and few would deny the thc economic miracle of modern history nation to world pre-eminence. But there is still another ingredient to greatness, and that is the individual service. If we lose that spark, instinct - that deep commitment to a choose instead to pursue only the self-indulgence; then we shall have lost national purpose Which countless millions more died to preserve. I think that the charitable instinct country. I believe that there still exists compassion, a great desire among the way they can. The real challenge lies in mobilizing volunteer citizens who wait silently in lies in reminding them that America foundation of generosity toward need of adversity. This is a nation in trouble, yes, hope. There is no anguish so great, no cynicism so permanent, that the once aroused, cannot overcome it. - Excerpt from a speech givetl director of the Washington Agriculture, at the Republican Central Dinner. 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