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BEING BUSTED
BY LkSLIt
A.
FIEDLER
in
Nude Croquet
The Return of the Vanishing American
H'aitinf! for the
in
End
America
Back to China
BEING
Leslie A. Fiedler
BUSTED
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STEIN
AND DAY
Publishers I
New
York
Copyright
Published simultaneously
in
Canada by Saunders
of Toronto Ltd.
SBN
Day /Publishers/7
8128-1284-4
East 48 Street,
New
York,
NY. 10017
To
My
First
Grandson:
SETH
1516902
This
Fiedler's
Leslie
is
long-awaited book
life,
made
his university,
his family,
headlines
Being Busted
is
all
and that
Montana, where
in
Missoula,
Fiedler
views, because he
was an
easterner, a Jew,
used.
The
planted a young
story
girl
on
of
how
the
the Fiedlers
cops
(a re-
cording device hidden in her jeans), maintained a long surveillance of his house, and
finally,
according to the
girl's later
confession,
raid
all
Acknowledgment
AM
iiic
Jr.
marijuana
is
as unbeliev-
commu-
courage,
true.
The
and
noble
the canceling
ler's
legal
battle
portrait of police
half
and
convey
reinstatement
of Fied-
mad
and
farcical
power and of
that will
a society
the
gone
of
by
my
PREFACE
The reader of
is
He
history.
warned
that
it
name
of us
all,
is,
despite
its
autobiographical form, a
named but
am
con-
Preface
vinced that
much
of the truth of
the precise evocation of setting and scene. For me, at least, time
tends to blur everything else, and hopefully an autobiography
is
Leslie A. Fiedler
Buffalo, Netc
June
i,
1969
York
CONTENTS
Preface
11
29
89
Part
Part Four:
179
Part One
(J'l
Being busted is not so hard to manage, after all, certainly nothing to be proud of. Actually I might have made it at sixteen. But
it's
I didn't: because I ran fast, because I was lucky, unlucky
when
hard to say. As a matter of fact, I did run as fast as I could
I saw the squad car, the submachine guns, but that wasn't until
later. When the first cop pulled his .38 and grabbed for the
speaker on the rubbish box beside the curb, that speaker was
somebody else, not me. I had just stepped down a minute before,
and so it was my friend whom they got. And maybe that's why
at fifty he was being a stockbroker in Texas (immunized, you
see, once and for all), while I was being arrested in Buffalo: my
first
time,
some
male child bom since World War II, the statisticians tell
us, has one chance out of two of being busted before he dies. I
don't know what the odds were in 1933 for someone born in the
midst of World War I. One in three or four or five, I would guess,
since not quite so many things were forbidden (and required) of
everybody in those simple-minded days; and as far as kids were
concerned, it was assumed that someone would smack their asses
or, at least, that someone should
for things that now make
the courts and the newspapers and Ph.D. dissertations on ju-
venile delinquency.
my own
almost-arrest
13
BKING BrSTED
^4
as a horscshil box.
was
The stores ice-cream parlors. Kosher delicatescrammed with cheap clothes stayed open
late on Bergen Street. And even people with nothing they really
wanted, and no money to buy it with in any case, kept cruising
up and down trying to look like shoppers, or at least like some-
ice-cream cones.
sens,
shlag-houses
in
the system
seem
to
we
mind
all
hated
to a
handful of bystanders
little
who
didn't
bit.
Bergen
role of the
Deal.
laugh
And
Street:
1933
jr
'
if
New
began to
standing there. No-
at him, at us, at
body could have told for sure, but the speaker took
sonal offense and raised his voice for the first time
not raised
fascist
it
we thought we
could do so
much
better,
why
it
as a per-
(as he
had
to suggest that
didn't
we
get
the hell out of there and start a street meeting of our own.
It was a notion that appealed to us, as it did, apparently, to
most every one else on the street: hoodlums, shrews, storekeepers, even the dogs and cats. The fact was, I suppose, that
right down to the animals, they were all bored, bored with what
they spent most of their time doing, and even more with what
they didn't do whenever they stopped. But mostly they were
bored by hearing nothing above the general noise of their lives
except the fat official voices of Lowell Thomas and Gabriel
Heatter telling them over the radio what was called "news," i.e.,
what was happening somewhere else to someone else.
They heard us loud and clear all right, the rattle of the ukelele,
the thump of our heels brought down on the metal trashbox for
emphasis, and the sound of our voices roaring out what started
in play but ended in rage: the joke of our rage and theirs, our
boredom and theirs, the lousy joke of politics and revolution, of
all promises made in a world that wasn't a bit of a joke. It was
real, after all, real while it lasted, like any demonstration, though
in a sense we were only playing. And how I loved the moment
when, standing up over the crowd, I could see for the first time
just how real it was
how different from high school debates on
"Shall we recognize the Soviet Union," with evidence cards and
name
who
didn't even
know my
to shoulder
and belly
glad and embarrassed at the same time, because there was some
RKING BDSTED
J^
one
dumb
yell for
ing for
What happened
at
that
moment was
middle of a
that just
stride,
as
the next
earlier circle
even
for
minute
just
shoulder to shoulder,
at
maybe
so he wouldn't forget
who he
was. Seeing so
any
rate,
many people
for
maybe, though
plenty of gangsters
hero
Wanted
forget,
law; but
who
Jewish Miss
Bergen
likely.
And
Street:
1933
27
own
of yelling at their
all
crazy kids
stration of solidarity.
as a siren roared
to a stop just in
to the rims of
resting in their
laps. "The riot squad," I heard someone more whisper than say;
and they had all melted away, disappeared, the entire crowd.
But just when I was about to shout after them in contempt, I
discovered that I myself was at the far end of a dark alley I
didn't remember entering, my heart pounding and my breath
coming short as I stared down at a lidless garbage can and
hstened to my own voice saying, incredulously, "You ran, you
schmuck. Goddam it, you ran."
It seemed hard to believe of one who had long (since reading
Thoreau at twelve, Marx at thirteen) thought of himself as the
declared enemy of the entire System served by cops and courts
and who sometimes dreamed himself rising in the witness box
to accuse his accusers, as the sentencing judge glared and the
guards clapped on the handcuffs. Well, it is melodrama to be
sure, and no kid of sixteen entertains such fantasies without considerable irony, knowing that even Thoreau let his friends bail
him out of the clink in pretty short order. Still he had gone to
prison, while I, in whose head his words repeated themselves at
that very moment ("Under a government which imprisons any
BKING BKSTED
2^
away
afraid
how
painful at the
look a
little
of cops
moment
better than
at si.xteen or
they occurred.
myself learned to
twenty or forty or
fifty
or
(at least to
my-
looked past
store,
our
me
called
district,
up
interest. So,
the Republican
And
checkers.
without
in half
an hour
my
who
friend
enjoyed beating
me
at
out of there at
the time
left
first,
a hero.
interested that
maybe
later,
I
"
"
"
Bergen
Street:
1933
20
cooked up a deal between them: a big reprimand and no senAnyhow he made the most of the short time when the
kind of people at South Side High School who would never have
anything to do with either of us before would chase us down the
corridors, to slap him on the back and get the details right from
the horse's mouth. He was so busy strutting, though, that I had
tence.
to
would hasten
to testify
when
We
gun.
called on,
thought
it
listen,
say?"
And
street corners.'
"And the cop?" they would ask over and over, never seeming
it. "What about the cop?"
" 'Well,' the judge asked him, 'if they were Reds, what were
President.'
consin; while
my
lucky friend
to get arrested
pressed his luck and inscribed in our yearbook next to his name,
where
all
the rest of us
to
put
down more
con-
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grad U." Actually, lie wont to work first in a grocery store, then
on his unsuspected road to Dallas, Texas. But
even in the grocery store just around the comer from where he
in a hat factory,
lived,
managed
to get
in the
Bronx or
in
tions
FRONT!" and
little
me
at Vassar!),
Jap hating,
underpants
off their
on the parking
wise silent
in a frenzy of
lots
any war; or
in the
mass picket
lines
around a
steel plant in
some
would open
fire
six,
seven, eight
dead.
But somehow
it
all
stayed for
me
a festival
and an escape,
way
Bergen
for keeps,
real.
Bergen
Street:
1933
21
'
and our immediate goal: White House or factory gate or whatever. But when there was actual contact, it would always be
somebody else who got whacked on the head, somebody else
who was given the privilege of being arrested, since I was not
distinguished enough, or innocent enough, or goyish enough to
be placed
No, when I had finished singing: "Down the street we'll hold
a demonstration. We'll hold it in November and on the first of
May. And when they ask us what they hell we're doing, we're
fighting for our freedom which is not far away!" I would help
stack the placards on their long poles into the waiting trucks,
Even
to school.
to
Newark
or back
me
hopelessly vicarious.
War
Two
in Spain,
boys actually
went from our Y.C.L. chapter, with false passports and great
out of fear or inertia?
secrecy, and one of them died; while I
rallies, to collect
turn the
sell
certainly
moment
the possibility of
dropping
out,
they would
all
I
by the
fat
around
their
BKINC BUSTED
22
hearts, or to judge
its
And
so
ing a gavel.
wearing a "Vote
would go
for Foster
at
formal reviews
or
dawn with
my
leaflets
comrades
attacking compulsory
to bust
up one
of their
itself
on American
myself, secretly, as
only
day
of
many
movement perpetuating
We
are
Bergen
Bolsheviks of October.
We
Street:
1933
^o
'
Down
with Stalin
the
on the vast acres of Wisconsin there were many more, but they
bugged no one except unwary lovers.
No, it was the Deans and Assistant Deans, University Presidents and Vice-Presidents and Chairmen of Scholarship Committees who came running in times of trouble, without sirens to
announce them or badges and tommy-guns to declare their
intent. And back of them
more dreamed than known, or rather
known only from tendentious plays and books the shadowy
Boards of Trustees, looking for some new Thorstein Veblen to
break. Teachers were more equivocal, since they could even be
touched occasionally for good causes, or persuaded to sign
petitions; but none of us were surprised when they, too, played
the policeman. After all, we had been checked out for attendance
every day of our earlier school careers and were used to being
hounded down for smoking in toilets, cussing on playgrounds,
cheating at examinations. And we had not, therefore, expected
who
those
sat
pressive, only
It
somehow
had struck us
when
in college to
be
less re-
Red
in high school
Front, or
when
the editors of a
mimeographed magazine
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24
Counts.
But somehow
in the
University.
was
and
in school at all.
Somehow
this
its
seemed inappropriate
which,
it
turned out,
my Dean
considered
up
to
it.
Actually,
suppose,
was lucky
my
all,
file
an incident
after such
since that of
my own
to
have
university
my
ItaUan teacher,
who
Bergen
Street:
1933
2K
Rome
refurbished
in
my
as baffled as the
i.e.,
however, to make
matters clear on that score once I had got to Wisconsin, not
only speaking about my new position, but actually buying, with
I
was
really for
and
against.
tried hard,
who
with those
my
they,
were informing on
me
And
am
sure
as conscientiously
as
of
had the
my
investigator.
of the Wisconsin
my own
who used
to
come
were at Stalinist
of them died. But
had dissolved
the Teamsters Union
politics
thrown
the
War
into confusion,
in
Minneapolis,
instigation
to
Young Com-
when
Madison,
where one
first
child, a job, a
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26
my
Italian students,
who
should
have been listening to me talk about the White Whale but who
had been on strike for weeks. They were howling in unison as
they marched for Trieste, "Italiauissima Trieste," an odd slogan
for someone with my beginnings to echo, but I howled along
with the rest of them.
And when
we were
advancing,
al-
Ten
years later
(my
classes
empty
me)
again,
and
in the
even
with unused
fairer
weather
inexorably through the demonand tanks followed at their heels. The occasion was even
more trivial and foolish than the claim for Trieste (something
to do with more classes in religion in the high schools to insure
jobs for graduates in theology), but it had ended in broken heads
and the repeated cry of "Demokrateia! Demokrateia!" before
everyone fled for cover. In 1951 I had not really been one of the
howling crowd, but I could pass, since I had still looked young
enough to lose myself among them indistinguishable, in my
belted black raincoat and my brand new beard, from my neoFascist students. But in Greece and by 1961, I could wear no
the cops with flailing clubs
moved
strators
my
my
beard grizzled
Bergen
to
move
fast
of tear gas:
Street:
1933
27
always
way
have become.
is
Two
HIGGINS AVENUE: 1958
Part
31
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32
hasten to write
hand
illegible
ask
me
my
to
whether
my name
before
on the blackboard
someone could
beardless face
needed
it
or not)
(I
if I'd
slap
in my boldest, most
me on the back and
the East.
utter fraud.
True,
taken
Bums,
my
all
the courses
had
oo
And from
terror.
more
him, with
and
whom
hopefully so beautiful
was
worth studying.
My marriage was quite as genuine; but the J. P. who married
me had been one of the leaders of the Farm Moritorium Movement, had been captured shotgun in hand when his ammunition
ran out, and had become heavyweight wrestling champion of
the Wisconsin State Reformatory during his stay there. He had
long since shared all his political wisdom with me, over beers in
the Campus Rathskeller; but after the ceremony he gave me a
piece of premarital advice. "Be intimate with your wife," he
admonished me, "but not familiar. When you have to fart in
bed, lean your ass over the edge."
But
stories
did not
about
unmask
my
marriage and
my
when
told
as University President.
company town
the
class
of Butte,
it
pamphlets.
What was
of
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34
my
politics
function of
had become
my
my
vestigial, nostalgic:
desire not to
grow
more than a
(how the phrase
little
old, not to
rang
in
head)
"sell out."
a single ox-Stalinist on
days to
listen to
ng
on
all sides,
including
would
itself,
our defeats.
It
stirred in
to explain to the
dying
volunteered to
translating Japa-
song
my troubled head
no longer sang:
in
could sense
still
the
S^ G902
we went to war,
we went to war.
In 'seventeen we went to war.
Didn't know what we were fighting
In 'seventeen
In 'seventeen
Time
to
for.
But all that was the middle of the journey, as it were, fourteen
months after the beginning of my time in the Navy, though still
two years before I was discharged and began my long trek home
from China where, after Japan's defeat, I surprisingly found
myself. What the War meant to me at first was quite the opposite of growing old or even up; once the doors of the Induction
Center had slammed closed behind me, I seemed to have grown
down for a while demoted immediately from jacket and tie to
a genuine sailor suit of a sort I had not worn since my head
bobbed waist-high to my mother. Old ladies kept buying me
comic books in stations and depots, and girl volunteers would
hand me candy bars as I stepped aboard trains; while those who
sat beside
me
into a
who
just a
"
and
has lasted
me
until
now, and
had never
lost
my
fondness for
BEING RIISTFD
36
once
fly,
for
arm-wrestling, palm-slapping,
all
somehow
i)ut
had
away from
sat
it
behind
to
Com-
n-j
typists,
to
come
back.
dren qualified
me
to live off
campus, so that
concerning
all
Navy trimmings:
regulations
ex-Berkeley gang;
how
one joined together to snicker over the faggot circle that did
flower arrangements and squatted Japanese style on tasteful
mats, listening to homemade recordings of the haiku they had
written to each other. And how perhaps even they managed to
condescend to the salami-gumi, the wurst club that shared with
each other the weekly food packages sent by mothers in Brooklyn or the Bronx, goodies to sustain
To make
life in
we
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To
be sure, the physical misfits and rejects who made up the l)ulk
of our group looked even less convincing as Lieutenants Junior
Grade than as Yeomen Second Class; there was one particularly
flimsy and swishy type who kept getting arrested throughout the
rest of the
war
(naturally,
he never had
his I.D.
impersonating
officers,
or at least most of us
card in his
we were
all
fire at
anyone
in
to
only
At the
be a suicide or two
any
case, nor
Yet back there in Boulder they kept assuring us that the whole
how
to play polo!
previously
on
Communist;
a third
enough, a Ceylonese in
fact.
girl
but for a second time adolescents: called to task for our past,
and (when not tossed out as unworthy) declared O.K., full-
toward childhood via the Navy, via the war. Was this trip necessary, I asked myself in the cant phrase of the moment, or, indeed,
even possible? At age twenty-five, I should have known that no
one can ever stay in childhood, even when the whole world is
popping off guns; he can only light there for a moment, and
then move on to that nightmarish in-between place where the
Officials-in-Charge
principals, parents, C.O.'s, it makes no difference threaten anyone who steps out of line with the canceling out of his whole planned future. I had already made it into
such a future once, and I could go back to where I had left it in
cold storage in Missoula, Montana, so to hell with them. "Pack
up," I finally said to my wife one night, long after she had
guessed my mood and was ready. "We're going home. To hell
with them." And the next morning there was the letter from the
Navy Department: I had been cleared and commissioned.
My first feeling was one of dismay, my next of astonishment,
my third, and most lasting, of guilt. Now, I knew, there was no
way out for me short of a court-martial; and it was as if another,
a final door had clanged shut behind me as if, at long last, I
was really in the War that was not mine, in for keeps. Somehow,
therefore, I must have been an accomplice in my own undoing,
by secret wish if not by open deed; otherwise, why did I feel so
self-condemned? Later, I tried to piece together the whole story
of how I had been cleared, investigating my investigators, as it
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40
trail
whom
remember
chiefly as
pram
which her
lid of
in
"And
asking,
to the best of
To which
ever a Marxist?"
firstborn lay
say, not
Left
Wing
baffled,
stonite,
say
it's
They explain
Two
lot,
once thought not), but two mistakes plus a small truth do. And
that small truth was that, in some fatal if still peripheral way, I
had to be, I was O.K. Those bastards had me dead to rights.
I felt absolutely certain of it when, just after our War was over
and the Chinese Communists were about to win theirs, I arrested
my first and only "War Criminal" in the liberated city of Tientsin.
I really wanted only to go home by that time, weary to my heart's
4^
And
at first
afraid
mel
China, however, seemed
in fright
of
And
stiff
girl with
he whiled away his time in unspeakable pleasures; he had
committed innumerable atrocities, the worst of them the deballing of a ricksha coolie who had offended him by dawdling in
harness. It sounded ridiculous enough on the face of it by any
whom
standards
was aware
of;
know
of
War
Criminals
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and China, except out
true, all of
it;
of
certainly,
it
But of course it was not true. The War Criminal turned out to
be a plump, scared businessman in padded trousers and a stained
skivvy shirt, whose only hoard was an accumulation of canned
goods, chiefly fruit; and the twelve-year-old, whore or not, clung
to him not like a prisoner but like a ward, though whether she
thought of him as father, uncle, or lover was hard to tell. Certainly she wept bitterly and in terror as we led him toward the
rickety back steps at the foe of which our jeep waited; and he
turned back, again and again, to press small gifts on her and pat
her head, at which the Nationalist Officer snickered and made
remarks I needed no Chinese to understand. "The daughter of
an old friend," he explained hopelessly. "I promised her mother
I would look out for her when the troubles came." But when I
.
And who
any other: a
War
all,
on
this score
more than
When we dug for the gold next day, howon the precise spot where our informants had located it, it
was not there. And what about the coolie, then, and the other
atrocities? Troubled and confused, I went, following the fiasco
of the treasure-hunt, to the City Prison where my Nationalist
confreres had presumably taken our Criminal. But the warden
would not see me, and the underling who consented to talk to
me after many delays and small lies consulted his records and
mutilator of cooHes.
ever,
me
assured
that
^^
a Gestapo agent in a
away?
while
I like
heartlessly
It
There
was
out,
is
to say,
first
the time
the place
unattainable Harvard.
Why
not,
in boy's books:
And why
ahen, upper-class,
not?
Poetry
Game
else. It
was
a prolonged
harder cases
44
like
>r
all
efforts
to
extract
Translation.
Research.
"Interpreting" or "interpretation"
Administration.
Analysis.
would have
said
it
all
in a
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46
hand,
Hopkins.
before
evasion or a betrayal at
of keeping the faith.
in the classroom
and
sufficiently clear in
"Don't
kill
all,
combat.
those prisoners,
know
have
from
would patiently explain to certain Marine officers, who would watch me hostilely,
skeptically, their fingertips touching the butts of revolvers embossed with pictures of their girls and wives. Or "Cut it out!
Stand back, for Christsake. What do you think you are, heroes?"
I would yell at the sailors who crowded the rails of our ship,
drawn knives in hand, every time we were about to take a
prisoner-of-war aboard for questioning; and I would watch the
rage and frustration on the faces that responded, 'Aye, aye, Sir."
What remained to do in the playground of Harvard was only
to work out the analogies in detail, to say it to myself the way
it really was. Simply to learn to speak someone else's language
is to seem a double agent to those who need to believe in clearly
to
to survive,"
defined sides: the Past, the Present; Right, Left; America, Japan;
aj
it
turned out to be
my
Foundation,
who were
center of
what we
all
had begun
It
to suspect
Meanwhile,
who
fifties,
talking
and
talking.
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48
changed
in
unheeded by
everyone.
We
were
all
of us writers,
ourselves heard,
critics, so
we were
what did
each represented
confirmed by the
it
all.
we knew,
sure,
all
whether
of us destined to
make
as novelists, poets, or
editors of
little
comer
self.
Actually,
though
my
first
book.
An End
to
aq
fly
my
of
included until
title
by which
who
constitute
the
end of
But
his
to all
suppose
it
know they
didn't
"Course,"
sance,
But
what
know; interpreted
me
to
them.
at the
in the University
my
first,
context
shamelessly
Freshman Composition, Lyric Poetry of the Renais a part of the compulsory boredom from
Shakespeare
which students sought to escape; before "organizations" I represented an escape from what was boring and required in their
lives. Both were challenges, one to give freedom to structure, the
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so
other to
gi\('
second a
little
my
talked to
not theirs,
think
enjoyed the
more.
"organizations" about what was on
what was
fast
becoming my
first
my
mind,
Or
more
in the
West; a Jew
those to
whom
a liberal,
in a Gentile world;
the very
which
is
word with
to say
an ex-Communist
or without an ex-
was
among
a curse;
no heroes
in a time of
at
later
gave the
this
C.I. A.
occasion only of
to;
at
all.
me,
for
What
it
cheer
was the
grief.
who
felt
my Montana
tried to
the
make
clear to
of
in all
Right
And
had
lest
left
I scourged
spoke to them
they think
behind,
all
been.
I
I
ei
made my book
had
at last,
like myself,
which
is
my
what
to say,
more victimized by left-wing illusions than by right-wing selfdeceits. It was a much more American (as well as somewhat
more Jewish ) collection of essays than I might have made earlier
or was to make later, because two confrontations had helped confirm for me in the meanwhile the identity I had discovered rereading Huckleberry Finn:
my
first
trip
abroad
my
the Indians in
talked as
the swing of
my
body.
Face to face with the Italians, I knew myself to be an American simply because, compared to them, I was something else;
and what other name is there for the European's Other, than
that title I had long regarded as more than a little comic? Face
to face with the Indians, however, my American-ness seemed
called into question once more rooted as it was not in the land
their ancestors had hunted for thousands of years, but only in a
language which even my grandparents hardly knew. But they
resolved my doubts by adopting me into the Blackfoot Tribe,
facing me West, and shoving me from behind so that I stumbled
into rebirth as an imaginary Indian: at once the absolute American and the nightmare terror of those paleface invaders who had
invented the name.
Between them, the Italians and the Indians managed to convince me of the truth of what Mark Twain had first suggested
to me: that no one was born an American even in America, only
adopted or reborn as one; since America was a myth created in
the dialogue between those who at any point inhabited our land
and those who remained outside. And understanding this, I
understood that to keep on being an American or more properly, to keep on becoming one
required not a pledge of allegiance to some definition given once and for all but a resolution
to change that definition, whatever it might be, to suit oneself,
one's history, and one's fate.
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the
news
is
what
thought
it.
What
troubled
my new
political
enemies
in the
West, on the
other hand, was what they did not yet bother to call "Montanai.e., my unkind remarks about the immobility of their
and the inanit\' of their ideas about Indians. My attitude
toward "Reds" they thought they appro\ed of, understanding it
as little as those who disapproved. Meanwhile, my colleagues
in the academic world were concentrating on the single essay,
"Come Back to the Raft, Agin, Huck Honey," convinced that
it asserted Mark Twain was a faggot and that I was, therefore,
guilty of slander, fatuity, and, in general, beha\ior unbecoming
baiting":
faces
my
station in
life.
Higgins Avenue: 1958
Shortly thereafter
but when
went East
in
<'o
to
fact,
spend a year
at
my
parenthetical episodes of
(being,
life
if
anything, overfond
revisited N.Y.U.,
me
him
now,
was no longer "young" or "difficult," perhaps not even
quite a "man." Certainly not "very" anything.
Maybe it was no more than I deserved, having returned to
the place I'd left as an untidy Red from Newark in the guise
of a Visiting Professor and Christian Gauss Lecturer from PrinceI
how many
down
A&P
whose very
the pike.
lay, in actuality,
My
storefronts declared,
millions of light-years
all
only about
In
past,
all
me
my
"Sir" at the
my
(the rudeness of
so that
felt
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workers
factory
in a
And
me
tell
"My motto
is,
sir,
cvcrij-
human."
\)0(Uj is
mother had
Ix-imi
accosted on her
New
said, "Shit
on you, you
"Now why
course
found no answer
"Dumb
rich bitch."
until
sir?"
for him,
managed
my
as
foimd no answers
to write
for
to
me
the dirtiest of
all
themes, growing
any rate, I told the story of my disYork University the first chance I got.
I was speaking to a student group which called itself the Friday
Club, since they used to boast in the lovely Missoula way it
met on every other day of the week; and I could not resist talking about "the problem of the younger generation," for the first
time in my life, though I was uncomfortably aware of how standReturning
concerting
to Missoula, at
visit
to
New
ard a subject
I
it
was
recall
alive."
Judging by the response in the letters colunms of the followmy listeners must have been taken in by the pretense
that I was talking about them; it was a time when young people
ing days,
ss
'
had not been talking about them really, cerwhose attention I felt only as the occasion
for a soliloquy. In the presence of the young, I have long believed, one should talk only to and about himself; since nothing
is more vain (how I wish those who have over and over charged
In any case,
me
old
man
trying to
his motives.
tell
young how
the
about
On
my own
auditors, old
it is
state
And
we were
all
find
it
me
to
endlessly fascinating to
interested.
like
do) than an
do
climate
this as well as I
knew
one must
when
as
which
would never
madness or sympathetic magic
on our part to break the spell. Oddly enough, in Montana it had
traditionally been the faculty which went thus publicly mad at
act of political
more
political or
seventeen years
in
professor
demand
five
after
after
my
first
having become a
arfull
said,
No
would
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repeat, only for myself) can see no prospect for decent teaching
what
which for
one is really after rather than some imperfect indication of it;
and the rhythm of one's voice is like the shape of the truth one
sees, one's tone the true color of the passion one feels.
If it had been an Indian meeting I was addressing, where the
first real roar of assent ends all legislative deliberation, becoming
action before it dies, it would have been all o\'er that very afternoon. But the world out of which I and my listeners came, and
to which we would return, was a world not of immediacy, but
of newspaper reports and second thoughts, further consideration
by committees, parliamentary procedures, and a series of inconclusive votes up an inadequately defined chain of command; far
from anything being over, it had all just begun. But I had already
had what the part of me wanted that had been properly renamed Heavy Runner: the moment of saying how it is, of making
it how it is by saying it; and I had, therefore, had all the response
that Heavy Runner could dream
not majority subscription by
a show of hands or a counting of secret ballots, but the creation
was
still
made
a point
to live
of reversion to tribal
life
the ass
with
it
is
knew
at forty,
having
lost
of youth.
melancholy of
voted (in
my
The
my
text of
should
like,"
you; though
it
Some
of
silent.
that only
ten-year-old speech
was prepared
be
is
the point
some quiet
as
is
it
opens
to give
my colleagues, I
me a disturber
gy
know,
will resent
of the peace.
So
The
let's settle
is
what
am
issue seems
between
and
in-state
out-of-state students,
versus expansion.
The whole
issue had,
rigidity, lack of
balance of the
had been
man
a student at
Montana
State
University
many
he
years
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58
before becoming
its
President: a particularly
unhappy
student,
il
it
subject.
I
had
made
en
a lapse in self-control.
I had begun soft and easy by appointing new staff members
with degrees from Harvard, Yale, and Princeton, figuring that
their Ivy League associations would appeal especially to that
hunger for and innocence about the traditional which I knew our
new President must surely share with all other Montanans. Actually, our students offered each year a ten-dollar prize to the one
of their fellows who suggested the "best new tradition," and no
administration, including this one, had failed to approve. What
had been odd about my first choices (two of them were Jewish,
one had a permanent writing block, all were more than normally
prickly) had passed unnoticed; what counted with our administrators was the tone of the pubUc notice anything got; which
turned out to be, in these cases, quite favorable. It was just the
same with the pair of distinguished visitors whom I invited to
lecture at almost the same moment: one an alcoholic and inaudible novelist, the other a homosexual and incomprehensible
poet.
over the
to learn
the
was to be "controversial."
Meanwhile, however, I had become convinced that it was
precisely "controversial" people we needed to recruit into our
state
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I,
become
"controversial,"
on
its
The
way
staff;
done so before.
worked quite the other
self-righteousness of administrators
still
gj
in favor of resisting
most self-consciously
and the larger community.
In this instance, the nasty whispers were whispered; a second
ad hoc Committee was chosen from the slate of Methodist Youth
counselors, Air Force Reser\'e officers and run-of-the-mill toadies,
with our own Department represented solely by the Southern
Lady; the Negro candidate was rejected on reconsideration and
I enjoined to write him a second letter telling him so.
No matter what I wrote in the black lines of that letter, I knew
that he would read the same familiar and disheartening message
in the white spaces between; and though perhaps 7 deserved the
indignity of it all, surely he did not. And so, at my next meeting
with the President, I lost my temper, utterly blew my cool, crying that the fight had just begun, that we were not yet through
with each other by any means. It was the only time that I have
ever blown up on such an occasion, knowing very well that rage
is a passion as irrelevant to committee meetings and campus
tions, thus protecting the sensibilities of the
White members
pohtics as love
I
had a year
of the faculty
itself.
to cool
proved to be
sobered up
fast
tana to discover
justice
my
enough, however, when I returned to Moncolleagues wrangling with each other. In-
feisty;
it
off
My
factions
and
settle
down
to the pleasures of
impotent self-con-
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but loneliness,
students, who,
it
me would
be,
reckoned, total
isola-
And
so
said aloud
from our pain, and more especially of the new faculty (the
turnover in the time of troubles had been, of course, large)
what I considered my best wisdom on the subject. "The moral
is clear," I told them, after detailing a bill of particulars. "To
know
the President
is
politics, to
last,
to take
my
it
as "a
^o
Journalism
his profes-
because the
and slander.
But Montana was not Oxford, where games are played by
gentlemen for points; those who listened to and remembered his
initial remarks, but not his retraction, were no gentlemen, and
they played for keeps. What he had said, the following day,
was: "I was reminded Wednesday of the student political meetings of the thirties and forties
when the young Communists
moved in. The tactics, the ad hominem attacks, the labor lyceum
delivery, the so-called facts
all were the same. Dr. Fiedler
loves causes
an admirable trait just as he loved causes in the
lating rage to excuse malice
thirties."
And
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there were to be
blend
ener
into
to
supporters inscril)ed
single
image of
fear,
all
me and my
in the para-
Red and
being
East-
equally
"controversial."
It
simple as that:
all
so bad, however,
as
Company.
The Company itself,
against the
being
though
those
who had
through
with
all
it
re-
Montana problems.
selling
South America.
had never quite believed in the legend of the Company to
begin with, having discovered that most of those who claimed
they had been silenced by its power had been bom without
voices. What did dismay and pain me, however, was the discovery that the issues seemed much less clear to the right-wing
enemy than they did to me; that as a matter of fact, the more
to
naive
the President
everybody knows
was
is
New
a Jew, too,
down
was he not
left
Montana
gr
we became immediately
was what
unavailable, invisi-
the houses of
fight
the cars that gathered along the curb and attempting to identify
their owners; and we could observe, playing the counterspy with
an eye to the crack between someone's living-room drapes, their
spies counting ours.
But only rumor ever told us what they were planning, who
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gg
was
members
of the Board.
had now
to
address
The
I had
and harassment;
this should have been a relief, but somehow was not. I cannot
speak for him, since I never talked to him again and only saw
him occasionally strolling at nightfall across the campus toward
Mount Sentinel, quite as I liked to do. He walked ver\' slowly
always, his head down and his body hitched a little by the notquite-limp which made him easily recognizable; he would pause
ties,
become
President and
to reassure
himself that there were actual things out there beyond the limits
days, but he
the most
untouchable.
I never heard anyone hail him, nor saw anyone approach him, much less take his hand or slap him on the shoulder;
Certainly
affair
came
finally
to
mean
him the
myself, which
for
to say,
maybe
it
ostentatiously avoided me
especially one colleague in
psychology who had for years oddly wooed me with huge hunks
of venison he had shot and bushels of Swiss chard out of his
garden. But even he, though he turned his head away as we
passed, muttered loudly enough for me to hear the insults that
would have been pointless spoken outside my range.
cards
had,
my
Qy
to
toward dawn
shout at
to
my
me
drunkenly in
students or
would be carried
had found refuge
to
me
my
forthwith.
in sleep
my own
oldest friends,
And when
Worst
of
all,
to ask
the A.P.
But I did not even talk really, except to say, "No comment,
no comment." I made no big statements throughout, issued no
explanations or apologies; only waited for the vote of the Board
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68
whichever way it
that would settle things once and for all, and
went release me from my own harassment, as well as the harassment of others for my sake which I could no longer bear. I had
said my piece, delivered myself of the pressures built up during
the years I had seemed to suffer injustice; and I began to be
overtaken by a feeling I had never experienced before. I was
tempted to call it "resignation" or "sweet reasonableness," for it
resembled what I had read of such things, and I had been hoping
that the end of youth might bestow such blessings on me; but
perhaps it was only simple exhaustion. On May 2, 1958, I wrote
in this mood what I intended as a final word on the subject.
A particularly troubled young instructor, too fond of both the
President and me for his own peace of mind, had posed publicly
some thirty questions all quite beside the point by then which
earlier he had sent me by mail. And in a letter to the student
newspaper, I tried to explain why, for all of our sakes, I was
taking the trouble to answer only one of them, which asked
what I "would consider to be my moral obligation if the decision
of the Board went against my view and the majority of the
would do what
"I
answered, "when a
what I consider
pohcy: accept that opinion and work inside of
faculty vote has gone against
we commonly
desire. I
am
be desirable
I can
never convinced by a
to
it
as best
the
ward leader
least
came
it
was
at
"
Rumors had reached us in the days just before the final vote
Board was spht right down the middle; and so we dispatched one of our more articulate supporters to present our
case to a member we'd heard was wavering. "And so you must
that the
end of a
"Why?"
"Why?" our advocate repeated, nonplussed. "My God, I've just
finished telling you, for the Good of the University, the Good of
your Children, the Good of the
But the Board Member cut him off at this point. "Fuck the
Good of the University," it is claimed he said, "that's like Home
and Mother. Who's on your side?"
"The Secretary of the Mine Mill and Smelters Workers Union,"
our friend answered, and pointed to where that labor leader sat
behind him. And the argument was over, the case won.
The vote was taken on May 6: seven to two in favor of accept-
Member
ing,
with one
member
absent and
the balloting;
(no one
knew
ever
won
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To make
matters worse,
the fright(>necl
my
now
me
to
me
anonymous letters
was just one Jew enemy, not two, only a single man left
whose head was so big he couldn't be touched with a ten-foot
the writers of
there
pole.
Therefore,
wildest of
why
them were
"controversial"
State Legislators,
figure
who would
rise to
ask
it
someone
articulate
ness,
always at
home
in
universities
71
at
had found
recognized
mysterious "They"
all his
name
life
for the
long: the
"Fiedler Faction."
No one any longer had to confess that his being fired or given
an inadequate raise might be due to normal bureaucratic incompetence or some fault of his own. It was, in each case, the "Fiedler Faction" once more, which is to say, a conspiracy organized
by the President-killers still hungry for blood. And in order to
fight so insidious a foe parliamentary
he
let it
be known,
in his
summer
madness, and so
came
we
believed, in ours.
vacation
quickly;
diatribe against
me
exhis
my
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relations with
and the
my
tanans, to
whom
read what
my
rest
had
first
rifle;
printed work
fled precisely
wrote.
writings
and
activities.
many
of the
What he had
sawmill constitutes a
chiefly
An End
to
satis-
factorily
There was,
ble.
I
I
little
if
know now
at
long last),
it
if
in
my
liberal reviewers,
some
of
whom seem
to
have taken
me
for
an agent of black reaction; for the latter attended to the sentiments which di\ided us rather than the \'ocabulary we shared.
But the former knew that it is words which count, the language
a man speaks, whatever he may think he is saying in it.
Certainly, it was the words to which most of the seven thou-
yn
sand readers
(legislators,
members
Board of Education,
of the
whom
merce) to
the authors
Pohtical." At the
control, the oath
contract as a teacher at
Montana
State University:
".
support
Government
Coming
of.
across
."
.
it
could see
how
pamphlet,
in the
first
alien a
time.
read
And
it
turning to
my own
words,
who
really
myself as a liberal,
presumed by the oath: ".
influence of Marxist ideas,
intellectual, writer, American, Jew
sons of the original Jewish immiCommunist and Trotskyist
grants ... a marriage of Greenwich Village and Marxism
avant garde aesthetic ideals
from Bohemianism to radicalism
and radical politics
struggle for a revolutionary politics and
lived in that
."
.
my
And
there
What
sections labeled:
The
last
On
Sex,"
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74
lawver's advice
his
to
is
just a
The
homosexuality.
legal disclaimer:
"sexual aberrants,"
sexual, a
It all
on an
implication
is
perfunctory
dangerous fellow-traveler.
amounted
to a flimsy
enough
demonstration that
earlier
case, to
self-
really pink.
"Dumb
."
.
had
Dick," a phallic
first
Love seethes
Like
whey
Dumb
Sleeps.
Wonder
matters;
yg
my
art, as
in literature.
immune
self-condemnation,
to irony
confession
"On Becoming
it
a Dirty
of
sin.
Why
its last
else
it
as
would the
paragraph?
whom
it
is fashionable to be
about
have
clearly
not read beyond
they
concerned these days. But
it is to strip
how
hard
title,
since
my
point
precisely
my
is
juvenile delinquents
and
how
naked
terrible! I
Even
heresy,
this,
Montana
siders,
itself
dudes.
last
final
Montanans
is
not to betray
to
prove
decency or
Had
it
false to
to Easterners, out-
Rousseau"
invariably referred
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be decadents playing
make
clear in a passage of
in the
".
as
tried to
who
business. There is
one remove or another
strictly
at
had
the West is
Montanan who does not
pamphlet:
scarcely a
my
my
own
his
particu-
of his state."
realized most
Princeton students), as
rural,
game than
Perhaps
them
is
seem
Montanans
so
little
provincial; they
my
University,
to
in the
company
of civilized
men
on
fellow-Montanans outside
bed. Most of
my
to
play the
And maybe
all,
sophisticated
as they
may
among them;
"...
yy
was thinking
idols.
when
in particular
Yet
it
was
of his face
in all seriousness
new pamphlet.
On February 20, 1959, for instance, the Lewistotvn Daily News in
an editorial headed "WHO IS THE MORE DISPENSABLE?"
attacks to coincide with the appearance of the
had attempted
gested,
among
to define
a long
list
which
had sug-
in
how
dispensable he in fact
is;
this
BF.INC
7S
BUSTED
moved
who
the
practices
does
this
dent
is
new
President at
We
MSU who
will
yearn for a
as being dispensable."
It was the clearest call vet spoken alond for my removal (the
pamphlets had depended on inference to do the job) and was,
in eflPect, seconded by a long conmiunication from a freshman
out of Melville, Montana, who had been attending .some of my
lectures and who confided his reactions first to The Bif:^ Timber
Press, then a couple of weeks later to The Daibj Interlake.
Anyone enrolled in the University, the irate freshman revealed,
is being taught, by one or another member of the "faction"
which controls it, "existentialism, atheism, agnosticism, debauch." And though he names no names, he describes
ery, filth.
three corrupters in detail, beginning with me:
.
this faction is a
man
This
man
hand
to
He
in
military service.
blind;
is
no better
from
is
furtively
.
has no place in an
it
life.
His ideas on sex are not those which
normal children accept. The man is brilliant and very articulate, which makes it doublv hard for 17- and 18-year-olds
to distinguish right from wrong.
intellectual's
He
prett)'
choice, too
"
now
is
professors in dis-
one boy
in class that
he couldn't know
of Playboy,
how
to 'make' a girl.
The "husband
of
young minds!
to analyze a
filthy
as
to
"
office
"
department
"If
we
79
And he
concludes:
will
his
in
settled for
lips,
young
instructor
who
before he had
Power Company,
or the
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guaranteed in advance to discover nothing that would upset anybody, but only to produce a "Report" that cleared no one and
condemned no one and was, in any case, to be seen by no one
it
was tempted
himself, lest
it
who had
so
to believe, prob-
was
satisfied;
Daily Interlakc:
troversial
logistical:
away
for or explained
for reasons
which
or,
worst of
theoretically
The
etc., etc.
my own
it
last
episode in
the President of
Montana
melodrama) involved
Bozeman, an Agriculture and Engineering School typically lusting for cultural respectability and the right to bestow Ph.D.'s in
the Humanities
both of which depended, of course, on the good
will of the Board. I had been invited to its campus by the local
chapter of the Teachers Union, a tiny organization which had
been ineffectually but annoyingly challenging their President's
paternal tyranny. A liberal in politics, especially on questions of
Public Power, he therefore felt his authoritarianism beyond reproach, from the Left at any rate; and besides, he was as interested in budgets as the next fellow which made me an unde-
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was mayhem in the air even without me. As a matter of fact, the
very week I was originally scheduled to appear, quite another
a less, as they say, symbolic one,
sort of fight was due to occur
that is, one fought for hard cash rather than the elusive "Good
of the University": ten rounds for the Middleweight Championship of the World between Gene Fullmer and Joey Giardello.
It was, indeed, the first championship match at any weight
which Montana had seen since Tex Rickard conned the cattlemen of Shelby into putting up the money for the DempseyGibbons fight way back in whenever the hell it was. And, to tell
the truth, I was eager to see it myself, though, to maintain the
proper professorial detachment, I had offered my hosts some
alternative dates, both before and after the great event. One of
my staunchest and sweetest-tempered supporters on my own
campus in Missoula had once got annoyed enough to suggest
that my taste for boxing, combined with my contempt for team
sports, betrayed an archaic mind which thought all conflicts
should be settled by a duel of champions.
What really pleased me about prizefights, however, was that
unlike, say, college football
it involved no cheerleaders, no
marching bands, no pennants; only the spotlighted ring and the
darkness around it, a kind of theater in which the bleeding actors
and the yelling audience are equally isolated, only the referee
a mediator, dancing his detachment from the kill.
Or maybe it is a lot simpler than that, a minor vice learned,
like any, from someone especially loved. Certainly it was my
grandmother who initiated me into a lifelong fascination with
the sport, though to her fights happened in her living room, in
words, over the radio. Still, she cheered as wildly as anyone at
Schmeling,
whom
so that she
It
and
especially
Max
he was a Kraut.
to
be
in
in April, 1960),
the
campus
as
well.
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leaflets,
along with
some jocular criticism in the local press, I did not officially appear
at Montana State (>ollege at all.
To be sure, I went to Bozeman anyhow, incognito as it were,
attending an afternoon coffee hour in a fraternity house and a
largish faculty party in someone's private
ning;
both places
at
my
spoke
home during
the eve-
piece in an atmosphere of
tlie
record,
young
ants
it
remained
was not
as,
indeed,
my
its
and parking
all
there,
I
lot
attend-
ever,
of a
him
least,
made
who began
with
glowering.
Actually, the real attraction of the evening
who
was the
joker in
yelled, just as
"
."
.
The summary
of
remarks is not mine, since I was too tickled at his performance really to listen; I dug it up later out of the sports pages of
the Arizona Republic. The man from the Teachers Union who
sat beside me insisted afterward that the President had meant to
his
me among
include
it,
but
fear he
was
"
you
Still,
are
not
win
in
to
efforts
can't
temporarily to Athens,
clipping
headed
newspaper
I discovered that a luncheon speaker at the Yellowstone County Woman's Republican Club had "declared the
MSC head has become 'too controversial to serve the people of
reading further,
Montana.'
later
Still
to
simply go out
should
like to think
fore,
for. It is
my
double commitment
and to explain was henceforth elsewhere: with the people
who pretended to have read my actual books, rather than with
those content just to have read or even heard about the
as
it
sounds, for
if
true,
it
meant that
to fight
reviews.
be
in
some
and Death
and
gossip. Moreover,
in the
American Novel
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my
book had been "the subject of lead reviews in major pubUca."; another coniiiiented: "Time magafew weeks
zine thought enough of the man's abihty to utih/e more llian a
."; still another obfull page
reviewing Fiedler's book
".
served that
indications are that it will be a best seller."
True, the U.P.I, correspondent was still sufficiently victimized
by old habits to add that "Dr. Fiedler
has been a controvertions the past
sial
figure in
Montana education
for
many
(though
my
in fact his
"many
."
South 4th Street East, Missoula. "Good money in Missoula.
"Goes to extreme lengths to demonstrate his courage. ..." I did
.
5r
on
The reviews
suspected on me.
of
in the
a mountain
million Americans
much
home
it
is
not so
to leave
as to
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Even the
been automated.
Meanwhile, out of the ugly expensive sprawl of new houses
that had crept up both banks of Rattlesnake Creek and the near
slope of Mount Sentinel, earnest ladies drove weekly to meetings of the League of Woman \'oters, where they reminded each
other ritually that the Clark Fork was growing ever more polluted
with their own garbage and detergents, plus industrial wastes;
that local government had fallen, apparently forever, to the most
mindless of the Birchers; that the school system tended to grow
less efficient and more irrelevant year by year; that yet another
Indian tribe had been screwed by some new Power Company
deal.
lake dried
up
still
in the
all
was easy to
day the old
world whose frost-pitted
quite real,
cup of the
hills:
still
still
populated
pine.
McLeod we had
they were the
quite
final
human neighbors
of Higgins and
contend with, and
comer
to
much on
Higgins, of
course,
great
logging trucks
been planted
ing that
in
dream
the doctors
Higgins Avenue: 1958
of shoestores
-r
polished their cars with endless patience or cleaned their shotguns against the hunting season, while their wives tried with
porous
to
extort
soil.
we
how my
how
long
stayed
up
or
flaunting of
DO
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we heard
a niyna bird
And when
me
was a
letter
waiting to
gone East for good, spat and said, "That goddam Fielder
I always knew he would run out on us some day."
tell
had
[sic].
Part Three
Strance, though, to have ended up in Buffalo, where my grandhad gone briefly in 1904 to find a job;
where my mother, as a girl of ten or twelve, had given pet
father, a leather-worker,
names
to
Street;
where,
the rats
town
in Lockport.
since
leaving
Missoula.
In
certain
sense,
indeed,
Buffalo
waukee
to
burn
now
finally
it
had never
comer
of
91
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92
licked by
al)()ut to gixc up and die
and the shit of all those unlivable cities.
But the dving lakes do not matter, finally, aiiy more than the
junk shops and j)i//.a palaces and wax museums and hot dog
stands on both sides of "(he friendliest border in the world,"
where the guards bug teen-agers for long hair, but the Mafia
manages to keep its heroin supply lines open.
Nothing matters, really, when you lean over the protective
railing and see that endless hump and hea\'e of gre(>n water
breaking to white, that relentless soft power grinding a cliff to
boulders, boulders to pebbles, pebbles to sand all in its own
sweet time. And you can understand why men are moved by the
mere sight of it to do damfool things like riding bikes over it
on high wires, or walking those wires with long balancing poles,
oil slick
and dead
fish
down
Buffalo.
the heart,
full
hand-me-down
of imported cigars or
dresses;
secondhand instruments or
abandoned Burlesque
House.
There are
also a
mausoleum
banks which seem
serted
few
fine old
handsome
tributes to
initial
impression
is
in
at
new
what the
one time or
must already
go
1967
have happened, though Buffalo has only been waiting over the
some catastrophe
Or maybe,
about
after
all
another
all,
it
And
Not war or
is
fire,
WASP
had a
afflicted
it,
mills that
happy combination
of anti-Semitism
it
itself
looted for a while by the Italians, then by the Poles, then the
Italians again,
and
so
all
pretty
much White and Roman Catholic. The Jews have been largely
shunted off into making money as storekeepers, lawyers, doctors,
professors,
and
shrinks;
and though
headed
for
the suburbs these days and support the arts, they have got there
been sealed
And
money
except in the form of weekly wages, the form that buys nothing
except what
is
consumed on the
spot.
much
to
its
spiritual
interested in delivering
them
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comfort
in
reminding
much
on
Schenectady and Utica and Troy. Yet
Buffalo has certain real ad\antages even as compared with New
York, advantages which go beyond those ambiguous ones associated with iiier(> sinallness of scale. One of these, the University,
brought me to Buffalo in the first place; another, the unsuspected
presence of green oases in its gray wastes, pleasant neighborhoods for those who can afford them, I was shown almost immediately by one of those lady real estate agents who await new
less in reflecting
arrivals to the
"Queen
City," eager
and numerous
as the taxi
They
who seem
to find as
much
little
uneasy about
my
some
widowed,
loser of a
husband
down
Though
town or making
a fast buck.
were
just
beginning to under-
was not
end up
buying a place that paid the sort of commission they were used
to getting only out of sales to Managers of Electronic Plants or
Cancer Researchers at Roswell Clinic. Poor things, when my arrest hit the headlines, they grew confused all over again and
now, I am told, approach new members of the University staff
still
called "U.B."
if
to writing books.
it
ge
1967
before
my
arrival,
when
When
Harvard and
selling
would
Chair
divert
in
money from
his
own
less
fortunate fellow-citizens,
or a
Series
of Poetry
Readings.
Actually, concerts
had benefited.
But the working
either; since
when
boredom
of
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the classroom
the
for
sort
of "real
called invidiously
life"
came to be
by the anxious petty-bourgeoisie who stayed
"
as the process
dentists,
made
What Roman
Catholics
far
this
myself:
the
jackets
and
ties,
hand and
to class.
has just
my
or sometimes the
man"
in
in
young men
in the
quite conspicuously
resisted the hordes
professorial rank were Jewish,
was not
in
still
time
of Jews
too.
intended functions
in a
way
it
performed
community around
though even more
mean
1967
gj
were
not attracted to Buffalo from time to time (as they are to every
sort of school everywhere); and a few of them, I know from
on till retirement, for reawould have found it hard to explain even to themselves, but which were doubtless no worse than those which
keep people at much more eminent institutions.
firsthand experience, actually stayed
sons they
brilliant
enough
in
own
at faculty
little
or
meetings
men
at their best
when
it
comes
to protect-
their heritage,
indeed, which
made
Buffalo, after
it
life-
was
had gone
It
four, naturally,
in
Communist
Party,
or
if
so,
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9S
for
to
such an oatli.
be signed and
was
It
there,
just
on the hooks, a
certificate
filed:
for the
To be
somewhat earlier, (Congressional Investigating Comcome to campus, as they had come everywhere; but
sure,
mittees had
who were by
much less genuine
ber or two
their lights
licity,
alarm; and,
some
relief to
Red enough
I
staff
mempub-
to justify
a bit better.
parties
their junior
for
staff
when
in orderly ranks,
counting cadence.
What
of a school
its
Agronomy
very
to
"it" so
it.
But the
lest
they perish
by
had
violence or
so long
and
(it
inanition
along
appeared
all
at
with
once)
so ignobly served.
When,
sixties
so populous
and
last
rich,
New
therefore, a governor of
to create at
a university system
and
to
movement
of chal-
chosen
and Albany
to
What
but
Just off Main:
to turn
away from
understood that
it
old
modes
go
Everyone
was and simply grow
neither could it emulate Harvard
in quest of distinction.
it
larger;
or
1967
of
California.
trying.
The
of the
leaders
had come to
community, however,
seem worth
university
Buffalo,
for
had
in
who had
assimilated notions of
and fashion
magazines.
It was a Harvard-in-Buffalo or a Princeton-on-the-Erie which
they seem to have imagined, an institution born hoary, fre-
And
here
is
vexed and continues to vex the relationship of the communityat-large and the new U.B., renamed the State University of
New York at Buffalo, or SUNYAB for short. It is the key, as well,
to much that motivated the events leading to my arrest. For
SUNYAB came into existence, loaded with dough and Hushed
with the enthusiasm of an institution all of whose mistakes lie
ahead of it, at the very moment when even the most ancient
schools were being challenged to change or die, yet no one knew
for sure
how
In light of
to
change, or even
all this, it
President, our
first
first
still
little
understood
what has
failed manifestation of
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lOO
come
to
clearly a real,
though perhaps
is
else,
left
under circum-
candor. So
the
lay
And few
of us on the
new
faculty
all
we
restraint
And whatever
crisis
comes
here,
was a
remem-
too,
as
it
202
what
had learned of
his
record.
or an infant casualty:
no particular
color,
before, as well as
mad, and
talk and
to
new techniques
silence;
open
to
trivial
new
and
the establishment of
new forms of
new modes
open
up
to everything
I would no longer be
and would be driven out of teaching to meditate or brood or just watch television.
In his first months, indeed, the new President seemed to be
interested in moving in such new directions: organizing a sym-
where
it
to the point
at a place
happily
named
Kissing Bridge
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some
had
present,
as
much
among
difficulty
as
those
who had
not been
to
and
editors
ones as bibliographers
many
writers, in short,
corridors, as in
in
other universities;
as not-quite-
if
good
certain
believes,
has yet
I
managed
quite to define.
am
come
not trying to say, of course, that our situation had beUtopian, or even that an overwhelming majority of our
students believed
it
so,
which would
be,
suppose,
much
the
1967
same
103
Some, to be
really
the
sure, cried
what was
tion to
belonged
still
truly
still
that
we
advanced
in
to "the Tradition";
in
me
once, after
It
is
disgraceful.
lacks
It
However
to a real
short
word seems
in fairly
of years
fascinating. In
any
case,
to
order that
interesting;
actually
suppose,
this
pressure reflects
nationwide
flight
to
graduate school based on the fact that for young men such appointments carried, until quite recently, automatic exemption
from the
draft;
but
we have
profited
all
national average.
to find
and sometimes,
alas,
con-
squabbles over
new
faculty
appointments,
own
which
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one
official
of passionate debate.
is
We
we
all
it is good there
be ten or twelve or fifteen (no one knows for sure, being too
busy at the mimeograph machine and the typewriter to count)
little
magazines, called Intrepid, Presence, Mother, Paunch,
Incense, Free Poems, etc., etc., in which such students and
younger faculty as have no access to more "established" publications can achieve print and, hopefully, a public. And between
issues, the same writers, usually poets these days when it is once
more
are
all
agreed that
each other,
in
or in support of
the hell of
Most
it.
of the poetry
it is
is
a la mode,
tempting
which
is
to say, fashionably
to believe that
into snippets
the lines of any other poem, without anyone's being the wiser,
this
seems
to
be a writer
is
enough,
want to be a
poem; and to
of ten, to
want
fair
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move,
arrives
in
the
flesh
105
to
surmised.
finguists,
And
two or three
festival, a
show
parties
combined
continuous ball
rolls into
as
into one:
when
all
at cultural
the endless
sity:
in
all
a nonstop
is
visitors overlap,
backwaters
Happening
like
of What's
and remains
Dame or Michigan
New is for the reborn
Notre
State
univer-
football,
being busted
IqQ
Meanwhile, I was teaching Shakespeare, the NineteenthCentury American Novel, Poetry of the English Renaissance, the
Literary Criticism of Aristotle and Longinus; for I do not enjoy
talking in class about topics on which I am currently writing,
fearful of boring myself or going stale.
And
tend
to
resist
come
and
find
love to
dream
over,
seeming a survivor myself: Shakespeare or Dante or, at the very latest, Melville and Dickens.
Needless to say, my colleagues are engaged in precisely such
routines, too
not just the traditional scholars, but the rest of us
as well, even those who look to the outsider more like Martians
or solitaries or mad Heads than like Mr. Chips. But of all of this
our hostile critics out in the community remain necessarily
unaware. They know about the continuing Festival, since many
of its events are open to them, indeed depend for survival on
their patronage. And they take note when those who perform
as
closer
closer to
at
the
Festival,
or
who
clearly
who
way home, stoned out of his mind; or a performance which shocked them in Buffalo banned elsewhere; or
a performer they found pointlessly obscene busted for pot a
picked up on the
month
later.
know how
It
is
is
not
to.
on
this
score
itself in
what administrators
1967
207
and
whole communit)'
From time
to time,
vinced of
this,
which he
tries
in the
them
the mind. Such sessions, however, are usually not convened until
to say, until
it is
who
headlines, involving
which
too late.
But it is really always too late, for there is no way to communicate in the daily press the daily concerns of the university:
the inscrutable ordinary business in committee room and class
which, despite a thousand betrayals,
somehow
furthers
its
ends.
on curriculum reform or a
change in administrative structure appears, it is bound to be
garbled and to seem, in any case, irrelevant to everything that
surrounds it, other news stories, ads, comics, whatever; for to
tell what the university is at any point really up to involves
article
it
More
has testified.
it has been the language of students
bugged the lay community; over the past
recently, however,
which has
particularly
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to
man
them
drill
to use
it
on
after.
this,
my
faculty
memwho
lifetime at least,
nity taking
them
for
secret allies
of the students
when
when
them
finks
they
and
there
is
since any
his
father's
slang along with his favorite jokes, and television has been teach-
his.
1967
200
in this regard,
is
of times
complain.
re-
meanings no
instance, and "dope" and "fuck."
The
sponded
to
so
word
last
vividly at least
differently
that
illustrates better
their
dictionary
more
what may well remain forever condebates about "revolution" and "dope," that what is at
cealed in
issue
is
language
in fact
itself,
all
our
conventions.
them even
for
find
it
remember sometimes
to
shocking; for
it
is
is
hard
who
not only in the text but even on the bannerheads of what they
read. After
all,
it
speechers" in the
and one of
it,
is
enough so that no
Fuck You.
called
Room
and so
"dirty-
in our
own
who
presides
it
paper
in
far as
no
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oil
not so
much by
"obscenity" as by
proper news.
But there are certain representati\'es of that community
re-
faculty
and printers. The latter, in parbe disturbed by what they find, for as a class they
are apparently conscientious and even censorious men. Twice in
ticular,
tend
my own
to
ically,
seem
to
sung by an East Village rock-andgroup and the lines spoken by the performers in a kind of
anti-Minstrel Show: both events in our Continuing Festival.
In the end, however, the President had to back down, because
in America these days it has become a little comic, certainly on
campuses, to object to the word "fuck." Moreover, the law has
grown more and more permissive in this regard. The irate
citizen unable to press charges against perpetrators of "obscenity'" must content himself with writing letters to the gripe
column of some newspaper which he knows agrees with him,
whatever the Supreme Court may say, or else he must find
something else legally actionable usually the possession of narcotics) by which the pornographer can be, if not silenced, put
to report faithfully the lyrics
roll
And
as
is
relatively
favorable,
by
it
is still
1967
211
man charged
cries, "Shit!" or
"Go fuck
is
called "obscene,"
is
the pres-
how
carelessly
they form
the round
of the dream.
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thoir cocks
arc heavy
dark.
express what
makes or loves,
not e\en reahzing they are poems, but inscribing them over the
front of liis office, or pasting them as bumper stickers on the
back of his car:
poems her
hivv, to
father
insure any-
will
body
but a draft-
card burner
If
guns
are outlawed
Onlv outlaws
will
have
guns
Clearly, howe\er. the difference in language
which separates
between those in the unipresent anomalous position as an aging professor caught between two warring sides,
and despite similar attempts at mediation by other faculty members of equal age and rank, the current confusion of tongues
represents quite simply a difference of generations. Those good
burners
versity
is
citizens of Buffalo
who
insist
my
as
their counteroffensive.
fice to tell
them
like
crazy cowboys
and
steal T.V.
down
sets;
1967
213
young
draft-resisters,
as
likely
windows
to
be cab
leather jackets
of their
bikes
and swastikas, so
that
waking,
filling
honest
Essentially, however,
makers of
it is
their
own
anonymous letters
anonymous phone calls
the writers
of
to
cannot
householders
just
tell
begun.
kids, of course,
with
whom
shouting at somebody
Not
that
least,
else.
That
hair
LSD.
Worst
of
all,
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114
tht'iii
all,
boys and
girls alike, as
soniehody always
out,
spacing
time,
when
things had
bred the
it
seemed better
sort of neurosis
in those
show
or matter a hell of a
Sick or well, in those days at least the "I" that had been the
child
to
be the mature
man was
itself
always tlwre
against
all
the others
it.
But these kids lived a life of total surrender, all flow and
impulse and letting go, in which they didn't seem to know or
care whether thev had a self or not. When they suspected they
might, they tried to blur it out with chemical compounds and
the juices of magic mushrooms or poison cactuses. Looking into
their burnt-out eyes, vou could see no core at all behind, nothing
looking back, only blackness inside the skull. So how could you
tell
mad anyhow
all
and what's more,
in it
them were lost in a world of sound magnified beyond real
hearing, their heads full of wild images and ideas out of comic
books and science fiction and fairy tales, / C/unf^ and The
Tibetan Book of the Dead and T]\e Book of Judgment.
God knows such notions have not been absent from my owti
head as I have watched over the last decade or so six children
of my own grow up
or down or out or in, whate\er the proper
directional term is these days; and part of my problem, as is
that distinction,
true
suspect of
my
neighbors as well,
is
that
we cannot
tell
even in which direction our kids are going, and are not sure
whether we or they are disoriented. In any case, the dismay I
share with my neighbors, watching them go, constitutes the dark
side of that ambi\ alence toward Right Now which I try so hard
to balance and protect, aware that both sides of it are authentic
responses to what is really happening, though either alone falsifies the way things are, for us as well as for them. If I were
not so scared at how far the young are willing to travel and
just off Main:
1967
2j^
is
on the one hand, the Lord Chief Justice on the other the comic
and thus to betray the only
falsifier or the absurd represser
real good bought with the expenditure of years, "wisdom," as it
is customarily called, though that sounds more like a boast than
a description.
From
it
of
my
Buffalo neighbors,
abandon ambivalence, the resolve eterboth ways, seems exactly what has turned the
many
to
It
is
or
"pathologically
more and
The
as they
permissive
real point
is
would say
in their
neurotics,"
that they
own
borrowing
had expected
better of us, though they will never quite say so, only
it
all.
Certainly
it
portunities
BKINC; Bl'STKD
ii6
exclusive status, liut this gift ot four extra years in which play
is
granted equal time with work is not a free gift; those who subit with endowments or annual giving or taxes expect such
sidize
And
so
it
off.
lady
who
lasts all
the
way
is
this,
desire precisely
No
to
make
it
but
panionship
not
on car
seats or in
home
of both partners.
And
there
not
in
Not
all
to despise
who
strike
and most
articulate)
tend
to,
even
if
to
21/
properly
begin with
the values of their parents' world, screaming arguments (ironically the occasion will sometimes be borrowing the family car)
against
it,
manage
to controvert in theory.
And how
else
spoiled kids
who
failing to appreciate
by sneering
at
it
it
(ingratitude
(heresy
is
is
The
university
meaning dope and the professors: dope which "weakens the mind," and the professors who
then warp it.
more and
It is, in fact, true that many university students
more of them each year, quite regardless of what sort of homes
they come from, or where they go to school smoke marijuana,
and that a smaller but still considerable number experiment with
LSD and other psychedelics, as well as with "speed," which is to
say, the amphetamines (though heroin, special terror of writers
is
already
how many
stress of
generations to
come)
conscience and as
The
will
little
it,
as Uttle
as
their
social
danger
And
and
and
all:
al-
the crewcuts
BEING BUSTKD
II f^
it
by
is
now
But
it
will not
to explain"
most
to
believe
except
insofar
as
parents
who
who
who
It is
not those
And
in
the
to
Nonetheless,
we
are
not
entirely
innocent,
we
professors,
this
is
a kind of hypocrisy,
is it
fact
that
and claiming
own
sort
of
to their children
know
1967
it,
IIQ
but that
it
is
not even
present.
We
to
as this
is
deceits,
difficult
suppose
did admit
it
though I
way, moving into Central Park, one
behind by the movement of Buffalo's
in a
me
Or maybe
to that formerly
it
was
a kind
WASP
all
ethnic interlopers,
had gotten
all
rich after
the proper moment. But they had long since departed, those
original
builders,
along
with
the
immigrant
girls
who had
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polished their
sil\
er
till
made
like
dim
figures at the
parochial
school classrooms
bustling nuns.
to
so
as
121
in the declining
summer
fall,
ducks head-
briefly
The
the
in the "it"
what
really
quite so lovingly, nor polish our cars quite so hard, nor hover
over our garbage cans quite so diligently to repair the ravages
of dogs; nor even that,
making no
secret of
it,
we
did not go
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to the Chiirdi of
con\(Miti()nal
ironies,
in
ing out our odd furniture, the weird pictures on our walls, the
lumpen
friends
uncut
Army dresses,
Our three sons,
Black
often as not.
as
first
in
Israel,
secretary
dubbed
films
into
and companion
to
only
U.S.
Representative to
for
the
next
fashionable
suburb,
like
all
the
"Who
1967
12'i
'
is
etc.
etc.,
fact,
the basis of this evidence, knowing full well that a similar scene
in
cries
this
of rage,
is
how
it
much pounding on
is
when
you're really in
the
Park householder,
graphical definition,
It
on
was a notion
my
was immune
to
become
a Central
all right.
that
made me
uneasy, though
had no crimes
it
at fifty
and
just off
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124
UB PROFESSOR,
ON DOPE CHARGES,
the headlines
all,
whose
And
(unless
all
reading on,
I
a character in
someone
else's
as
fiction,
false
to
the core as
Buffalo English professor and noxelist, his wife, their son and
daughter-in-law were
among
six
LEMAR,
a U.B.
of mari-
[sic]
juana,
are used
ft
Whatever misleading emphases there were in the first newspaper accounts of my arrest, they were at least faithful to the
only facts which interested the reporters, i.e., what the police
actually said and did. Any falsifications present were attributable to the cops themselves and their "undercover agents"
single teen-age agent, as it turned out, whom they perhaps hoped
to dignify with the not-quite-accurate plural. But the tone and
selection of details were enough to cue further distortions in
the minds of unwary or hostile readers. On April 30, for example,
the President of the University, distressed, under pressure and
presumably informed only by such accounts (he had not yet
talked to me at all), issued a statement which read in part:
"I have made it clear that this administration will not tolerate
students who are found trafficking in illegal drugs. We will
The
implication that
was
or, at
had been
on May
7. Its
enough
to
by the
,"
though
125
BEING BUSTED
126
and a reference
to
"When
comes
it
whom
adults with
that often
is
home during
ment on
a pot-and-hashish party.
my
York
in his
name
New
was arrested
was
to
get
had
preferred as always to use the good old name, U.B., presumably
in honor of the good old days before pot and disruptive professors. On the other hand, the notion that the bust had occurred
the
of
home when
own
that magazine's
all
in-
and
one of my sons taking a
bath, while two friends waited for him, and another son and
daughter-in-law preparing to leave for a movie with me and
vention:
my
all,
only
wife.
cided
which
name:
game
foohshly
to
is
to
now
say,
write a
Letter
to
the
Editor,
in
short,
there ever
had
of
all
it),
had learned
it,
should
it
had
with no indication
excised where.
however,
in the
calls
In the end,
chump's
and
my own
it
was not
course of
it
just
waste
effort,
I
really
since
wanted
to write
and
had
127
be written
to
the world
to
1967
not
all,
in
to
emerge.
But where
to
speak
considered Plaijboij
my
first,
had
read
it,
rather than
thumb through
for
who
actually
to
the
Pop
Cold
were
War
to the literary
They
there-
and by definition,
on my side in any case involving drugs and cops and improper
and
surveillance, whatever its merits. What I wanted, though
not just in terms of strategy, but in response to some deeper
need I have not yet quite explained to myself was to convince
those of my own age and historical experience: the more enlightened members of what the young call (because that's what
it is, I suppose) "the Establishment," both in the university and
in the larger world of arts and letters.
Such aging and established liberal humanists had gone back
fore could be expected to be, instintctively
leftist
period,
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and
in
in another,
the time of
forum, as
it
quite unfair
my
Power,
It
I
it
it
stood by
its
editors:
me
critics
of
tempera-
Vietnam, draft-
Warren Report,
critics of the
would be
find
since
especially
troubles, generously
less
etc., etc.
me
quite
all
Having been
and verse
that
is
Our
find
my
own; but
were peaceful enough, except for some minor arguments with copy editors over style and
syntax; and though I shall probably not write for the NYRB
again, just as I had not written for it before
not having been
invited, as a matter of fact
what I feel chiefly is gratitude.
dealings about the article
itself
220
'
my own
difficulties
tried not
of others,
that
account of
my
tried
Yet
self-indulgence.
that original
reprint
making,
have appended
document entered
Let
in evidence.
thing."
as
it
And,
in
is
could not
my
life,
it
as
resist
now
well as a
it:
"if
I
leht alles,"
fifty
people
has
"Az m'leht,
when he was
understand,
On
a fact of
Exhibit A:
uncut and
article
to
But some
or seventeen:
"
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ISO
first
"We
knocked!
We
after con-
later,
lost
before the
got
up
and other females variously connected with the State UniverNew York at Buffalo) to speak to them of the freedom
and responsibility of the teacher.
I have no record of the occasion (was it a year ago, two?),
can remember no precise dates or names or faces but I do
recall the horrified hush with which my not very daring
but, I hope, elegantly turned commonplaces were received.
I spoke of the ironies of our current situation in which a
broad range of political dissent is tolerated from teachers,
but in which no similar latitude is granted them in expressing
opinions about changing standards in respect to sex and
drugs. I invoked, I think, the names of Leo Koch (fired out
of the University of Illinois) and Timothy Leary (dropped
from the faculty at Harvard, I reminded my ladies ) and ended
by insisting that the primary responsibility of the teacher is
to be free, to provide a model of freedom for the young.
Needless to say, tea and cakes were served afterward, and
one or two members of the Program Committee tried hard
sity of
voices
time
suggesting
that
maybe
for
there
the very
first
was something
'
1967
my
23I
opinions to teach
responsive group to
whom
tried to talk
as
candidly as
i.e.,
teaching
and according
I
said
many
to
an outmoded curriculum.
things both in
my
initial
presentation and in
speare,
said,
and similar
stuff
Homer
to
Shake-
e.g.,
J.
R. R. Tolkien's Felloicship of
the Ring);
stuffier
like, say,
BEING Bl'STED
132
keep mail from the Far Right roHing in. Such readever have read either Milton or Leary, but they
is the honorific and which the dirty word. It was
at this point, at any rate, that the notion of me as a "cornipter
of the young" seems to have taken hold in Western New
York at least spreading as far as the State Legislature, in
which a member arose within a couple of weeks ( representing
as I recall the Hornell District) to ask why my presence was
being tolerated in a publiclv supported institution of higher
gather
to
may not
know which
ers
learning.
first pay much attention to all this, nor to the
pamphlet on pomographv, prepared by the same
body of New York lawmakers, the cover of a Nudist magazine
advertising the reprint of a review I had once done of that
unexpectedly amusing mo\ie, T/ie Immoral Mr. Tease, had
been given a prominent position. On the one hand, the small
local furor had got lost in the overwhelming response the
garbled version of what I had said in Arlington brought from
I
did not at
fact that in a
all
offers to publish my remarks in publicaranging from Fact to the Catholic World, invitations
tions
Meher Baba. On
explain, to interpret
what
translating
for
were saying in an incomprehensible tongue, deciphering for parents what their children were muttering in a code they trusted their parents to break. What did
I have to tell the young about themselves (about Shakespeare
their students
or
1967
'
I*?*?
which
had not learned from them? One of the things I had learned
something I might have remembered from the Apology
but did not is that the young cannot, will not, be "corrupted"
or "saved" by anyone except themselves. Out of my own
ambivalence, my own fear, my own hopes and misgivings
before a generation more generous and desperate and religious than my own, it seemed to me I could make a kind
of sense at least what might be made to seem "sense" to
those in whose definition of that term I myself had been
special
authority,
but that
is
brainwashed.
tion, a
few
contemplative
knew what
life
hedonism
And everyone
lies
began
to
BEING BUSTED
134
he transformed into a
(thougli only in
fi^ht
(i<^(iiii^t
tJic
freedom
of expression
tlic
At
I
point precisely
this
it
to
was
in
i.f.mah,
March
an
year
of this
officially
recognized
student organization
to
legalization of "grass" not in order to indulge a private pleasure, but in order to extend
me
freedom
as intolerable,
for
everyone.
Besides,
under
as
it,
thirty)
had prevailed
in respect to
The same
hibition
early
demand
following
the
in
change
one committed
seemed
decade,
me
to
to
the
in
felt this
Moreover,
was convinced
that
the Univer-
if
dis-
cussion
of
the
real
issues
involved,
the
if
had disagreed
faculty
totally
adviser to
nmch
any
with
its
it
had
aims,
intellectually
difficulty in
persuading
Just off Main:
someone
to take
1967
on the responsibility
jo^
'
as
having.
As a matter of
fact,
it
me
that a score
me
letters to the
that there
the
moment
of associating
The
in the
issues
first
are
clearly
drawn
not
criminal issues at
enough
to
be
if
this requires
critical
and
all
style felt
BEING BUSTED
136
way is thrre to cope with an eiioiny who is bearded (i.e., contemptuous of convention and probably cleanhness as well),
and "beat" (i.e., dangerously aberrant), and a Communist
( i.e., convinced of ideas more liberal than those of the speaker,
and
worst
professor
(i.e.,
etc.,
etc.).
of
all
own
on April 18 and April 20, and on April 29, the day of the
arrest, a spokesman for the police was reported as having
said that for ten days my house, watched off and on for
"months," had been under "twenty-four-hour surveillance"
a scrutiny rewarded (according to police statements in the
press) by the observation of "many persons, mostly young,
going in and out.
All of which seems scarcely remarkable
in a household with six children, each equipped with the
customary number of friends.
What is remarkable is to live under "surveillance," a situation in which privacy ceases to exist and any respect for the
person and his privileges yields to a desire to "get rid of"
someone with dangerous ideas. Slowly I had become aware of
the fact that my phone kept fading in and out because it
was probably being tapped; that those cars turning around
'
my
of
It
Just off
Main: 1967
I'iV
someone
show some
to
seemed im-
it
possible ever to turn her out. For me, the high point the
moment of ultimate indignity in the whole proceedings came
my
at
last
traditional
and
eat,
her
little
inviting
all
The
of
my
to
sons claims
we were
(one
refuse
prefer to reflect on
so. I
the cops at their listening post (in the bread van?) hearing
the ancient prayers: "Not in one generation alone have they
risen against us, but in every generation.
we
shall
be
free!" I
This year
cannot
we
resist report-
the lighting of
Channukah candles
my
first
at
our house.)
received
and the garbled accounts of it in the local newspapers (made worse by a baseless reference to "trafficking in
drugs" in the initial release from the University concerning
my case) should have struck an anti-Semitic note, reading,
"You goddamned Jews will do anything for money." Though
I had not really been aware of the fact, anti-Semitism was
already in the air and directed toward the University of
which I was a member. (Hate mail from an organization
calling itself mam, or more fully. Mothers Against Meyerson,
had already begun to refer to Martin Meyerson, the President
of our University, as "that Red Jew from Berkeley.") It was
after
arrest
ready to be released:
all
there,
of
education
and
distrust
of
hostility to the
the
educated,
young, fear
anti-Semitism,
who
worst of
all
dissented
"
BEING BUSTED
138
my
the responses
of
my home, by some
of
and purpose of
of the young over one of those
three-hour question-and-answer radio programs which appear
to bring out all the worst in all the worst elements in any
communitv. The tone of the whole thing was set by the
letter of invitation in which the conductor of the program
ended by saying that he could not understand why a man so
often quoted by Time-Life would agree to act as faculty
adviser to lemar, or in his terms "would willingly take up
the posture of Pied Piper to those voung louts.
Still I was not merely distressed but astonisJied when, just
as I was recovering from being mugged, fingerprinted, misquoted, and televised, I received an anonymous letter purporting to be from "a group of Central Park neighbors," which
began by assuring me that I and my children were "condemned to a ghetto life," went on to refer to their Negro
friends (two of whom were also arrested after the police
broke into my house) as "the colored, thieving and prostituting
." and concluded: "If Myerson doesn't
for a rattish living
dispose of you and you leave our neighborhood in a reasonable
."
What
length of time be assured of total harassment.
generallv on
the
culture
such
"total
though
my
imagination
of
hand
all
men
are
presumed
unless
guilty until
we can
replace
the
charges,
the
legal
when
September
5),
trial
(it
is
my
and
if
now adjourned
until
my
1967
I'iQ
and
slightly altered:
When
after
a bath.
The
students
is
seemed
to
in
to
had crashed
in
on me:
my
I
first-floor
BEING BUSTED
140
this
is
ha\c learned
alas,
that their
felt
I
trated
original
affects
is
not pene-
comtnunity;
the
at
our
all
sense of
Main: 1967
Just off
arrest in their
i^i
along
with two of
had
come
just
my
sons and
my
who
daughter-in-law
to call.
Quite as interesting
will
damning the
place
(".
was incense
in the
room
and white
"hippie-
That the
denim
.").
trousers"
less literate but equally convinced that all who dress differently
from themselves are guilty even though ultimately found innocent especially guilty if 'devious enough to convince the
courts that they are less insidious than their clothes declare
them.
Yet this is not the whole story; for everywhere there is a
growing sense (especially as the police in their desperation
grow more and more outrageous) that not I and my family,
but the police themselves and those backward elements
in the community, whose panic and prejudice they strive vainly
to enforce, are on trial. The ill-advised remarks of the police
court judge at my arraignment, for instance, brought an
immediate rebuke and an appeal to the local Bar Association
for "appropriate action" from a professor of law who happened to be present. And my own University has stood by
me with a sense that not only my personal freedom but the
BVSTED
BF.INC
142
is
imperiled.
When
of "suspending"
member
to civilian sanctions,
hut
my
arrest
colleges
my
fa\or
not
merely
the malicious
persecution of dissenting
Just off Main:
my
1967
Id'i
Needless to say,
up
my
sagging
awareness of
spirits.
change
in the law,
is
entitled to full
harassment of
my
representation of
my
freedom of speech
privacy,
the
vindictive
and the (perhaps inevitable) misus in the press will have been worth
family,
all
of
enduring.
Appendix One:
Matter of Language
men
alles:
irrelevantly,
at
and he went on
stake
to
reproach
his
me
deep
for
pieties,
however
which
"carelessness
little
was inclined
to
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144
found
it.
at Arlington
Club
talk to a similar
The
my
eaten
away
whose
the toughness of
bred by dealing
More than
mind and
at close quarters
that,
had
at last
Once
i^e
believes
to,
able
is
his
slave or a
a
ator,
civil
No
someone
dignified
It is to
is
else,
despicable
beyond
his
the unborn
answerable; but
is
just
is
the agent of
another Eichmann,
it
is
feel
dismay.
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146
an absurd misunderstanding, a
silly
joke?
my
mistake.
as
I
rage
endless,
would have been scarcely aware that such a religious movement was in progress, despite evidence everywhere that in
however unorthodox a fashion some of the young, at least,
had raised once more the question of whether the active life
was necessarily preferable to the contemplative life; and had
felt
quite certain,
and
familiar
ceptable.
political
fully
whatever
For
all
the
Brown's observation
in
participation
visible
their
stupid
to
of
all
reservations
corniness
of
remark,
Rapp
"Violence
for his
own
side exclusively.
church-going
when
it
is
regarded as some-
how
undemocratic,
effete,
1967
j^/
since
it
is
In any
was reluctant to discuss with that audience the vexed
question of just what the connection really was between the
new radical politics and the new mystical sects: between the
SDS and LSD the violent posture associated with the taking
of political stands, and the passive one associated with the
caviar to the general rather than pie for everybody.
case,
taking of drugs.
non-violent resistance
as a bridge
the
in
It is
cities.
any
a fact, at
rate, that
many New
Leftists,
Black and
White, are on pot, speed, and acid; and that one of the favorite
recent books of the young is a work that looks both ways the
content of
"The
title,
first
its
Politics of Experience,"
LSD
account of an
trip,
and that
of
its
by
its
second, an
by "The Bird
of
and the
New
is
Left
is
as
much
a historical fact
and a theoretical
Zen Buddhism.
In any event,
but
resist
could not
those of Paul
had plenty
else to talk to
including in
Goodman and
war code
R.
my
of Bushido out of
my
teachers about,
series of relevant
initial interest in
names
moved
psychiatry
toward one in politics; but Goodman had for a long, long time
been trying to define a political stance, pacifist and anarchist,
and as immune to the cant of the Classical Left as to that of
the traditional Right and Center. As the youth resistance has
BF.INC.
148
Bl'STED
moved from
is
salvation,
and a
ridiculous parents,
total
psychotic
proffered as a totally
is
sympathetic hero.
Talking about Laing and A/or^an, moreover,
realized the
sense in which not merely the young, with whose attitudes toward
books
myself approached
was
a child, with
problems of
am
not sure
my own
how
existence.
clearly
saw
my
my
head.
ning of
It
my
XYRB
piece,
was certainly
it
true, as
of
all
talk,
this
which
has straightened
I
remarked
in
Arlington,
I've received
itself
out
in
literature in the
form of a
about to produce a
second generation of children of the television era," books are,
or at least seem, "an obsolete machine."
But it was also true, as I did not manage to say until I
them, "children of the television era
last
that
was not
my
1967
IdQ
suppose
"I
They were
my
genera-
a ritual part of
at the
it,
to
those
to
now
seem
now
obsolete, too;
tended to be
It
is
least,
obvious on the
middle-aged, books
though for
medium
thought of as
us, as op-
our
medium
something
avail-
it
and it was, of
in passing
up by the newspaper report,
being already a cliche about the alienation of the young from
the old, the gap between them and us. But our common allegiance to films and the anomalous relationship to books created
by that commitment places us both on the same side of the
much greater gap between all of us now alive and those who
died before Bioscope. For many in that generation novels were
still, to some degree, a suspicious not-quite-art form, an indulgI
when
BEING BUSTED
150
the
genre
had
first
properly
begun
mid-eighteenth
the
in
century.
For all of us now, however, young and old alike, novels have
been replaced as a kind of privileged flight to fantasy, an allowed
truce with the reality principle, by films and comic books and,
most recently, T.V. With the exception of a rapidly shrinking
sub-class of "trash": cheap thrillers, detective stories, science
fiction, and especially, pornography, the novel has been reclassified, along with poetry and serious drama, as required culture a duty rather than a pleasure, a confrontation of "reality"
rather than an "escape" to dreamland.
In this process of turning a pleasant minor vice into a grim
major virtue, teachers of English, themselves often communicants
of the Arnoldian Culture Religion, have collaborated by making
books another school subject like Algebra and Typing, a part
of
in high schools
and,
This subject,
works
as
listed
"English"
"Literature"
as
in another language,
spoken tongue;
chillingly,
at
"Great Books"
recent times,
all
last,
therefore,
including
or,
those of the
own
even more
present.
In
is
it
Recommended
we have come to
Reading
call it)
own.
The question
anything can
Arlington; for
had gathered
of
still
I
what to do about
be done, was what
felt,
as
justification of
it.
in a person's life,
We
can no longer
our choice
.
if
in
fact
me in
teachers who
concerned
situation,
this
chiefly
"work
will
dying of ennui or
extended
And
sensibility, literature.
1967
25I
Maybe our
great time
coming."
is
meant, despite
all
my
of English.
how we
Still,
as ever,
should set
core of specialists
who work
in their
own
who we
and
be readers, these writers seem irrelevant
the effort of getting through to the point where we could
demonstrate their relevance would use so much time and so
much energy that we would not have any left for the really
fruitful things one should do with literature. When I am in a
mood like this, I dream of a hundred-year moratorium on John
Milton. A thousand-year moratorium on The Faerie Queen."
hope
will
plumped
in favor of
teaching recent
what we teach should be selected without regard for old distinctions between the trivial and the serious.
"I think one of the other distinctions which is disappearing
these days,"
told
my
audience of teachers,
".
is
the line
BFINC BISTED
'52
that used to
used
to
waiting.
Appendix Three:
On Timothy Leary
The name
me
trouble.
with
his.
1967
iK'i
in
of
And
just
had learned
the facts
all
is
was
had presumably supposed. But a
when one
not even,
it
who,
hysterics,
in
goof ball
me
Your
my own
hero
LSD
cult
two combine
for instance,
arrest,
Leary
is
reads, "Hi ya
first
being held
are
all
you
of your
kind really need 'Help,' you and your family; the O'Leary's
[sic] and the whole diseased nest. Bathing facilities should be
."
donated
your homes should be fumigated.
Under the circumstances, it has been hard for me to say
.
so,
but
am
And
Of
the
fore, the
lot,
Meher Baba
strikes
me
his claim to
be nothing
BEING BUSTED
iS4
l(\ss
he confesses
tiinc,
to
love
worked even by
mere magic
promising, in the
attain the full
Ohsawa
at least
seem
as in anything properly
first
as
much
interested
described as religion:
orgasm; and
who
who
rhea to those
but only a
rival
it is
for,
and
states of grace.
at worst,
an incidental error
Actually, their
and
World
not
Judaism
avowed end
in
this
Christianity
or
modern
is
or "high"
the young,
"acid."
The notion
of salvation
spirit; exaltation
provides an equivalent
Not that
more wretched, than
at present
less
Just off Main:
1967
1^^
starvation.
By the same
of education
And
to deal
with
human
condition.
this,
our consciousness as
environment.
hke
hoped
to
of ritual
predictably enough, a
laboratories of Switzerland:
rishi,
in
taking
tempted
LSD,
or
them
risks
traditional,
involved
have
at-
drugs by assuring
BEING BUSTED
iSd
highly
For better or
inclined to think
a
worse,
for
it
for better
then
itself!).
and
Leary
on
was
religious
most days,
am
begun
who came on
to
leave
the scene
him
much
and whose madness and trust in magic seem not disproved finally too Freudian, which is to say, too European and Jewish, to lead the way into the future. And maybe
earlier,
similar,
my own
the
of
precisely because
My
new church.
Arlington talk already betrayed this ambivalence. "Whether
new
the
religion with a
they believe
he
is
before
convention of the
National
Student
he appeared draped
in a
Association.
full attention,
Most of the time he kept the volume low enough so that Leary 's
words could be heard, but from time to time he would turn it
up full blast, drowning out his master's message. Or maybe the
real message was in the words of the song: / get by with a
little help from my friends, I get high with a little help from
my
friends.
In the end,
and
it
all
utterly rehearsed
1967
igj
is
long dead.
Meanwhile,
am
New
Mutants
New
"The
whose best period was already some fifteen or twenty years gone, and the Committee
for Cultural Freedom, about to be exposed as having been subsidized for a time by the C.I. A. but already on its last legs
anyhow, the Conference quite appropriately spent most of its
by
its
Partisan,
much
less
in
had very much to do with what most troubled and stimulated me on the current scene.
In the area of literature particularly, the participants seemed
that
up-to-date spruceness,
who
and movingly
in the Catskills or
be sure,
still
me
fighting the
of them, returners
wherever.
The
chief
good
BEING Bl'STED
'S8
campus
I
do
tried to
attracted
me
pleased no one
tion.
Some
to a
drug
justice to
what frightened me
as well as to
what
but naturally
my younger
culture.'
listeners
To make
culture
to
reality-pleasure
oriented
psycliedelic
drug
cul-
ture!
.")
own
is
who oppose
all
new
is
the
who
last, just
insist
that
as to those
all
Just off
tile leftism,"
is
the
name
preferred by the
jeg
Main: 1967
it;
"maintaining a premise"
latter.
with which
found much more difficult than understanding the young. "Maintaining a premise" is, even in the notoriously vague context of
legal language, a particularly slippery and imprecise term. Applied to running a
gamblers,
to
my own
it
alleged activities
to professional
least;
my presumed failure
but applied
to
make
ab-
one was smoking grass on my private propfrom which no profit could possibly be derived, it makes
erty
no sense at all. Only if approached as a code, whose point is to
conceal its meaning from all who do not already know it, will
the phrase yield up its significance, which is, after all, simple
solutely sure that no
enough.
mean
and
fear;
man who
could write
it
rather than
the kind
own
who
could, in
sons.
And
reading
it,
my
more
BEING BUSTED
iffQ
at loast
some notion
of
what
tliey
Review.
sent,
itself
choose to do so or not.
new
levels
of efficiency
lic,
nearly un\iable.
home
immunity from improper surveillance guaranteed by the Fourth Amendment. But how hard
it was for me to understand just how much was imperiled (besides my own pi^ice of mind and my attempts to maintain a
dialogue with the young) by the intrusion into my house of an
addled girl with a receiver in her pocket and an aerial down the
leg of her jeans; and by the connivance of the police in her
is
unconstitutional enterprise.
lit
Once the
legal
new
summer.
Meanwhile, however, cars full of rubberneckers continued to
drive slowly back and forth past our house as the summer wore
on. It was easy enough to understand, but a pain in the ass all
the same to have become a tourist attraction: the sightseers
gawking at us all at work and play as if we alone were visible,
they not really there at all. And our immediate neighbors on
both sides played it exactly the other way pretending that they
were as real as ever, and that we had simply ceased to exist.
When the article in The New York Review of Books appeared,
letters of support, many warm and candid rather than merely
the spring and
dutiful or principled, came in from all over the world. And they
were not only from the sort of readers I had imagined as picking up the NYRB and responding preachers and editors, doctors and troubled grad students and professors from Nanterre
to Yale
but from the kind of fellow-sufferers I would not have
thought would ever find me in that journal nuts and outcasts
and the sort of instructor who gets fired out of his first job
all glad that someone for once had not listened to the voices of
161
BEING BUSTED
l62
and-statf-cool
keep-t/our-f^^oddamned-trouhles-to-tjourself.
or
To
and
an additional grief.
suppose that is why of all the letters I received the one that
stays in my head is one which ended with the wish, "May the
essence of creation be with you." It read in part: "Being a former
member of the Road Vultures Motorcycle Club I speak for all
my comrades when I wish you all the luck in the world in achieving your goals. We know how oppressed you must be. Perhaps
joy
you
ber of
'65.
All the
stuff
someday people
."
.
is
Back
ing
my
in July of 1967,
mail,
Just off
Main: 1967
iQ^
new me
reasonable
all
unlike
more
its
hysterical
Its
me
let
my own
tell
my own home
story in
a certain
however
amount
limited,
of backlash.
it
depressed
me
come
did not
It
good
deal.
my
to
much, but,
Apparently outmerely
who
the pair,
to
'get
me
little
ambiguously: "Having
Leary
Meyerson
for
."
.
a low
me
down sneak
personally; he
general, though
bunch
2nd best
in the grass,"
went
still
on,
it
would seem,
to
my
colleagues in
are a
of
the
the
in
the U.S.
after
the
Red nest U.
nest.
of Cal
Its
at
BEING BUSTED
164
Berkeley.
How eoine that leftie rats and poisoners of young
minds remain at U.B. Why don't you all go to stinking Russia.
Or the damned hated Israel?"
Oddly enough, it was sliauic I experienced reading these,
in part because I was feeling dog-tired, used up, undone. But
it is not, I think, merely the result of fatigue to be embarrassed
at having betrayed someone else, a fellow human being, after
all, to write indecencies that can be answered only in kind
that are answered in kind inside your own head, whether you
set pen to paper or not.
In its own miniscule way, it is like being provoked into a
war in which the possibilities of dialogue are narrowed down,
and violence answers violence until both sides are degraded to
a point where the distinctions between victim and victimizer,
resister and aggressor, no longer matter. I do not want to misrepresent; I will never learn to love such haters of what I stand
for, and I should despise myself even for trying; but I hate
.
having
to
it
when
stepped out of
LEMAR.
I
I
line,
i.e.,
having become
faculty
managed
dent
ad\isor
mugged
to
before
in
1967;
to be.
"We
New
York Life
is
conscious of
its
obliga-
tions
...
its
and
is
265
at all possible.
if
1967
in fairness to all
swimming pool
in
Chamber
Star
until
then.
BEING BUSTED
lQ()
justice
my own
only for
The
last affahle
fraud to
make
great
We
are
today
in
receipt
of the
notice of
cancellation
your
fire
had
those
lots
who had
And
all
1967
26/
was moved
to
least,
which presumably
Even
sells
everything to everybody, or at
me
a temporary
and changed
And
all at
all
is
kept in
insurance companies,
their minds.
once,
grew
terrified not
anyone
I
by
in
Shadow
F.B.I,
on record,
lest
which
after a while
it
breeds. Cer-
All insurance
us whether
case.
The time and date below read: "August 27, 1967, 12:00 noon
Standard Time at the location of the property involved" all
just
BEING BUSTED
iQ^
Europe; so what was
in
thcrt-
to
be done except
stew im-
to
round
lend
tlu>
Mie
switch
to
all
we
to
me
of
its
I
say
in
the trade.
It
knew then
that
my
mortgage.
much
longer
was beginning to
grow tired of li\ing in a stupid comedy at which I could not
even laugh, most of the pratfalls being my own. And so, assured
bv those who claimed to know more about such things than
I that they would enlist the aid of the State Commissioner of
not without a temporarv escape at least; for
few davs
at
most
would
out,
received, to
my
determined
York and
itself.
dismay, a
new communica-
New
tion
me
know how
to believe
it,
destined
to,
since
And
it
in
finally
fact
me
came
to
they were
in the
South
10th,
that
and
it
News
at
last
was only
Just off Main:
a stopgap victory
truce in the large
war
iQg
consumer.
vulnerable
against
credit-controllers
the
of
1967
my
only
were what
able world we share; and quite like them, I try to acquire those
commodities not by smashing and grabbing, but by buying
at a somewhat faster pace than my current income can cover.
And so, over and over, they have had me, and continue to
have me.
I
know
of 3070
Main
Street,
which had
renege
having
was
in their turn
they wrote to
Intelligence,
finally to settle,
new
complete a
"We
agreed to
sell
me
a car
would
me
No
anymore than
earlier
my
needed
scarcely
further expla-
it
at that point,
dis-
covered that I could still not buy a car on credit under the
General Motors installment plan, still not borrow money from
my own bank
a car.
out
my
And
to
make such
last
a purchase,
of greenbacks like
some
indignity
even
of
all,
still
thirties
the
line,
taking
gangster in a
Diners'
Club,
film.
whose
had
others
who
printed as
filled
really
just
to
see.
take
it
other slobs,
for
who
who
me was
"We
one
there must be
all
BEING BUSTED
ijo
leaving the States,
was not
it
whom,
or even chiefly,
solely,
after
^all,
due
to
expected no better
each of us
in
is
the other's
for
theirs;
cunning,
consummate
What
at
skill
hurt,
really
me
much
my own
that
home, where
those who connived behind the scenes were outnumbered by
the many who stood by me without reservation or fear, but
certainly abroad, particularly at the University of Amsterdam.
The Magnificent Rector of that university had apparently grown
more and more uneasy reading what Tinie had to say about my
case and Neivsiceek and, I gather, the Courier-Express as well,
sent him, I have been told since, by a certain self-appointed
and self-styled "Consul" for the Netherlands in Buffalo. The
Rector did not, however, discuss the matter with me any more
than with his own faculty indeed, did not ever communicate
colleagues had betrayed
as well: not so
at
with
me
directly at
the
last
possible
all, by telephone
moment, finally
decided
to
an after-midnight
call
cancel
my
appointment.
learned about
pathetic lady,
by someone
who
it
first
in
from a symit,
gloatingly,
at the Courier-Express,
got
it
from the pseudo-Consul. It was all part of the Fiedler movement, she assured me, in whispers a prearranged step, number
two in fact, in a series carefully scheduled: get-my-house, getmy-leave-appointment, get-my-regular-job even if it meant get-
But
dark and
paranoid
out!
self, "if
it
first,
at last
get-me-the-hcU-
and my doubting
fears. "Don't worry," I assured her
they were going to do anything, they would have done
already," to
believing her,
which she
I
hung
up.
replied,
"But they
Jiave!"
Not quite
1967
171
Her
less
call
machinery.
It all
reminded
me
in
its
pete's sake,
you
tell
him!") of
my
tell
him,
dealings with
it
ran
as follows:
have
letter
From
University of Amsterdam,
Leslie A. Fiedler
is
we understand
that Professor
We
We
feel,
at the University
and adverse
however, that at
this
as-
publicity.
After
BEING BUSTED
1/2
we most
thought,
considerable
request you
rehictantly
to
Ainsterdam
of
this
proceedings are
finally
our decision
we
to
the
in
is
best
of
interests
i)oth
Professor
The Board
of
Foreign Scholarships
is
to
to
We
semester.
With
if
you so
if
desire,
We
must make
we
another university
at
is
its
recognize
own
de-
a severe disruption
will
make every
effort
first
this final
Allstate; for
universit}'
note
my
we
and
an even
later,
lovely
represent
the
tenor
of
my
reply:
"maximum
inconvenience,"
for the ordinary
academic procedure," "especially indecorous and distressing," "colleagues in the larger academic community," "failand tolerance of
ure to respect principles of fair play
dissent," "ancient and honorable tradition of the University of
Amsterdam," "indefensible on the grounds of any principle
recognized in the university world," "abject surrender to what
you presume to be public opinion," "for the sake of your oun
rules
of
self-respect
The answer
to
time, directly to
this
1967
faculties
17 "i
.
redeem yourself
everywhere."
me but
in
it,
for the
first
"The
What he
of "undesirable discussion
BEING Bi;STED
^74
to
ary
phrase
cant
for
affairs,
relations,"
which
thev continue
is
the custom-
what-they-are-thinking-about-us-out-there.
a proper
activities, to
latter
is
at least to
matically
It is
its
who
is
(whether
by providing it trained technicians, ser\'ices, entertainment, or
simply by brainwashing students to accept its values without
challenge), they have made the community their judge and
themselves
the
slaves
an
effort
of
crisis,
to identify
"public
relations."
This
means,
of
threats to the status (fuo: must, in short, play the cop against
1967
2/5
a refuge from
its
to suggest alternatives to
it
by foreshadowing an
and
alien future.
The dream of that past and the dream of that future for future
and past are dreams or they are nothing the university must
not merely teach but live, thus making itself into an anti-community, prototype and forecast, touchstone and challenge. Only
in this
it is
of the
impressive history.
which
is
to say,
Coming
still
and developed
its
become our
it
present. It
power and
years;
hundred
play an ever more vital
in the
moment
conduct of
affairs,
some
eight
just
name of "academic freedom" is still an unresolved quesPerhaps we have long since exhausted the uses of freedom
in the
tion.
echoed by
his
BEING BUSTED
ij6
own
inner doubts)
and drugs
with students
in
those gentlest
view enunciated
UB
by
1967
May
ijj
3, just after
the Fiedler
UB
arrest. In
announcing that
proved otherwise."
was
It
in
foreseen; for he
been
leaked
"behave
away
like
back
to
me quite
a gentleman,"
which
"embarrass
in order not to
is
my
to say,
course)
of
unofficially,
to
shut up and go
colleagues"
just as
in
if,
he
some
When, however,
persisted in
making noises
of protest, not
He
fact,
We
first
headed
for
when my
New
Visiting
York, plan-
seemed
Part Four
MONTPELIER ROAD
AND AFTER:
1968
delusions of persecution
minor delusions
ing the faces
and
moment
Buffalo a
met
minor
everywhere
went
my
only
when
was not
Who
Nonetheless,
my
jumped a
heart
name: a someone,
it
turned out,
of
my
case and
its
when
in the line
summary
little
my
at
my
a television
valedictory
wanted to wish me luck. In fact, all of my lastminute arrangements had gone well: the American Council of
Learned Societies, for instance, underwrote my fare to Europe,
which my Fulbright grant would have taken care of had the
whom
lost his
me
to
they sent
181
RFINC Rl'STKD
1^2
seaU'd into a world
ali(Mi
be,
Heathrow Airport
at
I.ondon,
hoNNcver,
was
(jiiile
another
and exited
in a
crowd smelling
of curry
lot under
was from their example
learn the meaning of that useful English
was eventually
to
it
term.
Still,
had
what was
settled
immigrants
really
bugging them,
became
as
clear once
we
into
just
uni\'ersity.
And
more-or-less-White im-
whom
the tight
little
island
not received
my
who met me
at
the gate;
had
mv
one in England.
tight as I
screwed
Besides, I can have done mvself no good,
was to begin with, and mad as I got after four hours of waiting
on a hard bench and thinking: just tihat I feared, God damn it,
just what I knew iconld haj>))en, sumehodijs got tlie word, or
changed his mind, or finked out.
Finally, we were both rigid, the Heathrow official lost in his
nightmare and I in mine. Not that we yelled at each other, of
course, as we might have in New York; instead our voices grew
lower and lower, as is appropriate to a country scared stiff rather
than frantic. "But I tell you," I insisted, leaning toward him
from my side of the counter, "the Registrar at Sussex wrote me
everything's taken care of; and he hissed back, leaning toward
seemed no record
of
having been
i.ssued
me from
his,
"And
put
it
to you,
sir,
who's running
183
this country,
which was the true point of his statement (neither of us doubted for a moment that the Foreign
Office was ahead all the way) seemed to me so depressingly
you've had
it.
It's
documents for so long fell, granting us permission for a 24hour stay in England, no more. I had assured him, not quite
believing it, that we were on our way to the South of France
anyhow; having in my pocket an invitation from a Sussex colleague-to-be who was summering there, and realizing suddenly
that if I had an ace in the hole, this was it. It was a Bank
Holiday, though, and Heathrow seemed more than ever a trap
rather than a way station, a true terminal, with no exits at all.
Nonetheless, fighting it out in crowded lines before ticket clerks
who
nothing,"
first
time in
my
life,
BUSTED
BF.INC
184
something recalled "Oh Lord of Journeys," it ran, "let me remember that no one ever really knows wJience he has come, or
whitlier lie is tendin<^, or even what is the true name of the
traveler."
be precisely what I
needed: an interval of
to
I
the only kind of peace possible in the midst of total war, which
is
man who
lawyer, a
calls.
in
front
no letters, no
had sent the address only to my
a time without
to say,
telegrams, no phone
France
unknown
hills
over
my
It
and
of lavender
unremittingly green except where the sun touched the red skins
little
forth,
that
is
self as that
but
it
is
though
to say, not
such a
in
illness or a
tragic.
world by the
bad marriage;
my
else.
If,
God
Books were
to survive a holocaust of all the newsprint in the world, some
stranger reading it in the unimaginable future could have little
forbid, only
article in
of
l8^
my
contemporaries
and
me.
is
huddled inside of boundaries grown meaningless between France and Germany, say, or the Old World and the
New, or even East and West as developing technology and the
pressure of populations had made almost everything that almost
everyone had thought of as politics almost totally irrelevant. And
yet if that future reader turns out to be sensitive enough to
understand my account of Them against Us, community against
university, cops against kids, as a parable, he may be able to
us
all,
extrapolate
all
the
rest.
For me, at any rate, Seillans proved to be a place of recuperation from the loss of perspective that had afflicted me when I
was writing the NYRB piece. There I managed to reach Stage
I on the road back to reason, in which my small, immediate
troubles,
their
grown shadowy
water, everyone
surface of
my
is
a mystical philosopher;
Seillans cistern, I
and
through
so, rising to
the
to the
surrounding
All
is
II.
entire people,
BEING BUSTED
i86
upper
lip,
ever luul at
my
and doek
strikes,
New
test
for drunken drivers, the influenee of drugs and the pill on the
young, the menace of pornography, the failure of the automatic
signal crossings on railways, the capitulation of the Labor Government to the American War in Vietnam, and the "Americanization of Culture," the insolence of DeGaulle, the decline of
the pound and the sinister aftermath being plotted by the
"Gnomes of Zurich." Unless I chose to believe a whole nation
mad, I had to accept their grief and the troubles which prompted
it as no less real than my own; so that walking down streets
lined with plaster statues of spastics and blind children, or
threading my way among ancient survivors of rickets, crooked
as the landscape of a nightmare, I found myself saying after a
while, "Nothing is maija, nothing illusion. You just wish you
were that lucky."
Heathrow Airport served once more as my induction back
to reality, though this time, being both rested and in focus, I
knew how petty our continuing hassle was; which perhaps explains why, still without a Work Permit, I was able to get
thirty days of grace from the Immigration Officer on duty. And
once I had made it to Brighton, things began to work for me
as they had not for a long time.
It was a matter now not of hanging on to a house, but of
finding one, which we did in remarkably short order, since all
at once we had become desirable tenants
a well-heeled American family rather than a group of girl students, say, pooling
their slender resources for a place large and decent enough to
raise posh hell in. It was an elegant house, in fact, our "upper
maisonette" on Montpelier Road, rising tall and slender above
a tiny front garden full of blowsy roses and revealing through
long windows behind the bulge of an iron balcony glimpses of
furniture, rickety and raffish at once; old books, including a
Fourth Folio Shakespeace; and faded prints, portraying the
owner's obviously evil ancestors, whose faces above their ruffs
signified a refreshing indifference to who did whatever or got
caught by whom.
287
and bookie
joints,
The
Squirrels,
abandoned
camped
buildings.
To
live in Brighton,
is,
merely
to live
sea,
Graham
but also to
BEING BUSTED
i88
was.
It
was
we had
rented in the
last
in the
from
I seemed fated to get all my news, good or bad,
Amsterdam: first by certain cagey telephone calls from reporters,
all quite unoflRcial; then from actual news items, clipped and
mailed by Dutch well-wishers; and at long last, formally and
oflBcially from the Rector Magnificus himself. Shortly after the
first of September the whispering began; by September 7, headlines in the Dutch papers were telling their readers that "PROF.
way
even
his
returned
from abroad
its
but
finally
full
confidence
Since
we have
2q
we
we
pone our
invitation to you.
impression
unjustlythat
you.
And
he managed
despite
newspaper reports
France and my presence
in England
to send this belated communication to my Buffalo
address; so that it actually arrived in the same post with a
in his
cap
to
own
all,
it
country about
my
trip to
my
News
and translating
in full an earlier
from the Nieutce Rotterdamse Courant, which must
have had something to do with the Rector's second thoughts,
though he did not confess it preferring instead to claim that
the Fulbright Board "did not give us in time full details."
What the Rotterdam newspaper had reminded him about
mission" of
invitation,
editorial
was the fact that "the old American heritage of fair play" is
not American alone. "There is no American monopoly here,"
the editorial insisted. "This rule of fair play is, in fact, a (West)
European norm. Indeed, the European convention of human
rights signed and endorsed by the Netherlands, states in Article
." etc., etc. And no lawyer can stand up
6, Paragraph 2.
.
In any case, as
I sat
first instinct was to say, "No, thanks," out of a sense that, rather
than resisting pressure he was now merely submitting to a counterpressure, which, to be sure, I had helped muster against him.
At that point, however, another communication arrived, explain-
much
ing
and
that
finally resolving
BEING RUSTED
IQO
tion.
in
the past
active in
chii'fly
involvement
Vietnam; and
in
against
organi/inj; protests
in
this
one
eould not
ran
rejeet. It
part:
We
would
like to
of the
we succeeded
in
getting
made
lack
us decide to organize
On
University."
evening a Dutch
this
title:
"Critical
whom
Profes.sor,
an
speak
will
Berkeley, while in
expound
If
"Yes,"
we
I
and
and policy.
any chance of you being in Europe about that
would place a high \alue on your participation.
.
is
said, "yes,
by the next
off
politicians
Berlin
in
there
time,
all
movements
by
mail.
all
For
means,
I
why
not,"
sending
my
response
the hnes, that the meeting they described must originally have
been intended
for a protest
Rector's last-minute
on
my
behalf;
and
into a
more
my
teachers;
as up-to-the-minute as
had no
illusions,
in
Berlin.
my
role in
Rector,
to
my
2Q1
eye something
less
unequivocal than a pure victim of State Department discrimination. Both proved to be true, but it made no difference, for
what I really wanted was to get to Amsterdam, which I had
dreamed for a whole year, without being beholden to the
Rector.
Besides,
it
became
a real beneficiary
me
of late. Actually,
kibbutz in Israel.
to
the students
made
it
easier
and more
who had
earlier
invitation, the
expressed
my
The "debate"
be in some ways
had expected; despite the fact that the
other speeches were not merely ritualistic, which they had to be,
but dull, too, which was optional dull enough so that I could
tell even with my minimal Dutch. My own remarks, however
half understood by half of the audience, and understood not
Briton.
more
satisfactory than
BEING BUSTED
192
at all
h\ the other
ha\ini; stood
up
for
half,
Icit
to botli of us.
In the end,
it
seemed
(juite
hke talking
to
the
Indians in
except
for
the
canals
to shoulder
reporters
knew
best.
Looking now
at the
little
own
pleased at his
jokes.
half-secret
amusement
at
my
situation
in the first
its
IQ'i
all
flowers;
and
should have
felt
cheated had
meadow, sea
Vermeer
No wonder it is
which to look at pictures.
For some such reasons, at any rate, I did not stand on my
dignity or insist on taking the final trick; I even made eventually
an oflBcial appearance at Amsterdam, delivering a pair of lectures
under the auspices of the Professor of Aesthetics who was
a token 24
originally to have been my Fulbright sponsor
hours in lieu of my planned Fulbright term. The Rector did not
show up, of course, and to this day I have not laid eyes upon
him, which is perhaps just as well; but there was an official
luncheon of quite authentic bad food on quite beautiful fine
linen, and appropriate formalities from one of his underlings,
to which I responded by eating and listening. And what more
could have been asked of me?
To be sure, I arrived if not exactly late, certainly not a minute
too early, pounding up the stairs of the old University building
just as my host was beginning to despair. It was, however, more
a contempt for European distances than any desire to annoy
those who had invited me which had prompted the spfit-second
or a Mondrian.
in
timing;
for a
BEING Bl'STED
^94
harniloss topic,
i.e..
to "generate undesirable
also,
of
iuNitation:
American,
"(lould
to
many of the
ASVA) responded quite
recognized from
my day
with
as
if
University,
"
IQ^
We will be grate."
anyone who sends in a contribution.
And having read it, I launched into a long quarrel with myself.
I had always resented such high-toned panhandling on behalf
of others, had I not? What, then, was so different about my own
case? I could not even plead dire necessity, could I, since,
though I was at the moment broker than I had been in a long,
long time, I had to have been pretty rich to begin with, or I
could never have afforded to get so deep in debt. That much
was evident, was it not? And whose business was my financial
plight, anyhow, except mine and my bank's?
Still, I had just given the go-ahead, had I not, to what promised
to be a long series of appeals, which would cost me thousands
of dollars, whereas
even if reason and justice failed and the
decision went against me I would end up with a fine, in all
probability, of no more than five hundred dollars. So why
shouldn't a concerned public help foot the bill for a legal fight
intended not just to get me out of a tough situation, but to set
precedents that would protect others, with weaker voices and
we
ful to
BEING BITSTED
196
situation
om-
of
\icliini/('(l
not
so
much hv
his
own courage
and the
standard stupidity of the pohce. Only one joker took the curse
off a
bv sending
losing parimutual
in
tickets.
ones.
"The
letter
we
same freedom
for the
down
."
.
the
to
Review and
its
the Saturday
by
a rightist or a
leftist
ing the freedom you already had and casting no ballot at all?"
In the end
for
filing,
its envelope
"Bonnie and Clyde" myself to
fifty something else I thought I had
and went
to
see
always known, that just as the victims one supports, the causes
to which one rallies are never quite clean, no more are the
supporters of \ictims and the
ralliers
porters
is
to
to causes.
come
to
Therefore, to
know
one's sup-
least I
could help
if
it;
is
could do about
a lost cause,
for that
1 07
And
all.
What
that
time
spotted
it,
not what
I have in mind."
wanted everyone involved in my case to know was
like to win almost as much as I like to be right, and
that's
all,
first
to
that those
I
is
who have
dealt with
me
at all
begin to
best of
assume
know
this:
felt baffled
versity, in
my mind the
I am likely to
my
arrest,
"The
becoming
distrust,
of
a martyr."
knew how
hardly
to
body's
I
made
our departure our lawyer had called to alert us, but his usual
caution (he presumed all phones tapped) had made him sufficiently vague to leave me unsure about just what she had said.
In fact,
my
initial
elation
my
had been
BEING BUSTED
iqS
chastened a
little
by the events
that
something
essential to
life.
seems her
accidentally, as
we have become
involved in
it
it
have tried
to describe in this
Yet
hardly
knew her
when
pearance
at
even
grunts on mine.
was
and
answering
was never quite sure what she was doing
disconcertingly
punctilious)
on the premises, among those other waifs and strays who came
to eat and talk and shoot pool or watch T.V.; for she always
had, even to a casual glance, the air of one neither invited nor
at ease. It would have been tempting, in fact, to believe her
a spy, except that she looked not so much like someone with a
mission as someone at a loss: nowhere in the world did she
know a place in which she was really welcome, including her
own home.
She always seemed to have in hand a present of some sort
a box of stationery, a handkerchief, a trinket for my daughter
or my wife as if, on some level, she had the sense of needing
to buy her way in, or to pay for the few minutes' worth of
attention they stole from their real concerns to bestow on her. She
Montpelier Road and After: 1968
seemed, I guess
to be irrelevant
know
in
am
IQQ
have come
to
become
the
member
of anything as organic as
To
a family.
an outsider, a hanger-on, a
tool.
must confess that from the start I found her vaguely distasteful and from time to time would say so to my daughter,
who probably estimated her no higher than I did, but tried
consciously or not to make amends for not being able to feel
as sorry for her as the facts of her life seemed to require: her
totally fractured family, her constant vain efforts to run away,
her aimless and pointless returns, her affinity for minor disaster.
People less sensitive and secure, on the other hand, exploited her
and
for kicks or information
loneliness as long as they could
then brushed her, or beat the hell out of her. It goes hard in any
I
all in
who
baffle
ones.
suppose that is why she was, in her own muddled way, gratewhatever warmth she had found or extorted in our open
and swarming house, where, at least, nobody beat up anybody
else. And, perhaps, it was for the sake of my daughter, whose
picture, it turned out, she kept in her purse, that she decided
to emerge from where the police had hidden her away and to
try to unweave the net of lies she had woven around herself
as well as us. Or maybe it was simply that she could no longer
I
ful for
"sweet talk" of the police, who, for once, had begged her,
for a favor;
able reality.
/ler,
and her own need constantly to falsify an unendurMoreover, she had played similar games before
BEING BUSTED
200
in
one case
victims
whom
knew
she had
first
more
with
other
At any
but at
this
(we had
tell
my
the truth at
when
The
is,
therefore,
before
me as much
truth,
Q.
May
ask
who had
originally contacted
you
to cooperate
Montpelier Road and After: 1968
A. I don't remember.
Q.
I see.
A.
Q.
201
for?
freaked-out.
see,
right.
all
And how
long had
you been
in
the
you there
in
the
hospital?
A.
About
Q.
And
weeks.
five
come
to
see
hospital?
Q.
And
of investigating narcotics?
it.
They wanted me
to help
them,
yes.
Q.
And
A. Yes.
off to peripheral
Q.
but to ours.
What
A. Well, they
But there
of which, as
it
is
two,
is
it
trip,"
out
girl
we
are back.
Q. Tell us
you
to
now how
that developed?
What
did they
first
ask
do?
A. Gee, after
called
them because
know
I
I was
was beat
up on and
BEING BUSTED
202
tluMi
A. Yes.
Q.
Then
tiiev
came
to
to
help again.
A. Yes.
Now, the first time they asked you to help, did you turn
them down. Did you say, "No"?
A. No, I didn't know what I was doing. I was mentally
Q.
understand how
it
hospitalization,
first
is
my
a trap.
lawyer
And
tries
to
works.
all
called
me what
to do.
the police.
Q.
A.
LSD;
Q.
A.
Someone
So, the
that
is
And
so
it
"I didn't
have
more experienced
language lesson
enough.
"freaked-out".
is
over;
and
a guide"?
to tell
it
tell
is
turns out.
are very
Q. Yes.
Montpelier Road and After: 1968
A.
don't
know what
really
happened, but
20*1
my mother
really
It is
the testimony:
to her
persuaded
to
her,
and
of her
Q.
A.
What
did they
To observe what
tell
is
you
to
it
up?
A. Yes.
Q.
And
A.
bring
it
out, in other
how
words?
me
Fiedler's
it
do that because I
brought it out of
on myself before I went in
there,
it
out.
don't see
wasn't searched, so
to
It's
really
they
are not
police,
28.
On
who
this score,
Q. All right.
she
is
Now, on
very clear.
the night in question, the 28th, you
Q.
Were you
A. Yes.
went
BFINC Bl'STED
204
Q. All right.
And on
that occasion
No,
wasn't.
Q.
well, let
came
some
in,
stuff.
was mine.
A. That
Yet wanting,
suppose, to be
all
knew
was
the grass
hers,
never searched
her, never
less,
asked her, took it as a gift of the gods. It is, nonethea critical admission which, along with a host of others, subnot the
stantiates
official
it
really
remember.
don't
first
started going in
It
went
in
there.
Q.
Can you
tell
me
about
how
that,
that
would work?
Q. Yes.
A.
A. In
It
Q.
my
was
like
an
wire (indicating).
to
aerial.
Now when
just a
it?
pocket.
see, okay.
It's
ever
you did go
tell
in
"We want
to
2,OK
What
home.
A. At the Fiedler's, yes.
is
that correct?
A. Yes.
Q.
A.
Q. Yes.
A.
don't know.
this
see
get a
them tugging
at the
or shaking calloused
what they
Toward
are,
fists
little
And
it."
was
BEING RUSTED
20^
benefit of inv lawyer
what
am
"I
her instead.
A.
and they
A. Yes.
Q.
Why
A. Well, the
whole time
ft
By January
28, 1968,
it
lies
could threaten to
my
jail
cast-
if
who,
after
echoed
in
follows
Q. Could you
tell
us
first
of
all
the statement
A. Well,
just
couldn't take
it
anymore.
The harassment
when
to
be
statements,
in town.
made
(I gather by a
poHcewoman, though the record is not clear on this point), "Do
you feel as though your life would be in jeopardy if it were
known you cooperated with us?" and she answered, "Oh, yeah."
It is hard to imagine the tone of her response, and even harder
2oy
BEING BUSTED
208
all
proud of
case, never
209
one hundred per cent certain that there would be stuflF in the
house on the night of the bust. Nothing that could be used in
court against them, understand, even if they, too, were under
electronic surveillance. Anyhow, she could be expected to stay
clammed up forever, since it would be her ass that would be
in a sling
if
But they did not understand her well enough, figuring that
once she'd done her job, they'd pay her off somehow (actually,
they offered to subsidize a course in Beautician's School for her,
Q. Did you take some marijuana into the house that night?
A. No,
Q.
didn't.
Do you
coming
recall
to
my
office
A. Yes.
Q.
When
man
this
you came to
sitting
lady
is
in
my
using
my
office
office
do you
recall there
was
now?
A. Yes.
Q.
Do you remember me
that everything
A. Yes,
Q.
do.
And do you
recall
that before
truth
A. Yes,
Q.
you started
tell
to
say any-
God.
do.
Do you remember me
asking you in
my
BEING BUSTED
210
A. Yes.
now
was
that
a He?
A. Yes.
Q.
And
that
in
my
office
under oath?
A. That's right.
Q. Did you
A. Yes,
it
in
my
office?
did.
Q. And under
the face of
all
now you
lied?
A. Yes,
did.
in
the marijuana,
this, too,
had
Q. You weren't searched that night before you went into the
premises, were you?
A. Yes,
Q.
Who
was.
searched you?
A. [A] policewoman.
Q.
am.
How
is
that
done?
my
took
my
coat
off.
off at all?
purse
211
A.
But
this
make
in their testimony to
who
tried
had been
They
total
therefore hastened to
Q.
A.
What
did.
and
Beyond these
version
of
matters,
events,
the
except that in
little
in
her newest
collaboration
with the
D.A. and the pohce, she attributed to her mother a larger role
in the whole affair. No longer does that shadowy lady remain
only a voice "bitching" in the background, but becomes an active
participant, driving her daughter at least half
when
the
way
girl
to meet the
was scheduled
and eavesdrop.
odd, though,
how
little
get reading
as
intimately as
cops
all
about
to
how
my
condescending
I
for
little
instance,
sharp and a
little
really.
get the real feel of her, too, in her descriptions of her camaratheir honeymoon was over, the
Fox and Hare. One scene in particular
mind, though it is rendered only in a brief phrase:
my
212
BEING Bl'STED
in
the
A. Because
I
on her own.
it
don't
high,
and
and
had
was
really
didn't
have a
letter
from an interested
friend,
who was
present through-
to
make
."
he wrote,
don't
"is
repaid your
she looked
stenographic record
the police to
lawyer. But
tell
is
them
venes a
little
unprofessionally,
suppose, by the
of assertions
had made
to
my
girl's
i.e.,
when
and counter-assertions.
The Court: What was the reason for you to say that these
were lies that you told.
What was the reason for fab.
213
sterile
the others follow their lead, the cops having been through
many
reaction
is
girl
a fast learner.
it
is
And my
it all
first
easier to
flow again.
Yet that
is
maddening,
used to a
and more vivid the second time around. And someit comic as well, as when, for instance,
a quite
ordinary cop says "bosom" and "privates" for a woman's tits
and twat. Or when after a long day of "Your Honor, I am not
," and
ready to enter into any stipulation in reference to
"Now, your Honor, I am objecting that Malinski does not apply
," Your Honor must address the quite real human being
to
more
real
times
find
(my
sentence him in
who
is
The
fact,
Bl'STKD
BF.INC.
214
and load
You
a law-abiding
life.
Work
employment
faithfully at a suitable
or faithfully pur-
Now,
vou follow
of those directions
all
be able
abiding young
your place
take
to
man and be
feel
everything will
that
certain
again
if
in
society
as
quite
will
law-
ceedings with a
the
more
cops
who
surly,
human
as the
type-cast as
testified:
those standard
voice
as well
any
rate,
all.
He was
of the
was astonished
two
one of
to discover
when
little
one kept
tough
honestly don't
"I
remem-
courtroom
Damon Runyon.
At one point, he interrupted the proceedings to ask for permission to remove his rubbers; at another he translated into
to get the
But
my
people
favorite
what he heard
Q.
And
off
example of
did
you
hear
words
or
marijuana?
A.
an exchange over
end of the transmitter.
itself
spoken.
information
concerning
Q. The words
itself
215
spoken?
A. Yes.
was
It
a small
is
a real
poem
all
at
sung, as
if
to sing.
ttt
little
girl
had deserted
us,
My
oldest son
moment
become clearer
at the
later, to
to leave
pleading with him were his wife and the two youngest charged
(including
my
second son
in his bath),
and
who we
relieved of the
what happened.
My
all,
my
first
of
216
2iy
24,
It
is
my
understanding at
wishes to withdraw
this
time that
this
defendant
recommends
attorney's office
ceptance of
is
his
would
like to
explanation of
why we
Code
is
so that
we
of Criminal Procedure
motion
813-c of the
official
to suppress.
That
is
my
appeal.
it
much
further into
the past. As early as June, 1967, even before the girl-spy had
BEING BUSTED
2lS
grounds
it
was obtained
illegally
by use
of electronic listening
devices."
It
seemed unlikely
downtown
If,
in a
the
at
boiling
point
however,
whom
seemed more
vital
than the
we would have
maintained,
with
anyhow, my lawyer
calm optimism I found
kind
of
especially convincing.
How
to get to
and one that would cost time as well as money. Still, the
Defense Fund was about to come into existence, and time
seemed on our side rather than that of the prosecution. With
time (and a little luck) the passions of the community would
not
cool to a point where we might begin to educate them
only about the facts of the case ( had I or had I not, for instance,
"traflBcked in drugs," or been caught high in the midst of a
was
it
addictive? did
it
lead
to
it?
there
ZIQ
maintained that
in
News
the Evening
of
the drug
We
is
called only
known about
two witnesses
to say in court
mid-thirties,
than a decade.
we
what goes
into
our mouths
ever,
intoxicants
or
mind-altering
substances,
food
or
drink
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221
first:
He
testified that a user of marijuana has a "psychic dependence" on the drug similar to that a heavy smoker has on
cigarettes.
juana,
he
said.
that there
has been no "written indictment against marijuana" comparable to the Surgeon General's reports which have
in-
When
the
Assistant
District
Attorney,
possibilities of psychological
on the sociological
of expertise.
He
effects of
and psychological
effects.
Our second
sociologist
He
it
was not
led to heroin
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222
niak(>
it
if
mentioned
at
was
all
in
to
go
guilt
not only of the law's customary delays but of our (also cus-
tomary,
On September
18,
he wrote:
Things have been going very well here and as you can
our proceeding on the legality of marijuana got off
to a good start. The hearing has been adjourned and I
expect will be continued in another week or so. I have
see
And on October
where things
were:
We
are
in the process of
still
conducting motions
to
to suppress,
November
13,
1967.
On November
Your case
4,
will
hope
to set a
new
date in
we
will
22"^
question.
And on December
on the case:
We
still
... I
on your
girl].
necessity.
At
of
keep
to
those
Needless to say
this
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me
task
if
and trying
of securing pleas
prison sentences.
unseemly
to
However, let nie take your questions one by one and see
I can answer them sufficiently.
First, I believe
your son being a member of the
.
... As
electronic eavesdropping.
effectuate
his
plea
intend to
which
ship
is
is
soon as
am
able to
immediately expedite an
in
Rochester,
New
York,
composed of a five-man bench and whose memberremoved from the hysteria which exists in this
will
be
left
instance,
world.
she locates
In
events
her
in
testimony
to
my
lawyer,
for
when
"in
last
December"
specifying,
Certainly,
for
New
as long
as
York."
we knew
and
reality
22^
she
off to
my
places unknown.
Those places did not long remain unknown, since the police
needed her, and she had made what turned out to be the
mistake of getting married.
way
It
is
of
files.
ill it
may have
retrievable.
And once
local courts.
tv
we had come
since
to a place
of JwtL
to
a "dangerous narcotic"
is
and how
itself,
there-
established.
We
domain
first
line of attack
not
it
is
such a threat
severest restrictions
to
make
It is
to prefer explanation to
demonstration
the case.
226
telling public
people in
made
this
227
But making
it
under
act,
as law-abiding
II, is
a final absurdity.
whom
life as
pot
is
as
much
is
what
whole adult
Delano
Roosevelt delivered us from a law that forbade what almost no
one proved willing to give up. Yet the drinkers of the twenties
were in a way luckier than the young of today, since scarcely
any of them were prosecuted for mere possession of their forbidden intoxicant. But those who smoke grass cannot abide the
respect to marijuana
population
with
is
precisely
respect
to
alcohol
is
was
for the
before
Franklin
who
func-
RFINC BVSTED
228
dealers, rather than
Mafia.
They
open
new
by the
by the
mere
use of grass
fat at their
their
own
not
off
grow
the hook.
people
who
the taste they supply, but those with a taste only for
share
money
and power
the
power
present rigid
less
is
required
stringent,
is
like
to replace
those,
for
instance,
No,
now
it
is
not,
sensitive
to
comnmnity
believe,
pressure,
in
legislative
but
in
the
assemblies,
so
more protected
trying to
220
own
pair of witnesses
And we have
if
finally
in
was
been content
to let the
with
if
and when
they do.
on the
world I can reach;
and I turn down none of the requests which come to me by
phone or letter because of the association in the press of my
name and marijuana. Some of those requests are weird, some
merely banal; and the pleaders are as various as the pleas: a
high school debater in quest of data; someone who has not
made it with whiskey or women still looking for a religion
cheaper than God; a sociologist in search of a case to demonstrate
a theory; someone busted and fired without protest or publicity,
Meanwhile,
refuse
no
anywhere
in the
me
weary
editor in search of
late
is
up-
And
there
is
no way out;
for
Jew
but
or a Negro.
like
carry
my
it,
which
story with
is
me
BEING
200
Bl'STF.D
and neither
to step out of
and
my
role,
mulerstood by
(juitc
would ha\e
its
communicants
own. And so
to step out
of
my
skin
my name.
Yet
imposed on
I
know
that
dimension.
if
am
it
just,
me
me
of a
who
does not
not
falsify
totally,
it
robs
and maligned, much less the pot-happy corrupter of the voung, but a refugee from the urban East, as well,
who li\ed in Montana for nearly a quarter of a centur\'; a thirtyyears married father of six kids; a critic, teacher, and committeemember; a writer of fiction and verse; a maker of jokes, good
was busied
for pot
little
literar\- critic,
fiftv.' "
.At
just
Montpelier Road and After: 1968
2*il
New
my
life
ready to repeat
itself
what?
Well, the journalistic stereotype in which
as the adult
world
is
concerned serves
now
that
me
am
trapped as far
too,
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I
must liave something to teach them more real and true
and dear than how to read Dante or Dickens or Mark Twain;
though, in fact, to me there is nothing more real and true and
dear than this or if there is, I have it still to learn from them.
And this leads to all sorts of absurd misunderstandings, which
I should, I suppose, resent, but which in truth I relish and even
consume with all the writer's insatiable appetite for material, all
the comedian's hunger for the play of cross purposes.
After a talk to a spiritless, scarcely responsive group in a
prototypical midwestern college, from which an instructor has
recently been fired for smoking a Camel in class, I walk toward
my host, no longer quite sure he is proud for having been brave
enough to invite me in the first place, and think, with a sinking
heart, of the room in the Holiday Inn Motel toward which he
that
will
whisk
me
as quickly as possible.
But
might be the spinster aunt of any of them. She asks if I'm too
tired or would like a cup of coffee with "her and some of the
folks" before going to bed; I would, with excuses to ni)' host.
But once I have got where she is taking me, once through the
door of a frame house which looks like something left over
from the
last
flickering
am
joking or playing
it
super-cool
when
is
all.
of a
of the
2'i'i
suddenly arose
to challenge
my
credentials and,
suppose,
my
motives.
me
permanently.
tion
And
was asked
to wait outside
whether
knew
chance.
me
was not
surprised, therefore,
when
at
is
last
no
the
who
said,
The second
writer-in-residence
teacher-in-opposition,
really
by
own
is
right.
called a
a student
BFINC.
234
BUSTED
mv
running
ules, are
appearances
underground
day with
showings of
films,
The organizers
am
spokesman
word
of the
an adversary
culture more progressive, more revolutionary than the one to
which their standard curriculum subscribes; and they therefore want all of me they can get in the short time they have
me as an antidote, presumably, to the mind-poisoning which
most of their fellow students do not even suspect, much less
I
for
resent.
But
am
aware, and
fact
in
am compelled
to say so cir-
cumspectly, that such antidotes are not very effective; that most
of the concerned
school
and professors
modified
teachers,
like
system:
.social
lawyers,
doctors,
mayors, congressmen
organizers,
am
an adversary to
am
too,
most student
to that of
some
including
activists,
of them.
I
am,
so that
adverse to politics
in fact,
when
am
not, like
my
itself as
fa\orite
ordinarily defined;
to,"
which
is
"I
"Ho
C/ii
would prefer
seem
cycles
who
guess, this
me
sympathetic than do the boys on motoraudible, but no less present on most campuses),
to find
(less
less
me
to to
some in-entertainment
necks
though
once again
it
in
is
me
some
i.e.,
wear around
their
And
cases
Nonetheless, at least
am
of their
vintage rock-and-roll, on
is
not what
there to say
it;
meant
at all."
me
to hear
tension
2'iK
no longer a "gap," as
meeting
on the battle
the newspapers tend still to insist, but a
fashionable
term)
line, a "confrontation," to use the currently
well
as
has reached a new pitch of fury concerning drugs, as
student power and the draft and the conduct of political conventions, but that being a civil war, in which enemies and
allies are not always as easily distinguishable as both sides
that the
is
it
New
all
Jersey,
in
their opinion of
in
all
of
"American
Way"
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first
families the
who compose
Exams busted
politicians
in
and police
the
chiefs,
as
well as well-
as
if
was booze
earlier,
all levels
this
apparently
is
of
is,
command,
of course,
game
occasion.
Schools are
fair
money
view of the
asserting
with their McCarthy and Dick Gregory buttons, their "Fuck for
Peace" stickers, and the blast of Bob Dylan or Big Brother
2'i7
provoked it seems to them beyond papoHce act not in cold impartiaUty but with all
the class fury, the ressentiment of the worker and petty bourgeois
confronted by the coddled upper-bourgeois lovers of Negroes
and burners of draft cards. The war on pot and students is not
class war as foreseen by classical Marxism or as preached by
campus radicals; but it seems the closest we are likely to come
to genuine class struggle in the United States, though the wrong
When,
therefore,
the
tience,
or
is
kept
elite,
murder or arson
all
university
of deans
long tradition
smaller
new
the
thief,
Besides, there
of access.
by
when
kids
heritage
they were a
much
as protectors
of "their" students.
it would
campus with informers and stoolies
would be as visible and out of place in
be impossible to
and professional
company
the
fore,
infiltrate
spies
proved necessary
recruited from
among
to peek,
tories
on
the
instruction
to
send a
new kind
of undercover agent,
bug,
make
plants,
of moral crisis
in
It
is
versity authorities
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to
had in view.
on any large college dormitory mounted at random
and without any prior preparation would probably have netted
users they
Anv
raid
They
are, in fact,
trials
state
Similarly,
"demonstra-
their
refuse
to
crack
down on them
would seem
with the
to require.
pathetic raid in an
initial
it
was apparently
largely
of Suffolk
County,
to implicate
staff.
of such confidence.
More
specifically,
when, according
who found
2'IQ
door."
by the statements and counterThe cops and politicians consider that they have found new warrants at Stony
Brook for seeing "drug addicts" (practically anyone under thirty)
and "corrupters of the young" ( anyone over that age with a beard
or a doubtful allegiance) everywhere; while the students have
been confirmed in their suspicion that they are surrounded by
finks (practically anyone over thirty) and undercover "narks"
In the end, no one
is
satisfied
destroys
it
nark
who
slept with
an underage
own
girl.
There
is
chilling in
and
more, some of
its
legislators.
it
revelation that
police persecution
is
rather
property
is
an
offense.
stuff in the
yard of
in fact,
silly,
among many
of the
young
at least,
HKINC Bl'STKD
240
l)y
know how
durated
a conflict
stances? In truth, of
chfficult.
enil)itt(red
all
it
is
the most
young
have been making noises from it ever since. Yet though there
has been occasional sniping from tlie side of the old, it has
been sporadic and inaccurate enough to make me suspect it is
half-hearted (after all, I am unmistakably past fifty); while
from the side of the young, no one has either fired in malice
or contemptuously suggested that I go away and die. And profiting by that fact, though rather unnerved by it, too ( I am not,
needless to sav, without reser\ations about the voung, any more
than I am about the old), I have been tickled to walk up and
down in their world and learn. Not teach or preach, understand,
for what thev ask and will listen to from those older than they
is confirmation and flattery: a declaration of love and commitment which I am too ornery and weary to give, though love at
least is a large part of what I feel contemplating them.
So instead of offering advice or support or sympathy. I make
jokes, recite my dreams, and let them overhear me talking to
myself, all three of which they seem to like, especially when my
jokes are wicked, my dreams mad, and mv solilocjuies what they
take to be irreverent, that is, my kind of praver.
But chiefly I have been learning from them: who their gods
are and how they worship them, who their enemies and how
they hex them; but esjiecially how it feels to be when and where
have
in short
Montpelier Road and After: 1968
241
who
sit
in
my own
of
Such
translations,
assure myself,
may
and
effect in courts
legislatures, since in
make
own
who
it,
to find a
is
new
use up the
spirit that
now
a difference right
soul.
How
new
lovely
it
would be
if
one
own
which
quite
is
to say,
bom;
me
my
as
have listened
of
out of their
or
way
how come
Vice-Chancellor
to those of the
to consult
a fink,
above and beyond the standard finkiin exactly the same tone
BEING Bl'STKD
242
couldn't
straight,
could make
it
completely.
And
after hours
weeks
or a
by
campus
campus
giving
me
the
word
much
of it as he thinks
smidgeon more than he
press) about
who
it
who
I
is
is
to
to
say,
to that
he has
if I
felt free to
criticize,
wee
the bourgeois
ends by asking
begins by
who threw
who
and
pages of a
Moreover,
have tried
to listen
Amsterdam
HOW MANY
a crummy slogan,
in
it,
but recited
all
this
time
learned Pledging
Montpelier Road and After: 1968
It
is,
spend
on the face of
disponible during
way
for a
grown man
to
my
a strange
it,
24"^
stay at Sussex.
Certainly,
have never
but a
to
visitor in transit
burger or hotdog.
Not even
El Dorado;
in
I
had no sense
tempted
at all of myself as a
to
look for
man on
a mission
money and
is
in at
rate, I
Yet rereading
just
gave originally
to questions
and,
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trialized life
of his
own
terms of his
in
is
sex
life.
So
it
is
life.
is
."
And
somewhere
in
own
is
moved from
life,
or at least an ideal
to
went on to observe that "the demonbetween the orgy on the one side, and
which
sex
Army on
the other.
.
.
"
After
and concluded by obser%ing what should go without saying: "The university is based upon the traditional assumption that age and
experience lead to a certain kind of wisdom or useful knowledge
which can then be imparted to the young
this holds up in
times of relatively slow change, but when you get a time of
revolutionary speed
the young have a distinct advantage
over the old.
The university is changing from a place in
I
trip,
young
instruct the
to a place in
24%
which the young
exists to
goals,
its
own
had not
about
it
is
to
it,
really
put
meant
down
to write this
notes for
it
inside
my
to think
falsifies
know
the experience
it
it
the man,
suffered,
covers, they deserve the response they get: "Don't kid us, you're
only somebody
It
my
had
all
arrest, in a
(which was
is
rather
who wrote
been
telephone
fine),
a book!"
more disconcerting)
known
me
in fact since I
had
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246
not
been arrested
mediately
all
had earned
in
1933.
"Well,"
she began,
claiming
im-
it,
"I
Silence from
my
who
side, since
won't,
won't,
won't
."
.
V
HAVE WRITTEN that boolc, howcver, since it is what my whole
demanded to become, if I was to appeal it from the courts
to the world. Besides, there seemed no other way to come to
terms with a larger piece of my life than had been touched by
the Buffalo Narcotics Squad, but whose real shape and meaning
I perceived for the first time only after those cops had entered
it, so tangentially and so late.
My case has, in fact, produced not one book but two; for
I
plea
is
am
finishing
even
as
apologize for
it,
restricting the use of marijuana are instruments to suppress dissent, so the other one, written
by
my
lawyers,
is
the product of
A new
delay in the
trial
of Dr.
Leslie A. Fiedler
and
247
2^
BEING BUSTED
today
in
motion
of an
impending appeal
of a
of marijuana.
All pleaded innocent on arraignment. Their lawyer
and
Court
Cit)'
to
Assistant District
[the]
Attorney
and his arguments were upheld by [a] City
and then [a] Count)' Judge
Judge
Both entered what are known as an intermediate order
.
which
is
a con\-iction or a plea of
is
[Their lawyer]
stating he was doing so to achieve
an appellate re\iew of the search and seizure question
involved, then entered guilt\- pleas for [some of the other
.
defendants]
trials.
The new
trial
date set
we stand now, and the legal maneuverwhich ha\e brought us there, with sufiBcient clarity, I think;
though quite like the court record, it leaves out the human element completely. It tells nothing of the strain during those long
weeks, for instance, in which my lav^'^er and I discussed whether
it would be prudent, however legally useful, to plead anyone
at all guilty, and if so, whom. Obviously, I could not plead so
This describes where
ings
ZdQ
compromise
less
Attorney insisted
my
it
But the
District
it
by
We
will
we
make
bugged
we may
if
our mo-
No doubt
new
deals before
we
in their case
even as
we grow more
first
of
we
trust that
we
we
we
shall
are convinced
tJiat
ever a judge
may
we
How-
by the verdict
of quite another tribunal in which all are equally plaintiff and
defendant, judge and jury and expert witness: the court in which
we not merely judge our fellows, which is not so difficult after
all,
decide,
my
as
have
is
at stake
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2S0
jail
What
involved
is
the most
that
is
sentence,
my
my
wife's amicable
of
good
will,
reading
first:
1928,
described as "the
right
quite understand.
The
is
still
excluded
ruptive violence
it
intended primarily
answers.
to
And though
that honorific
it
name
is
purports
it inadvertently reveals an essential difference between the two sides who currently gut our cities: one imagining
it does not want to do so at all, the other reasonably sure that
such destruction is what it wants and needs.
In fact, both sides lust for the flames that only one cheers
to describe,
the
indignities,
aloud
demanded by
2Cl
applaud
their surrogates
legitimacy
is
attested
begun
grow
to
who
become
circumstances, he might
tures of
when
range
their anger
or
if,
under proper
who merely
who happens
to
takes pic-
be within
is
gun
looks as
one, or
government
oflBcials
grown
have be-
to
out for the benefit of the press against what they do not quite
call "police brutality," like those
who
suffer
it
directly,
but what
all
proportion.
But clubs, along with tear gas and mace, constitute only one
half of the threat of repression, the least efficient half in fact.
is
still
silent
defended
new methods
proper or
of eaves-
make
sus-
possible a kind
it
is
is
community,
pocer-
runs,
stoolies
to
BKINC BUSTED
252
so
different
is
except
its
agents;
H-Bomb
or the contraceptive
in
the
pill.
everybody, everywhere,
all
clear, the
it
to
begins to be
sound an alarm
crime,
sin, treason,
have become
or heresy.
someone
And
steps over
at that point,
not
imme-
the line of
clumsy investigators
affairs
state of
in 1984,
scrutinized.
And
this
2K'\
ten days.
It
ill-willed or obtuse,
would seem
as
if
could
twenty years, what seemed a grotesque prophecy of totalitarian
repression can scarcely be differentiated from a story in today's
newspaper. Recognizing the real horror of it all would, however,
mean deciding to do something about it take a stand, draw a
line, perhaps even mount a counter-attack. Yet the Courts themselves, right up to the Supreme Court, have instead been responding with a kind of caution hardly distinguishable from
beginning to
and
tentatively,
sometimes inconsistently,
on Total Surveillance.
Over the past weeks, I have been reading through the relevant
cases, with their inconclusive or contradictory decisions, as ad-
duced
in
my
set limits
lawyer's brief
called Vick."
fast principles
is
BEING BUSTED
254
they
all,
surveillance
of her calls).
Finally,
have come
novelist, I suppose,
own head
dreams on occasion,
lost inside of
a lawyer instead,
which
is
customarily imposed on him by circumstance a drama rehearsed for admiring posterity rather than twelve semi-literates,
is
more likely than not wishing they were not present. But my
lawyer has had to content himself with writing a brief, that
is, my story, and I with reading Jiis words in the privacy of my
all
It is
self-evident that
and personal
beliefs
degree of privacy.
privately live his
A
life
man can
if
there
cannot be
made
to
how he
will
depend on the
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we
will
have
The awesome
it
We
for all or
for none.
2SS
omen
of
what
will
come
we approve
professor, who
this
if
man's individuality
is
to survive.
went against
us,
the five-man court splitting three to two, and the Chief Justice
And
just
the other day the highest court in the State upheld the majority
Supreme Court
of the United States to hear our plea and, hopefully, reverse the
earlier decisions.
will
Win
my
head. Yet
also
I know I
know that
if
Ji
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