Donald Downs, author of Cornell '69 reflects on 1969, and on his own book (published in 1999), in response to David Halperin's essay here on "Remembering the Straight--Without Pleasure, Without Pride."
[The following is Don Down's email to me, posted here with his permission]
Halperin's piece is very interesting, indeed, and I shared many of his thoughts and feelings at the time and now. When I wrote my book, I had to maintain the perspective of a researcher, not letting my own feelings and thoughts take over the narrative (though they did serve as data to some extent). Of course, as my book proceeded, it did take a narrative turn that ended up siding with Sindler, Berns, LaFeber, Kagan, and that camp. But it would have been interesting to have been able to be more personal, as Halperin was able to be.
Since writing the book, I have more sympathy for faculty's reversal, if only because it very possibly prevented a disaster from befalling Cornell. But then members of the faculty should have committed their own political act by doing something dramatic to show how angry they were about the necessity that confronted them, and how Cornell had sacrificed something that matters. (They could have submitted a collective resignation, or, short of that, a collective sit-in, or strike, or something similar.) As it was, a few resigned, while most limped back to their homes and their scholarly commitments. The lack of a political response meant that the trauma and recrimination would linger longer that otherwise would have been the case, for I believe that many would have regained a measure of honor that was sorely needed. I wish I had had this thought in writing Cornell `69, as it would have made for a more powerful ending. But, as you know, thoughts come when they will.
Regardless, I thank Halperin for his penetrating insight into the crisis, and his own reaction.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Remembering the Straight--Without Pleasure, Without Pride
The following essay was contributed by David Halperin (Cornell '69), who is Professor Emeritus of Religious Studies at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. His debut novel, Journal of a UFO Investigator, will appear in early 2011 from Viking Press.
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When Dave Mason asked me and other classmates for our recollections of and thoughts on the 1969 takeover of Willard Straight Hall by the Afro-American Society (AAS), I undertook to do exactly as he asked—set down my own memories of the episode and my responses to it, as faithfully as I could summon them. I held off reading Donald Alexander Downs’s Cornell ’69: Liberalism and the Crisis of the American University (Cornell University Press, 1999), of whose existence I’d until then been unaware. I wanted first to get my own reminiscences down on paper—or disk—where I would not be tempted to alter them. I did look at Dave’s blog before I began to write; I believe the materials posted to it were the only things I’d read on the crisis for the past forty years.
Upon reading Downs, I discovered that my memories were mostly accurate but did require some correction. In what follows, I’ve made only stylistic changes in what I originally wrote for Dave, inserting in brackets the necessary modifications of fact. My overall view of the takeover has not been changed by my reading of Downs. In some respects it’s been strengthened.
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I heard about the Straight takeover the morning it occurred [Saturday, April 19], when a friend of mine, M.T., found me studying on the ground floor of Olin Library and told me what had happened. My first reaction was revulsion. It seemed to me disgusting that inoffending people, mothers and fathers up for Parents’ Weekend, should be roused from their beds and forced out under threat of violence. M.T. acknowledged my point but said, “You don’t know; some of them may have evicted black people from their homes in the past.” The chickens, as they say, were coming home to roost. I didn’t ask whether there was reason to think any of the parents involved actually had been guilty of such wrongdoing. The idea of class guilt made sense to me then, in a way it no longer does. But I still felt something very wrong had happened, was continuing to happen.
My revulsion was not entirely disinterested. Like many or most Cornell students, I looked to the Straight as a place of comfort. I think I’d been looking forward to a study break there when M.T. came in and gave me the news. Now I was barred from it. But to a considerable degree my indignation on the parents’ behalf was real. By nature I was and still am an extremely conservative person. This conservatism was not a political stance but an emotional reflex, conditioned by prior experiences—notably, of spending my childhood and adolescence watching my mother sicken and die. (She died when I was 16, a little over a year before I came to Cornell as a freshman.) I felt change as something to be distrusted, alterations as likely to be for the worse. I had a corresponding respect for tradition, more concretely for my elders. This was not something you voiced too loudly in Cornell ’69, at least not in the circles I moved in.
Politically I came to Cornell, like many, a mild liberal. Unlike many, I remained so for the next four years. In my freshman year I moved from reflexive support for the Vietnam War (with admiration for LBJ, and also thoughts of Munich ’38) to a respectful opposition, better grounded in reality but largely conditioned by social pressure. That was about as radicalized as I ever got, although I grew a beard (a quasi-political act in those days) and sometimes imagined myself a radical. I doubt if anyone else ever saw me that way. It had been almost a foregone conclusion I would not join a fraternity. I lacked the social polish, detested the conformity. The “independent” circles to which I gravitated seem, in retrospect, just as conformist though more hirsute; I did make some genuine friends but preferred not to rock the boat. Within these circles a patronizing contempt for your family, which in effect meant your parents, was the norm. The generational antagonism, which I look back on as one of the driving forces of the time, wasn’t one-sided, and was a great deal more complex and ambiguous than most of us baby-boomers realized. But it was easier to sneer at Mom and Dad when both were alive and healthy. I say all this to give some context to my initial response to the news of the takeover, through which my subsequent awareness of events was filtered. Elders were elders, and weren’t to be treated this way without real and severe provocation.
It seemed to me then—not only that morning, but the rest of that fevered spring—that there’d been no such provocation. I know I was not alone in that view; I may not even have been in the minority. It certainly seemed so at the time, but it may just have been that supporters of the takeover were more vocal. As far as I was concerned, the takeover was a piece of brutal theater, without justification, without any purpose outside itself. In the days that followed I tested this perception against the unfolding events, and—perhaps not surprisingly—found it warranted. It is the perception I hold to this day.
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The takeover was justified by its supporters in terms of the “institutional racism” of Cornell University. That this racism existed was taken as axiomatic, without any need for empirical support. We knew about the cross-burning (on the lawn [porch, actually] outside a black residence hall, I think [Wari House, the black woman’s co-op]), but I don’t remember it as having played any significant role in the defense of the AAS’s actions. Perhaps, even in the heat of the time, most people realized it made no sense to blame the university for a hooligan act performed under cover of darkness. We were also aware of the accusation that the AAS had burned the cross to give themselves an excuse for the takeover. I never heard any evidence to support this claim, and don’t know whether it had any grounding or was just a nasty suspicion. [Downs presents evidence, not all of it convincing, that this is essentially what occurred.]
But if Cornell was “institutionally racist,” then a thing like a cross-burning could be seen as an overt expression of what the elderly white masters of the university privately wanted but were not willing to say aloud. What reason was there to think this was so? The closest thing to an argument for Cornell’s “institutional racism” I ever heard was the following, delivered in a speech by one of the white radicals: In the days after the AAS’s evacuation of the Straight, some university official had expressed the hope things would begin getting back to normal. “Back to normal” is the same thing as “business as usual”; in America “business as usual” is racism; therefore Cornell is institutionally racist. There may have been less pathetic defenses offered for the charge of “institutional racism.” I can’t recall having heard any.
I have only a vague recollection of the demands made by the occupiers to lay down their arms [actually, to leave the Straight; they kept their guns], with one exception. There was talk about black studies, a black cultural center, but this all seemed nebulous and not very central. [The Cornell trustees had in fact approved a black studies program, more or less as the AAS wanted it, before the takeover.] The key demand was … that the AAS be amnestied for the takeover! So there you had it: carry out a violent occupation of a communal gathering place, and then demand, as the main condition for ending the occupation, that its perpetrators suffer no punishment. This is what I meant by the takeover being an act of theater, without purpose outside itself.
[This requires some modification. Though the demand for amnesty for the takeover itself was indeed part of the package, a more central demand—at least on paper—was for a different amnesty. A student-faculty judicial board had reluctantly imposed upon six AAS members the mildest available penalty, letters of reprimand, for acts of disruption and harassment they’d committed several months earlier. This was now to be “nullified.” My memory, and I suspect also my perception at the time, folded the one “amnesty” into the other. Readers can judge whether, and to what extent, my sense of the takeover as self-referential is hereby undermined.]
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I was at the assembly at Barton Hall, the night after the faculty refused to endorse the administration’s deal with the occupiers. [The faculty meeting was Monday, April 21, the assembly Tuesday evening. I wrongly remembered the two as having been the same day.] I was accompanied by my friend J.H., who shared my disgust at the whole proceedings. To judge by the carnival atmosphere surrounding us, we were very much alone. On our way into Barton Hall, a group of women students behind us were singing “All power to the people”—then emended to “Black power to the people, right on!” and giggling. In Barton Hall, I recall Tom Jones taking the podium. I recall him declaring, in ominous tones, that if the faculty didn’t rescind its decision, the university would die at midnight tonight.
That is my recollection. The details may be wrong. It may have been someone other than Jones. [It was Jones.] The language used may not have been “die” but “cease to exist” or something like that. [It was “die.”] The deadline may not have been midnight. [It was 9:00 p.m.] But that one of the black spokespeople stood to pronounce the language of deadly threat—I can’t imagine I’ve remembered that wrongly. Then came other speakers, making responses. One male undergraduate, whose name I can’t recall but who had been in my Greek class the preceding fall, stood to say something like: I like this university, and I don’t want to see it die. His tone was not: Please, pretty please don’t do anything bad to us. It was, rather: How dare you make a threat like that? I remember this as having been the only public statement during the whole episode that was honorable, courageous, heartfelt. Another speaker, an anthropology professor whose name I remember all too well, took the microphone shortly after, or possibly shortly before. I’d taken this man’s course my freshman year; I had felt mild liking and respect for him. His response that night was to plead to the AAS [actually, to the newly constituted “Barton Hall Community”] for mercy. “Have compa-a-assion!” he bleated into the microphone, and his abject tone still echoes in my memory. I don’t think he actually got down on his knees, but that was the effect of the performance. To this day I cannot think of it without rage and disgust.
There were other speakers. Some time after the deadline—it must have been midnight [it wasn’t]—had passed and the university had not visibly died, someone got up to explain that it was spiritual death that was intended. Someone else explained solemnly that Jones, or whoever the AAS spokesman was, had used non-violent black language which we’d misheard, because we’d filtered and distorted it through our violent white minds.
In the days that followed I had some conversations with supporters of the takeover, about just what the AAS people had intended for the university’s demise. To one such person, I expressed my view that they’d intended nothing whatever—Jones’s talk was rhetoric, intended to demoralize and intimidate. The response: “Oh no, that’s ridiculous—they were certainly going to do something.” “Like what?” “I don’t know, but there was something planned.” “You ‘don’t know’ because there wasn’t anything. It was pure bluff.” “Oh no, that’s absurd, they certainly had planned something.” “Like what?”—and so on, round and round the mulberry bush, at least five or six times.
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Tom Jones lived on my hall freshman year, in University Halls Three (which I understand no longer exists). I wish I could claim to offer first-hand insight into his personality, but the truth is I barely knew him. I doubt if he would even have recognized me if we saw each other on campus, which we seldom if ever did. He kept apart from the rest of us on the hall, conveyed that he had no interest in any kind of association with us, and gave the impression of being occupied by weightier concerns, though I may be misinterpreting as gravity what was simple sullenness. He did seem to be grown-up in a way the rest of us were not. In the fall of 1965 we were for the most part eager youngsters, launched upon what we imagined to be the great, scary adventure of our lives. We could hardly believe this was really it, that we were really at Cornell.
This I am sure I remember correctly: Jones’s mode of speech, in the fall of freshman year, was not what he used in public three and a half years afterward. His later speeches were delivered in what I thought of as a “ghetto accent,” diction and inflections that seemed appropriate for a street-wise black from an urban ghetto. In the fall of 1965 he did not talk that way. He sounded like any other well-educated young Northerner. I can only assume the ghetto-talk was an affectation, put on to suit his persona as militant black rebel. I also presume he discarded it again, when launching himself into the greener pastures of corporate America.
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I have no idea to what extent the black students on campus actually supported the antics of the AAS leaders, and to what extent, in an unfamiliar environment and with no other apparent show in town, they were intimidated into going along. [Mostly the latter, apparently. Downs gives plentiful and shocking evidence for the bullying and intimidation of non-conforming black students—and the Cornell administration’s indifference to their plight.] I also don’t know the relation between the blacks who (like Jones, I assume) had been accepted into Cornell by regular admissions procedures, and those who were recruited in the summer of 1967 from disadvantaged urban neighborhoods, to make Cornell more diverse. (I don’t know if that was the language used back then.) [Downs’ detailed account of Cornell’s recruitment of black students gives no support to my recollection of summer 1967 as a watershed. My recollection stands.] I do know that, certainly after that summer, black-white relations at Cornell were dismal. I gather that was the case on most elite college campuses.
Of course there were the “black tables” in the Straight cafeteria. It was something you just got used to, took for granted, after a while stopped noticing. I recall one Saturday evening in the cafeteria (not the Ivy Room, I think; the cafeteria adjoining it). The black students played music on the juke box, stood up en masse and danced to it. They were very demonstrative; it was impossible not to leave off the conversation you’d been having and pay attention to them, whether you wanted to or not. This was not part of what we’d come to know as the cultural norm at Cornell. You couldn’t feel irritated without also feeling like an uptight racist, but irritation was what I did feel. The student I was eating dinner with said, “Can you imagine people objecting to those people having some fun? After all they’ve been through!” I mentally told myself he was right—my feelings, as a privileged white, didn’t count for much; the space invaded by the noise and the dancing wasn’t really mine—and I kept my mouth shut. If I had decided the dancers had the right idea, and stood up to join them, I seriously doubt I would have been welcomed.
A few months before the Straight takeover [December 13, 1968], a group of black students ran through one of the libraries, dumping books from the shelves onto the floor, declaring “These books are irrelevant to my concerns as an Afro-American!” (as I remember the Cornell Sun quoting them) or (as quoted by a friend who claimed to have witnessed the incident), “This shit is irrelevant!” I loved books, regarded them as quasi-sacred objects. I couldn’t imagine throwing library books onto the floor just because you personally didn’t want to read them. I’ve often wondered what the librarians did while this was happening—whether any of them made any effort to defend their inanimate charges. Like the dancing in the cafeteria, this was no grave offence; just a sort of feather-ruffling. [Downs gives a slightly different version of the library episode, and provides a context of disruption in which it comes across far more ominous than I’d remembered.] But it exemplified race relations at Cornell, which had come to be represented (as they needn’t have been, in saner times) as a conflict of antagonistic cultures.
The worst was the memorial service that followed the assassination of Martin Luther King, about a year before the takeover. I remember the hall—I don’t remember which it was, but it was enormous [Bailey Hall]—being jammed, with white and black students. I remember Martin Luther King being called a “black saint,” whose death nevertheless proved the futility of his non-violence. I remember a black spokesman getting up to declare that he was speaking to “my black brothers and sisters,” not to the “honkies” in attendance. We “honkies” would not be forcibly ejected, it seemed, but our presence was unwelcome and to be ignored. In those days it was taken for granted this kind of race-baiting was not only acceptable but admirable, provided it was done by the right people. A white student then stood to declare, as if in response, that he was speaking to “my black brothers and sisters and my white brothers and sisters.” I suppose what followed was a plea for racial harmony; I have no recollection of its content. The young man was not silenced but he was disregarded, as a quaint holdover from a bygone era, an embarrassment to all concerned. Afterward, in the Music Room of the Straight (where I hung out a lot), a female student spoke pityingly to me of his “insensitivity.” I never heard anyone mention the man’s fantastic courage—to stand up, solo, against that flood of aggrieved hatred—or his obvious good will. I’m ashamed to say I didn’t mention it either. Social pressure may not make cowards of us all; it often did of me.
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I know Perkins was bitterly criticized for giving in to the occupiers’ demands. I recall one letter, printed in the Sun but obviously intended for the Cornell administration, that began: “A POX on you, who surrender to the armed barbarians!” I thought then, and continue to think, there wasn’t much else he could have done. It’s easy to talk about “standing your ground” when you don’t expect your own body to be in the line of fire, or to be detached about potential bloodshed when you don’t think your own blood is going to be shed. That summer, I had lunch at Princeton with a former professor of mine who had left Cornell for Princeton well before the takeover. He, like many Cornell professors, was bitter about the capitulation. He didn’t understand, he said, why water supplies to the Straight couldn’t have been cut off; that would have forced the occupiers out sooner or later without a police assault. I have no idea how such a scheme would have worked out in practice. I continue to believe that, if they didn’t want innocent people killed or maimed—recalling that police officers too were “innocent people”—the administrators couldn’t have done much different from what they did.
The hard-line faculty, surely with visions of Neville Chamberlain and Munich ’38 dancing in their heads [plus a pattern of escalating demands and disruptions at Cornell over the past months], seem to have expected something like the following. A coalition of radical and black students would in coming years present the university with increasingly outlandish demands, backed up by increasing threats of violence. Having surrendered once, the university would never again find the strength to resist. Before long Cornell would be gutted, ruined as an intellectually legitimate institution. In the years that followed, I never heard anything that suggested such a scenario had come to pass.
It’s true I didn’t pay close attention to Cornell politics after I left in 1969. But I did visit the place, frequently in the 1970s, sporadically in the 1980s. I kept in touch with friends who for one reason or another had stayed on in Ithaca. In 1982 I was interviewed for a faculty position at Cornell, which I was offered but decided not to accept. My reasons for turning it down had nothing to do with any sense Cornell was a disintegrating institution. It obviously wasn’t.
I visited Cornell for the last time in the summer of 1988, with my wife. What struck both of us was the number of posters, up all over the place, offering various forms of psychological counseling and support for Cornell students. This would have been unthinkable twenty years earlier. We’d known vaguely, as students, that the Student Health Service offered psychological services, but these seemed theoretical and remote. They were for people who were “crazy” or suicidal, certainly not us. We were clear-eyed young revolutionaries, or at least reformers, about to put the world to rights. (“Mothers and fathers throughout the land / Don’t criticize what you can’t understand / Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command,” etc. etc. etc.) We would have scornfully dismissed any notion of ourselves as broken souls in need of therapeutic intervention. It seems to me, in retrospect, that was precisely what we—or at least many of us—were. Only we didn’t know it. That was the real change that befell between Cornell ’69 and Cornell ’88.
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I can’t imagine why Tom Jones (as quoted on your blog) thinks Obama owes him any credit for the ’08 election. Obama triumphed because he is everything Jones was not—a unifier, a healer, someone who embodies in his person the old-fashioned liberal truth that the color of your skin says nothing about your intellect, your integrity, your willingness to submerge whatever parochial interests you have in seeking the good of your nation and world. Full disclosure: I am probably a ways to the right of most of the people who have contacted you. I have always liked John McCain, and might very well have supported him in the election if he’d made a sensible VP pick and waged a campaign of ideas rather than insult. But as it was I voted for Obama, and am very glad I did.
It would be easier to make the contrary argument: that if people like Jones hadn’t aggrandized themselves by fitting into and seeming to confirm racist stereotypes of “armed barbarians,” a genuine black statesman (or stateswoman) like Obama wouldn’t have had to wait for the twenty-first century for his or her flourishing. But I think even this gives Jones & Co. too much credit. My own view—which I may be obliged to modify, once I’ve read Downs’ book [I stand by it]—is that the long-range impact of the takeover was close to nil. The history of this country and probably even Cornell over the past forty years would have been much the same, if the AAS leaders had never postured with guns and bandoliers outside Willard Straight Hall.
The interest of the episode, for me, is that it is symptomatic of what was going on at Cornell at the time, particularly in its us-against-them assumptions. This was the life-lesson I mostly carried away from my Cornell education: to think in terms of us-versus-them. The summer after my freshman year, an old friend of mine told me sadly that I’d changed in this respect since high school, not for the better. I believe he was right. Fortunately it’s a lesson that can be unlearned, that I did gradually unlearn during the saner and more grounded years that followed. There are those who yearn for the sixties. As far as I am concerned they didn’t end a minute too soon.
The us-versus-thems of the time and place would require an essay unto themselves. They included us independents versus the fraternities (I recall thinking of fraternity members as only nominally human), us enlightened Cornell intellectuals versus the New York State yahoos that encircled us, and, most significantly, us right-thinking youth against our benighted elders. This last antagonism, the generational, is usually explained by conservative-minded people (such as myself) as tantrums thrown by the spoiled “Spock babies” against the “greatest generation” who survived the Depression and won the war to save civilization. It came as some surprise to me several years ago, when I read through the archives of the Cornell Sun from 1967-68, to recall what I’d known but forgotten—that for a very long time even the self-styled radicals at Cornell did their best to be good and dutiful, and to distinguish between their opposition to noxious policies and the human respect owed to people (like the famous Proctor George) charged with executing these policies. It was our elders who often behaved in ways that can only be described as provocative.
Early in 1967, for example, the DA of Tompkins County invaded the campus, invoking anti-pornography laws, to confiscate issues of a student literary magazine [the Trojan Horse] containing a sexually explicit story. There was no need for that; the story wasn’t very good and attracted no attention before the DA’s assault; this was an obvious attempt to curry favor with a Cornell-hating constituency by inventing a crisis and getting the rich pinko brats to react with newsworthy obscenities. I assume the tactic worked. It was so plainly a well-considered bit of Realpolitik that to rail against it as disgusting seems almost naïve.
Yet it was disgusting. You do not launch such assaults on the human spirit, on the natural sense of trust and common purpose, without consequences, suffered as a rule by someone other than yourself. After a lifetime of studying history, I find history’s “lessons” mostly obscure and ambiguous. This one, I think, stands out plainly. At Cornell the consequence was, from 1967 on, a coarsening of political and personal sensibilities, an acceptance of the notion that “brutal theater”—a porn-hunting invasion of a campus, a racially charged invasion of a student union—is a legitimate way to advance political and personal interests. This seems to me the context of the Straight takeover.
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When Dave Mason asked me and other classmates for our recollections of and thoughts on the 1969 takeover of Willard Straight Hall by the Afro-American Society (AAS), I undertook to do exactly as he asked—set down my own memories of the episode and my responses to it, as faithfully as I could summon them. I held off reading Donald Alexander Downs’s Cornell ’69: Liberalism and the Crisis of the American University (Cornell University Press, 1999), of whose existence I’d until then been unaware. I wanted first to get my own reminiscences down on paper—or disk—where I would not be tempted to alter them. I did look at Dave’s blog before I began to write; I believe the materials posted to it were the only things I’d read on the crisis for the past forty years.
Upon reading Downs, I discovered that my memories were mostly accurate but did require some correction. In what follows, I’ve made only stylistic changes in what I originally wrote for Dave, inserting in brackets the necessary modifications of fact. My overall view of the takeover has not been changed by my reading of Downs. In some respects it’s been strengthened.
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I heard about the Straight takeover the morning it occurred [Saturday, April 19], when a friend of mine, M.T., found me studying on the ground floor of Olin Library and told me what had happened. My first reaction was revulsion. It seemed to me disgusting that inoffending people, mothers and fathers up for Parents’ Weekend, should be roused from their beds and forced out under threat of violence. M.T. acknowledged my point but said, “You don’t know; some of them may have evicted black people from their homes in the past.” The chickens, as they say, were coming home to roost. I didn’t ask whether there was reason to think any of the parents involved actually had been guilty of such wrongdoing. The idea of class guilt made sense to me then, in a way it no longer does. But I still felt something very wrong had happened, was continuing to happen.
My revulsion was not entirely disinterested. Like many or most Cornell students, I looked to the Straight as a place of comfort. I think I’d been looking forward to a study break there when M.T. came in and gave me the news. Now I was barred from it. But to a considerable degree my indignation on the parents’ behalf was real. By nature I was and still am an extremely conservative person. This conservatism was not a political stance but an emotional reflex, conditioned by prior experiences—notably, of spending my childhood and adolescence watching my mother sicken and die. (She died when I was 16, a little over a year before I came to Cornell as a freshman.) I felt change as something to be distrusted, alterations as likely to be for the worse. I had a corresponding respect for tradition, more concretely for my elders. This was not something you voiced too loudly in Cornell ’69, at least not in the circles I moved in.
Politically I came to Cornell, like many, a mild liberal. Unlike many, I remained so for the next four years. In my freshman year I moved from reflexive support for the Vietnam War (with admiration for LBJ, and also thoughts of Munich ’38) to a respectful opposition, better grounded in reality but largely conditioned by social pressure. That was about as radicalized as I ever got, although I grew a beard (a quasi-political act in those days) and sometimes imagined myself a radical. I doubt if anyone else ever saw me that way. It had been almost a foregone conclusion I would not join a fraternity. I lacked the social polish, detested the conformity. The “independent” circles to which I gravitated seem, in retrospect, just as conformist though more hirsute; I did make some genuine friends but preferred not to rock the boat. Within these circles a patronizing contempt for your family, which in effect meant your parents, was the norm. The generational antagonism, which I look back on as one of the driving forces of the time, wasn’t one-sided, and was a great deal more complex and ambiguous than most of us baby-boomers realized. But it was easier to sneer at Mom and Dad when both were alive and healthy. I say all this to give some context to my initial response to the news of the takeover, through which my subsequent awareness of events was filtered. Elders were elders, and weren’t to be treated this way without real and severe provocation.
It seemed to me then—not only that morning, but the rest of that fevered spring—that there’d been no such provocation. I know I was not alone in that view; I may not even have been in the minority. It certainly seemed so at the time, but it may just have been that supporters of the takeover were more vocal. As far as I was concerned, the takeover was a piece of brutal theater, without justification, without any purpose outside itself. In the days that followed I tested this perception against the unfolding events, and—perhaps not surprisingly—found it warranted. It is the perception I hold to this day.
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The takeover was justified by its supporters in terms of the “institutional racism” of Cornell University. That this racism existed was taken as axiomatic, without any need for empirical support. We knew about the cross-burning (on the lawn [porch, actually] outside a black residence hall, I think [Wari House, the black woman’s co-op]), but I don’t remember it as having played any significant role in the defense of the AAS’s actions. Perhaps, even in the heat of the time, most people realized it made no sense to blame the university for a hooligan act performed under cover of darkness. We were also aware of the accusation that the AAS had burned the cross to give themselves an excuse for the takeover. I never heard any evidence to support this claim, and don’t know whether it had any grounding or was just a nasty suspicion. [Downs presents evidence, not all of it convincing, that this is essentially what occurred.]
But if Cornell was “institutionally racist,” then a thing like a cross-burning could be seen as an overt expression of what the elderly white masters of the university privately wanted but were not willing to say aloud. What reason was there to think this was so? The closest thing to an argument for Cornell’s “institutional racism” I ever heard was the following, delivered in a speech by one of the white radicals: In the days after the AAS’s evacuation of the Straight, some university official had expressed the hope things would begin getting back to normal. “Back to normal” is the same thing as “business as usual”; in America “business as usual” is racism; therefore Cornell is institutionally racist. There may have been less pathetic defenses offered for the charge of “institutional racism.” I can’t recall having heard any.
I have only a vague recollection of the demands made by the occupiers to lay down their arms [actually, to leave the Straight; they kept their guns], with one exception. There was talk about black studies, a black cultural center, but this all seemed nebulous and not very central. [The Cornell trustees had in fact approved a black studies program, more or less as the AAS wanted it, before the takeover.] The key demand was … that the AAS be amnestied for the takeover! So there you had it: carry out a violent occupation of a communal gathering place, and then demand, as the main condition for ending the occupation, that its perpetrators suffer no punishment. This is what I meant by the takeover being an act of theater, without purpose outside itself.
[This requires some modification. Though the demand for amnesty for the takeover itself was indeed part of the package, a more central demand—at least on paper—was for a different amnesty. A student-faculty judicial board had reluctantly imposed upon six AAS members the mildest available penalty, letters of reprimand, for acts of disruption and harassment they’d committed several months earlier. This was now to be “nullified.” My memory, and I suspect also my perception at the time, folded the one “amnesty” into the other. Readers can judge whether, and to what extent, my sense of the takeover as self-referential is hereby undermined.]
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I was at the assembly at Barton Hall, the night after the faculty refused to endorse the administration’s deal with the occupiers. [The faculty meeting was Monday, April 21, the assembly Tuesday evening. I wrongly remembered the two as having been the same day.] I was accompanied by my friend J.H., who shared my disgust at the whole proceedings. To judge by the carnival atmosphere surrounding us, we were very much alone. On our way into Barton Hall, a group of women students behind us were singing “All power to the people”—then emended to “Black power to the people, right on!” and giggling. In Barton Hall, I recall Tom Jones taking the podium. I recall him declaring, in ominous tones, that if the faculty didn’t rescind its decision, the university would die at midnight tonight.
That is my recollection. The details may be wrong. It may have been someone other than Jones. [It was Jones.] The language used may not have been “die” but “cease to exist” or something like that. [It was “die.”] The deadline may not have been midnight. [It was 9:00 p.m.] But that one of the black spokespeople stood to pronounce the language of deadly threat—I can’t imagine I’ve remembered that wrongly. Then came other speakers, making responses. One male undergraduate, whose name I can’t recall but who had been in my Greek class the preceding fall, stood to say something like: I like this university, and I don’t want to see it die. His tone was not: Please, pretty please don’t do anything bad to us. It was, rather: How dare you make a threat like that? I remember this as having been the only public statement during the whole episode that was honorable, courageous, heartfelt. Another speaker, an anthropology professor whose name I remember all too well, took the microphone shortly after, or possibly shortly before. I’d taken this man’s course my freshman year; I had felt mild liking and respect for him. His response that night was to plead to the AAS [actually, to the newly constituted “Barton Hall Community”] for mercy. “Have compa-a-assion!” he bleated into the microphone, and his abject tone still echoes in my memory. I don’t think he actually got down on his knees, but that was the effect of the performance. To this day I cannot think of it without rage and disgust.
There were other speakers. Some time after the deadline—it must have been midnight [it wasn’t]—had passed and the university had not visibly died, someone got up to explain that it was spiritual death that was intended. Someone else explained solemnly that Jones, or whoever the AAS spokesman was, had used non-violent black language which we’d misheard, because we’d filtered and distorted it through our violent white minds.
In the days that followed I had some conversations with supporters of the takeover, about just what the AAS people had intended for the university’s demise. To one such person, I expressed my view that they’d intended nothing whatever—Jones’s talk was rhetoric, intended to demoralize and intimidate. The response: “Oh no, that’s ridiculous—they were certainly going to do something.” “Like what?” “I don’t know, but there was something planned.” “You ‘don’t know’ because there wasn’t anything. It was pure bluff.” “Oh no, that’s absurd, they certainly had planned something.” “Like what?”—and so on, round and round the mulberry bush, at least five or six times.
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Tom Jones lived on my hall freshman year, in University Halls Three (which I understand no longer exists). I wish I could claim to offer first-hand insight into his personality, but the truth is I barely knew him. I doubt if he would even have recognized me if we saw each other on campus, which we seldom if ever did. He kept apart from the rest of us on the hall, conveyed that he had no interest in any kind of association with us, and gave the impression of being occupied by weightier concerns, though I may be misinterpreting as gravity what was simple sullenness. He did seem to be grown-up in a way the rest of us were not. In the fall of 1965 we were for the most part eager youngsters, launched upon what we imagined to be the great, scary adventure of our lives. We could hardly believe this was really it, that we were really at Cornell.
This I am sure I remember correctly: Jones’s mode of speech, in the fall of freshman year, was not what he used in public three and a half years afterward. His later speeches were delivered in what I thought of as a “ghetto accent,” diction and inflections that seemed appropriate for a street-wise black from an urban ghetto. In the fall of 1965 he did not talk that way. He sounded like any other well-educated young Northerner. I can only assume the ghetto-talk was an affectation, put on to suit his persona as militant black rebel. I also presume he discarded it again, when launching himself into the greener pastures of corporate America.
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I have no idea to what extent the black students on campus actually supported the antics of the AAS leaders, and to what extent, in an unfamiliar environment and with no other apparent show in town, they were intimidated into going along. [Mostly the latter, apparently. Downs gives plentiful and shocking evidence for the bullying and intimidation of non-conforming black students—and the Cornell administration’s indifference to their plight.] I also don’t know the relation between the blacks who (like Jones, I assume) had been accepted into Cornell by regular admissions procedures, and those who were recruited in the summer of 1967 from disadvantaged urban neighborhoods, to make Cornell more diverse. (I don’t know if that was the language used back then.) [Downs’ detailed account of Cornell’s recruitment of black students gives no support to my recollection of summer 1967 as a watershed. My recollection stands.] I do know that, certainly after that summer, black-white relations at Cornell were dismal. I gather that was the case on most elite college campuses.
Of course there were the “black tables” in the Straight cafeteria. It was something you just got used to, took for granted, after a while stopped noticing. I recall one Saturday evening in the cafeteria (not the Ivy Room, I think; the cafeteria adjoining it). The black students played music on the juke box, stood up en masse and danced to it. They were very demonstrative; it was impossible not to leave off the conversation you’d been having and pay attention to them, whether you wanted to or not. This was not part of what we’d come to know as the cultural norm at Cornell. You couldn’t feel irritated without also feeling like an uptight racist, but irritation was what I did feel. The student I was eating dinner with said, “Can you imagine people objecting to those people having some fun? After all they’ve been through!” I mentally told myself he was right—my feelings, as a privileged white, didn’t count for much; the space invaded by the noise and the dancing wasn’t really mine—and I kept my mouth shut. If I had decided the dancers had the right idea, and stood up to join them, I seriously doubt I would have been welcomed.
A few months before the Straight takeover [December 13, 1968], a group of black students ran through one of the libraries, dumping books from the shelves onto the floor, declaring “These books are irrelevant to my concerns as an Afro-American!” (as I remember the Cornell Sun quoting them) or (as quoted by a friend who claimed to have witnessed the incident), “This shit is irrelevant!” I loved books, regarded them as quasi-sacred objects. I couldn’t imagine throwing library books onto the floor just because you personally didn’t want to read them. I’ve often wondered what the librarians did while this was happening—whether any of them made any effort to defend their inanimate charges. Like the dancing in the cafeteria, this was no grave offence; just a sort of feather-ruffling. [Downs gives a slightly different version of the library episode, and provides a context of disruption in which it comes across far more ominous than I’d remembered.] But it exemplified race relations at Cornell, which had come to be represented (as they needn’t have been, in saner times) as a conflict of antagonistic cultures.
The worst was the memorial service that followed the assassination of Martin Luther King, about a year before the takeover. I remember the hall—I don’t remember which it was, but it was enormous [Bailey Hall]—being jammed, with white and black students. I remember Martin Luther King being called a “black saint,” whose death nevertheless proved the futility of his non-violence. I remember a black spokesman getting up to declare that he was speaking to “my black brothers and sisters,” not to the “honkies” in attendance. We “honkies” would not be forcibly ejected, it seemed, but our presence was unwelcome and to be ignored. In those days it was taken for granted this kind of race-baiting was not only acceptable but admirable, provided it was done by the right people. A white student then stood to declare, as if in response, that he was speaking to “my black brothers and sisters and my white brothers and sisters.” I suppose what followed was a plea for racial harmony; I have no recollection of its content. The young man was not silenced but he was disregarded, as a quaint holdover from a bygone era, an embarrassment to all concerned. Afterward, in the Music Room of the Straight (where I hung out a lot), a female student spoke pityingly to me of his “insensitivity.” I never heard anyone mention the man’s fantastic courage—to stand up, solo, against that flood of aggrieved hatred—or his obvious good will. I’m ashamed to say I didn’t mention it either. Social pressure may not make cowards of us all; it often did of me.
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I know Perkins was bitterly criticized for giving in to the occupiers’ demands. I recall one letter, printed in the Sun but obviously intended for the Cornell administration, that began: “A POX on you, who surrender to the armed barbarians!” I thought then, and continue to think, there wasn’t much else he could have done. It’s easy to talk about “standing your ground” when you don’t expect your own body to be in the line of fire, or to be detached about potential bloodshed when you don’t think your own blood is going to be shed. That summer, I had lunch at Princeton with a former professor of mine who had left Cornell for Princeton well before the takeover. He, like many Cornell professors, was bitter about the capitulation. He didn’t understand, he said, why water supplies to the Straight couldn’t have been cut off; that would have forced the occupiers out sooner or later without a police assault. I have no idea how such a scheme would have worked out in practice. I continue to believe that, if they didn’t want innocent people killed or maimed—recalling that police officers too were “innocent people”—the administrators couldn’t have done much different from what they did.
The hard-line faculty, surely with visions of Neville Chamberlain and Munich ’38 dancing in their heads [plus a pattern of escalating demands and disruptions at Cornell over the past months], seem to have expected something like the following. A coalition of radical and black students would in coming years present the university with increasingly outlandish demands, backed up by increasing threats of violence. Having surrendered once, the university would never again find the strength to resist. Before long Cornell would be gutted, ruined as an intellectually legitimate institution. In the years that followed, I never heard anything that suggested such a scenario had come to pass.
It’s true I didn’t pay close attention to Cornell politics after I left in 1969. But I did visit the place, frequently in the 1970s, sporadically in the 1980s. I kept in touch with friends who for one reason or another had stayed on in Ithaca. In 1982 I was interviewed for a faculty position at Cornell, which I was offered but decided not to accept. My reasons for turning it down had nothing to do with any sense Cornell was a disintegrating institution. It obviously wasn’t.
I visited Cornell for the last time in the summer of 1988, with my wife. What struck both of us was the number of posters, up all over the place, offering various forms of psychological counseling and support for Cornell students. This would have been unthinkable twenty years earlier. We’d known vaguely, as students, that the Student Health Service offered psychological services, but these seemed theoretical and remote. They were for people who were “crazy” or suicidal, certainly not us. We were clear-eyed young revolutionaries, or at least reformers, about to put the world to rights. (“Mothers and fathers throughout the land / Don’t criticize what you can’t understand / Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command,” etc. etc. etc.) We would have scornfully dismissed any notion of ourselves as broken souls in need of therapeutic intervention. It seems to me, in retrospect, that was precisely what we—or at least many of us—were. Only we didn’t know it. That was the real change that befell between Cornell ’69 and Cornell ’88.
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I can’t imagine why Tom Jones (as quoted on your blog) thinks Obama owes him any credit for the ’08 election. Obama triumphed because he is everything Jones was not—a unifier, a healer, someone who embodies in his person the old-fashioned liberal truth that the color of your skin says nothing about your intellect, your integrity, your willingness to submerge whatever parochial interests you have in seeking the good of your nation and world. Full disclosure: I am probably a ways to the right of most of the people who have contacted you. I have always liked John McCain, and might very well have supported him in the election if he’d made a sensible VP pick and waged a campaign of ideas rather than insult. But as it was I voted for Obama, and am very glad I did.
It would be easier to make the contrary argument: that if people like Jones hadn’t aggrandized themselves by fitting into and seeming to confirm racist stereotypes of “armed barbarians,” a genuine black statesman (or stateswoman) like Obama wouldn’t have had to wait for the twenty-first century for his or her flourishing. But I think even this gives Jones & Co. too much credit. My own view—which I may be obliged to modify, once I’ve read Downs’ book [I stand by it]—is that the long-range impact of the takeover was close to nil. The history of this country and probably even Cornell over the past forty years would have been much the same, if the AAS leaders had never postured with guns and bandoliers outside Willard Straight Hall.
The interest of the episode, for me, is that it is symptomatic of what was going on at Cornell at the time, particularly in its us-against-them assumptions. This was the life-lesson I mostly carried away from my Cornell education: to think in terms of us-versus-them. The summer after my freshman year, an old friend of mine told me sadly that I’d changed in this respect since high school, not for the better. I believe he was right. Fortunately it’s a lesson that can be unlearned, that I did gradually unlearn during the saner and more grounded years that followed. There are those who yearn for the sixties. As far as I am concerned they didn’t end a minute too soon.
The us-versus-thems of the time and place would require an essay unto themselves. They included us independents versus the fraternities (I recall thinking of fraternity members as only nominally human), us enlightened Cornell intellectuals versus the New York State yahoos that encircled us, and, most significantly, us right-thinking youth against our benighted elders. This last antagonism, the generational, is usually explained by conservative-minded people (such as myself) as tantrums thrown by the spoiled “Spock babies” against the “greatest generation” who survived the Depression and won the war to save civilization. It came as some surprise to me several years ago, when I read through the archives of the Cornell Sun from 1967-68, to recall what I’d known but forgotten—that for a very long time even the self-styled radicals at Cornell did their best to be good and dutiful, and to distinguish between their opposition to noxious policies and the human respect owed to people (like the famous Proctor George) charged with executing these policies. It was our elders who often behaved in ways that can only be described as provocative.
Early in 1967, for example, the DA of Tompkins County invaded the campus, invoking anti-pornography laws, to confiscate issues of a student literary magazine [the Trojan Horse] containing a sexually explicit story. There was no need for that; the story wasn’t very good and attracted no attention before the DA’s assault; this was an obvious attempt to curry favor with a Cornell-hating constituency by inventing a crisis and getting the rich pinko brats to react with newsworthy obscenities. I assume the tactic worked. It was so plainly a well-considered bit of Realpolitik that to rail against it as disgusting seems almost naïve.
Yet it was disgusting. You do not launch such assaults on the human spirit, on the natural sense of trust and common purpose, without consequences, suffered as a rule by someone other than yourself. After a lifetime of studying history, I find history’s “lessons” mostly obscure and ambiguous. This one, I think, stands out plainly. At Cornell the consequence was, from 1967 on, a coarsening of political and personal sensibilities, an acceptance of the notion that “brutal theater”—a porn-hunting invasion of a campus, a racially charged invasion of a student union—is a legitimate way to advance political and personal interests. This seems to me the context of the Straight takeover.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Cornell's President Skorton Reflects on '69 Events
At an April 17 event commemorating the Straight takeover, Cornell's President David Skorton spoke about the meaning and impact of those events forty years past.
At Cornell and elsewhere, Skorton noted,
"the Straight takeover spoke to the frustration and lack of empowerment that many students of color were feeling." He noted that despite Brown v. Board of Education and the Civil Rights Act of 1964, "in the late 1960s, people of color were poorly represented in American higher education, and most particularly in the most selective institutions. Unfortunately, but undeniably, it remains a challenge that we continue to face."
After speaking at the Africana Center, Skorton marched with students to several sites connected with the '69 events, and then on to Willard Straight Hall. The full story by George Lowery is on Cornell's "Chronicle Online" here.
That site also has links to several other related stories.
Ithaca City Residents Reflect on 1969--Video
A 30-minute video episode of "East Hill Notes With Gary Stewart," posted on the Cornell website, has a series of interviews with Ithaca residents, reflecting on their perceptions of the events and aftermath of the Straight takeover. As Gary Stewart points out, these events are usually portrayed from the point of view of those "on top of the hill." These interviews reflect views from below the hill, by residents of Ithaca. The video is linked here.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Willard Straight Takeover Study Guide
Eric Kofi Acree, Librarian of Cornell's Africana Library, has produced a very useful and comprehensive bibliography of materials related to the 1969 events, including lists of books and theses, audio-visual materials, internet articles, newspaper and magazine articles (before and after 1969) and primary resources available at Cornell. The study guide is available at this link.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Bibliography of 1969 Articles on Straight Takeover
Cornell's Africana Library has compiled a bibliography of "Selected Newspaper Articles, Aftermath of Willard Straight Hall Takeover, April 1969" at this link. Most of the articles, all from April 1969, are from the Cornell Daily Sun, the Ithaca Journal and the New York Times.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Cornell Daily Sun Retrospective on 1969
On April 16, the Cornell Daily Sun published a retrospective on the 1969 events, titled "Forty Years Later: Assessing our Progress" at this link. The special issue features retrospective analysis by current Sun reporters; interviews with and reflections by participants and observers at the time of the Straight takeover (including an interview with Tom Jones); a reflection on the fate of Cornell professor Clinton Rossiter; a story on the photojournalism of the event; a timeline; and photographs.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
40th Anniversary Panel at Cornell
The Cornell Daily Sun hosted a panel in Ithaca last weekend to reflect on the events of April 1969. The panel included Zach Carter ’72, who participated in the Straight takeover; Robert Gottlieb ’72, who witnessed it and was one of the first students on the Board of Trustees; former English Professor Dan McCall, who taught the first Black literature class at Cornell; David Burak ’67, who was a grad student and president of the Students for a Democratic Society; and Professor Robert Harris, Africana studies, former vice provost for diversity. The panel was chaired by Ed Zuckerman ’70 and Stan Chess ’69, former Sun editors in chief, who questioned the panelists.
The discussion revealed that even forty years after the fact, the events of that spring are still contentious. The Sun's report on the panel, "Straight Takeover Still Ignites Heated Debate," is at this link.
The discussion revealed that even forty years after the fact, the events of that spring are still contentious. The Sun's report on the panel, "Straight Takeover Still Ignites Heated Debate," is at this link.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
April 20, 1969 Extra Edition of Cornell Daily Sun
My freshman roommate John Berkoben sent me a saved and yellowed copy of the Cornell Daily Sun "Extra Edition" from April 20, 1969. I post here a scan of the the top half of the front page, with the headline "Black Students Seize Straight." The paper reports that the weather that day is sunny, high near 50. The Extra Edition is 4 pages, and cost 10 cents! (You should be able to expand and read the image by clicking on it).
It is fascinating to read these stories, and the Sun's editorial, which begins: "The occupation of Willard Straight Hall yesterday morning by members of the Afro-American Society was an irresponsible action, unsoundly motivated and setting forces in motion that may wreak harmful consequences on black and white Cornellians alike."
I do not know if the current editors of the Sun are planning to reprint all or part of this issue in their commemorative edition this week. But if they do not, and some of you would like to see more of the stories, statements and photos in this issue of the Sun, let me know and I will post more next week.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Current Cornell Student Journeys Back to 1969
Matt, a junior at Cornell and the photography editor for the Cornell Daily Sun, has an interesting post on his blog about his perusal of 1969 issues of the Sun, in preparing the special issue of the newspaper commemorating the WSH events. His post is at this link.. This Sun's special supplement will be published next Thursday, April 16.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I Was There, But I Didn't Know Much
In the spring of 1969, I was wrapping up my senior year at Cornell and looking ahead excitedly to the summer and fall. I had been accepted for graduate work in international studies at the Johns Hopkins School of Advanced International Studies—in Bologna, Italy!-- and I had an interesting summer job lined up with a think tank in my hometown of McLean, Virginia. So when the Straight takeover happened that April, I was only marginally engaged and involved. Mentally, I was mostly out of Ithaca already.
So when I recently read Donald Downs’s history of those events—Cornell ’69—I was transfixed and stunned to find out how much was swirling around me in those days; how potentially dangerous the situation was; and how little I knew about all this at the time. I was, after all, a senior government major, and the Department of Government was centrally and critically involved in the faculty deliberations and negotiations at the time. Downs’ mesmerizing narrative is packed full of accounts of people who I had classes with: Walter LaFeber, Clinton Rossiter, Eldon Kenworthy, Walter Berns, Allan Bloom, Paul Marantz, and Andrew Hacker. Every one of these people had shaped me and my view of the world, and set me on the course of my future profession. Yet I was oblivious to almost everything they did and said that spring. Plus, two guys who were in my freshman dorm—Tom Jones and Skip Meade, were central actors on the student side of the drama.
Until I read Cornell ’69, I did not realize how bitterly torn was the Cornell faculty, and how much tension there was between many of the faculty and President James Perkins. I also did not know at the time—or maybe I just forgot—the irony of Perkins’s fate, since he was instrumental in integrating Cornell, and expanding the number of African-American students. I did not know that spring how radicalized and close to violence the whole situation was. In a radio interview in the midst of the crisis, AAS leader Tom Jones said, “before this is over James Perkins, Allan Sindler and Clinton Rossiter are going to die in the gutter like dogs.” How could I not have known about THIS? Maybe I knew at the time, but forgot? But how could one forget such a thing?
And I did not know that when students were assembled in Barton Hall, ready to march on another university building, there were several hundred sheriff’s deputies, many of them recruited from little Upstate towns, assembled in the parking lot at Woolworths downtown. They were armed and ready to confront the students. A veteran Ithaca Police Department officer later said that “young rednecks from the hills” were being deputized in the Woolworths lot that night. “They were loading their shotguns with double-0 buck and saying, ‘Tonight we’re going to get some Niggers and them Jew commies.’”
Reading all this was, for me, both chilling and disconcerting. How could I have not known these things at the time? Or, even worse, is my memory really getting that bad that I simply do not remember? I have queried friends and classmates from those days, and many of them confess to not remembering much either. So either we were all oblivious, or all getting senile!
I think, mostly, though, that it was because of the things I mentioned in my first paragraph. I was 21, graduating, on my way to graduate school and Italy. Other Cornell friends have told me that they were absorbed with final exams and papers and preparations for graduate, law and medical school.
And why did it take me so long to get around to thinking about all this, and reading about it? I left Cornell, went to Italy, met my wife there, got married, went to Indiana for a Ph.D,, had kids, and started a career. I was busy. This year I retired, and have time to think about these things. Time, but not the memory.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Cornell Daily Sun Features Retrospectives on 1969
Emily Cohn, The Editor-in-Chief of The Cornell Daily Sun (editor@cornellsun.com), has sent the following information about The Sun's commemoration of the 1969 Takeover.
- We are running a series of interviews with key activists and witnesses, and have featured three thus far (click on the links to see the Sun's stories):
-- Robert Gottlieb '72
-- Steve Wallenstein '69
-- Art Spitzer '71
- We will be producing a 16-page commemorative issue to run on Thursday, April 16 that will feature articles printed in 1969 alongside some original content about the current state of campus activism, race relations at Cornell, and issues of as academic freedom in higher education today. Additionally, many witnesses and activists will be submitting new content for this issue.
- Lastly, we will be hosting a panel discussion to be held on Saturday, April 18. The line-up of guests is still being worked out, but I will let you know when this is finalized. It is our goal to unite activists involved in the takeover, current Cornell faculty members who were students at the time, and Sun alumni who documented the takeover itself.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Remembering 1969
For those of you that were at Cornell in 1969, what are your memories, thoughts or reflections about those events? Share your thoughts by clicking on the "Comments" tab below this post.
Cornell '69 Commemorative Events
The Cornell Press Relations Office has sent me the following list of events scheduled for this spring, in connection with the 40th anniversary of the Straight takeover events.
Thanks to Linda Mikula from Cornell's Press Relations Office for putting this together and sending it on.
The ALANA student group is having events starting the week prior to commemorate the anniversary. Below is their tentative schedule. The contact is Iris Delgado (imd3@cornell.edu).
Monday, April 13th: posters will be on the Arts Quad with facts and pictures of the WS TO
Friday, April 17th, 5pm: Beginning at Africana Center, Eric Acree will be speaking about Africana Library and the ways in which it has been a vital role in the WSH TO as well as explaining any false ideas students may have about Africana's formation. The walk will continue to Wari House with a member of the Wari House speaking of its history and its role in the TO. We will then go to Old Africana site while Ken Glover will speak of its history, and then finish at WSH with a group picture and the banquet. Speakers contacted are: Lucy Brown, Dr. Turner and Alexis de Vaux. One or two possible Sun members may also join the panel.
Saturday, April 18th: There is a tentative collaborative lunch with Wari House Alums. Details to be determined.
Sunday, April 19th: The Welfare Poets will be performing. Location is to be determined due to the conflict of Cornell Days.
Other than that:
There will be displays in the Africana Center, Uris Library, and I believe Willard Straight.
Gary Stewart's "East Hill Notes" April show will include interviews with Ithaca residents who lived here in 1969 and an interview and tour of the Straight with Kent Hubbell. This is aired on a local Ithaca cable channel, as well as taped and posted to CornellCast at this link.
The Chronicle will include articles.
The September issue of Ezra Magazine will include info about the takeover, but primarily focus on the Africana Center's 40th anniversary.
There is a NYC WSH TO Meeting on April 17. Renee Alexander in Alumni Affairs and Development is the contact. Gayraud Townsend '05 (former Ithaca councilmember) is the organizer. Takeover alums are being invited. Cornell ILR Prof. Nick Salvatore is one of the NYC event invitees. Nick was at Cornell for the takeover and he has been involved in chronicling it over the years, and apparently he is planning a book.
The Cornell Alumni Magazine's April issue features the TO. The end of the article has a place for comments. I hope we can have a spot on cornell.edu linking to it that will encourage more people who were around in 1969 to add to this archive. See this link.
Crystal Sarakas from WSKG has been in contact with us about doing a radio program.
This may also be of interest to you--the library's collection of images connected to the takeover a this link.
Thanks to Linda Mikula from Cornell's Press Relations Office for putting this together and sending it on.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Images From the Straight Takeover
The Cornell library has put together a fascinating slideshow of images from the Straight takeover, including photographs and scans of letters, memos, leaflets, booklets, newspaper headlines, etc. It is available at this link.
Monday, March 23, 2009
The Photo That Changed My Career
In 1969 I was a photographer for the Cornell yearbook, and on the day the AAS students were about to emerge from Willard Straight Hall, I was waiting outside the building with my camera. I was there a long time, and eventually some friends came by and started mugging for me, asking me to take their pictures for The Cornellian. I obliged, and promptly ran out of film. Just then, Tom Jones, Skip Meade and the others emerged from the Straight, with their bandoleers and rifles. The guy next to me snapped the photo, which appeared on the cover of Newsweek. Steve Starr won a Pulitzer Prize for that photo. I gave up photography and became a college professor!
Tom Jones: Obama Wouldn't Be President Without the 1969 Straight Occupation
The Cornell Alumni Magazine's March/April issue commemorates the events of Spring 1969 with an article by Beth Saulnier, "Getting it Straight" and lots of interviews, resources and links. The online version of the magazine includes a slide show and audio interviews on the events with AAS leaders Tom Jones and Skip Meade, student government leader Art Spitzer, history professor Walter LaFeber, and Don Downs (author of the book Cornell '69).
The interviews conclude with these thoughts by Tom Jones, one of the leaders of the Straight occupation, who later served as CEO of TIAA-CREF, the huge teachers and professors retirement fund.
The interviews conclude with these thoughts by Tom Jones, one of the leaders of the Straight occupation, who later served as CEO of TIAA-CREF, the huge teachers and professors retirement fund.
JONES: Frankly, I do not think Barack Obama would be president today without what we did in Willard Straight Hall in 1969. I believe Barack Obama stands on our shoulders. The Straight was part of a series of historical events that began with Rosa Parks in 1955 and continued through the Sixties with the Freedom Riders and the marchers at Selma, Alabama, and made possible this magnificent thing that happened in January 2009. I think we're part of a chain of history. I'm not saying the most important part, but we're one of the links.
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