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Page 2/The Battalion/Monday, November 9, 1987 The Battalion (USPS 045 360) Member of Texas Press Association Southwest Journalism Conference The Battalion Editorial Board Sondra Pickard, Editor John Jarvis, Barely Managing Editor Sue Krenek, Opinion Page Editor Rodney Rather, City Editor Robbyn Lister, News Editor Loyd Brumfield, Sports Editor Tracy Staton, Photo Editor Editorial Policy The Battalion is a non-profit, self-supporting newspaper oper ated as a community service to Texas A&M and Bryan-College Sta tion. Opinions expressed in The Battalion are those of the editorial board or the author, and do not necessarily represent the opinions of Texas A&M administrators, faculty or the Board of Regents. The Battalion also serves as a laboratory newspaper for students in reporting, editing and photography classes within the Depart ment of Journalism. The Battalion is published Monday through Friday during Texas A&M regular semesters, except for holiday and examination periods. Mail subscriptions are $17.44 per semester, $34.62 per school year and $36.44 per full year. Advertising rates furnished on re quest. Our address The Battalion, 216 Reed McDonald, Texas A&M University, College Station, TX 77843-4111. Second class postage paid at College Station, TX 77843. POSTMASTER: Send address changes to The Battalion, 216 Reed McDonald, Texas A&M University, College Station TX 77843-4111. Where there's smoke Douglas Ginsburg’s withdrawal from consideration for a Su preme Court post has spurred a flurry of confessions and deni als of marijuana use from presidential candidates and govern ment officials. But the issue should not have derailed Ginsburg’s nomination. Many of today’s rising politicians came of age during the freewheeling ’60s, when attitudes toward drug use were liberal and “Just say no” wasn’t part of our national vocabulary. While American voters may never condone habitual drug use, they will have to come to terms with public figures — including presi dential candidates — who admit youthful experimentation. Ginsburg’s sporadic drug use, ranging from his days as a stu dent to his tenure as a Harvard Law professor, bears little re semblance to “youthful experimentation.” And his suitability al ready was suspect because of a lack of experience and ethics questions stemming from a cable TV decision. His confirmation, had it come, would have been controversial. But marijuana use is an issue that will crop up again and again as the students of the ’60s move into positions of power. In that respect, Ginsburg’s withdrawal merely delays a debate that must eventually occur. — The Battalion Editorial Board Committee ignoring its educational role Jerry Rosiek Guest Columnist Some eight months ago the MSG Black Awareness Com mittee put to gether its pro gramming schedule for the 1987-88 school year. Not surprisingly, the schedule, which includes a jazz con cert, a formal ball and a fashion show, doesn’t include any programs aimed at educating white students about black life in America. Why should BAG spend money on educating the whites on this campus? Because it is one of the things the com mittee is given money to do. Because it is so necessary on this lily-white campus, where one can graduate without ever having talked to a black student. Be cause it is a better investment of effort and money than a fashion show. Why am I not surprised that BAG hasn’t made reaching out to whites one of their priorities this year? Because this ambivalence is not new. In the five years I have been involved with the commit tee, its attempts at educating whites have always been half-hearted — if the attempt was made at all. The committee’s most recent demon stration of this ambivalence came about three weeks ago. BAG had agreed to co sponsor the “American Pictures” pro gram with MSG Great Issues. “Ameri can Pictures” is a photo essay about America’s social underclass presented in person by its creator, Jacob Holdt. The program will be presented tonight at 6:30 p.m. in Rudder Theater. Mr. Holdt is a Danish man who hitch hiked through America for five years with very little money. He lived most of the time on the hospitality of Americans living below the poverty level. A major ity of the people Mr. Holdt lived with were black. I have seen the show. The photos he took during this time are powerful. It is a view of America you may not have the chance to see again at this University. Three weeks ago Black Awareness Committee withdrew the majority of its support from this pro gram. I have spoken with BAC’s chairman. He gave me numerous reasons for this withdrawal of support: scheduling con flicts, money problems, concerns about membership levels, etc. Nothing he told me, however, reduces the glare of this gap in programming. Ambivalence is the only thing to which I can attribute it. BAG doesn’t have any monopoly on ambivalence, however. BAG wouldn’t be so ambivalent about educating whites if those who run the MSG were not also ambivalent about this University’s racial problems. And the administrators of the MSG would not be so ambivalent about our racial problems if the people they depended on for their jobs, the Board of Regents, were not so ignorant of and insensitive to racial issues (if they were not racists). I’m not looking to make scapegoats of BAG or anyone else. Hopefully the committee will see in my criticism not animosity but genuine concern. Some thing needs to be done. I’ve been told my remarks will do nothing but offend BAG members be cause BAG is composed mostly of black students who have grown up in areas relatively free from racism. They have no sense of the “black experience” and so do not understand the need to edu cate others about it. Maybe so. That just means there are many more who need educating. I believe there are people out there, of all races, who do have a feel for the depth and complexity of the racial prob lems in America. And I think they should start considering just how im portant that knowledge is. Jerry Rosiek is a senior physics and philosophy major and a regularly ap pearing guest columnist for The Battal ion. Mail Call Who do you think you are? EDITOR: I am infuriated at the conduct that some of you Ags showed toward Aggieland photographers Marie McLeod and Jennifer Friend. It seems to me that you would rather waste your time harassing females in the perimeter than work on centerpole. I really don’t know why you think you have a right to tell these women that they are not allowed in the perimeter. They were there to photograph an event for our yearbook. Apparently you are unable to handle their presence, and you proved it by yelling obscenities at them. Well, let me tell you, you can yell anything you damn well please because that is not going to stop women from entering the perimeter. Someday, whether you like it or not, women will be helping to raise the centerpole. Face the facts. Women already have been making progress by helping cut down trees at the cutting site. Jane Landry ’88 Letters to the editor should not exceed 300 words in length. The editorial staff reserves the right to edit letters for style and length, but will make every effort to maintain the author’s intent. Each letter must be signed and must include the classification, address and telephone number of the writer. Opinion My apologies to Geraldo, f but get rid of New Journalism I en< I admit it. I watched them. I watched them all. I watched Ger aldo bust open A1 Capone’s vault. I watched Geraldo play undercover agent. I watched Geraldo do a drug bust. I was there. A passive couch tater-tot. Watching. Sure, I had other things to do. I had better things to do. But I couldn’t resist. This was the New Journalism, wave of the future. I had to keep up with what was what. So I watched them. I watched them all. Case in point: Return to the Titanic, hosted by my childhood hero and Lex Luthor clone, Telly Savalas. Telly took me on a romp through history, explain ing everything about the Titanic, how it sailed, how it sank, who was on it, who wasn’t. And right before every commer cial he would string me along with his constant taunting: “And after this, we’ll open up the safes of the Titanic.” Could I, in good conscience, walk away from the actual historic opening of the Titanic safes? Sure. But did I? Nope. And after an hour and forty minutes of straight, no-holds-barred, just-the- facts journalism, we reach the momen tous occasion. The guards are alert. The audience is hushed. The safes are opened. I play with the mute button on the re mote control. I watch Telly take a necklace out of the safe and place it in a clear, plastic box. “Gee, what do we have here? Could it be a necklace?” Shake, shake, shake. Rattle, rattle, rattle. “Interesting. It looks like a necklace.” Telly brings the artifact to the table of experts for their professional opinion. They are all gloved. Telly is not. Telly holds the necklace up for the camera to see. “What do you think this is?” Telly asks the experts. Expert No. 1 has a jeweler’s eyepiece. She examines the artifact carefully. “It looks like a necklace.” “A necklace? Wow. Are you sure?” Telly is excited. Maybe Telly gets paid more when he is excited. “Yes, a necklace.” “And what about these?” asks Telly, holding up some coins. “They look like coins,” says Expert No. 2. “Wow. Coins. Are you sure?” “Yes, some coins.” And the list goes on, and on, and on. But after the whole affair ended, I felt a little disappointed. Where were the gold bars, the overflowing amounts of expensive jewelery, the neat stuff? Where were they? My emotional level was built up, and I felt like my blimp had been burst. Or something to that ef fect. I looked to William Shatner for con dolences. Maybe this New Journalism wasn’t so bad. I just had to give it a chance. After all, I couldn’t base my opinion on just Geraldo in a cheesy dis guise and Telly on a cheesy show. Bill Shatner wouldn’t let me down. Not even with the New Journalism. It was “The Search for Houdini” that I watched. I watched William Shati do his tribute to Houdini. I watched: magicians do magic in tribute to H(| dini. I watched the history of Houdini! And I waited for the seance, the hip point of the evening. The attempti reach Houdini’s spiritual world fro: the physical world. What would Ho: dini say? Should we stay away fromtl| Titanic? Should we stay away fromfn ternities? What mysteries and secret could he reveal to us from the otheri mension? Truly, this was the purpose anT meaning of the New Journalism. Hi was it. I was there, breaking ne ground. I was experiencing it. I w? part of it. I was watching it. And then I was let down. No Hot dini. No ghost. No mist. No nothing. What a bummer. Come to think of it, there wen plenty of commercials. But I suppos even the New Journalism has to payfa itself somehow. Conclusions, then? How can I df scribe it? I gave the New Journalism chance, and like the New Math, couldn’t understand it. Maybe, some where, somehow, it means somethin important, or has some relevance. I for now, I say, Geraldo stick to yoi moustache wax; Telly, stick to yourlo lipops; and Bill, stick to your acting sons. We can all do without the Ne* Journalism for a long while. And maybe then the legends of A Capone’s vault, the unshakable ship an; the master escape artist can enjoy th rest too. I know I will. Mark Nair is a senior political scienc major and a columnist for The of yo ini se di ion. BLOOM COUNTY by BerKe Breathec r BLOOM COUNTY by Berke Breathed U/e/L., THORN HUMP pip PROMiee "Goop FRITH EFFORTS TV IMPROVE RERPWILITY „ FT THIS size: WANING , IMHRT ? I /