VI. "DON'T YOU HAVE AN AGENDA?"

 A CONSERVATIVE VISITOR ASKED, FIVE MINUTES INTO A TOUR...

Both drawings by Harald Wolff

When the walk was over, he said...

If these pages make us harder to manipulate,

writing them will have been worthwhile.

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Next, 

Another memory:

"You're teaching Communism to the police!"

"YOU'RE TEACHING COMMUNISM TO THE POLICE!"

"THE LEGISLATURE WILL CALL ME!" CRIED THE DEAN OF THE COLLEGE WHERE I TAUGHT HISTORY

All drawings by Harald Wolff

Background:

On May 4, 1970 the National Guard fired on 300 unarmed students protesting the Vietnam War, killing four. It is remembered as "The Kent State* Massacre."

*The public university of the State of Ohio 

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The government then proposed that police follow classes in State colleges, with salary increases if they received passing grades. It hoped that familiarity would lessen hostility between students and forces of order, the attitude that lay behind the shooting.  

One of those institutions was "William Paterson College in the State of New Jersey" (now William Paterson University), where I taught.

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When students demonstrated against that decision I wrote an article for the school paper, called "Why the Cops are Brothers." It said that the reason for joining the police was not to attack kids, but for job security.

I volunteered to teach the cops, on condition of telling them that I was a Marxist. "Well, I guess you know what you're doing," the department Head said.

Things didn't start very well...

"Hi, Baby!"

But my assistant was delighted:

I had asked her to pass out some papers. When she came back she exclaimed in delight: "I told them to put their chairs in line, and they did!"

The cops wore civilian clothes but carried hidden guns. Of the thirty, all but one were white. They looked very different from the students, though many were not much older. Their faces were hard. Some had fought in Vietnam. 

On meeting them I said, "There's a rumor going around that I'm a nun. That's not true. There's another that I'm a Marxist. That is true."

A man at the back of the room got up, walked out and slammed the door.

I went on with the class, saying that Marxism had nothing to do with the gulag but showed how changes come from economic interests and helps identify the right enemy. 

The next day the Dean called me in. I told him I had freedom of speech.

An hour later, the head of the program also called me in: "The men are sorry" he said. "They know that telling the Dean was not right. The man who did it is going through a hard time. His wife had a miscarriage. I hope you will forgive him."

A group came up to me and apologized for "Tommy" (whose last name I forget).

We became friends, and I invited him over. He came in, sat down, put his gun on the table — and fell  asleep.

To get to know the cops, I asked them to write an essay on why they had chosen that profession. A certain Richard Wright wrote 30 brilliant pages. 

He came from a town 20 miles from a famous university (Princeton), but when I asked him if he had applied for admission there, he said he had never heard of it. He was from the far right he stayed wary of me, but he was one of the most intelligent people I have ever met: Had he come come from a more favored background, he would have had an outstanding career, as a great lawyer for example. 

Leftist students would sit in on the classes. We were of the same generation, and would gather to play records and talk:

 

I asked one of the men if next time he'd bring his wife."No," he said, "She thinks the kids will look down on her." Another said, "When I'm in uniform, even the president of this college respects me."

The Dean did not forget our encounter, and I did not receive tenure. That caused an uproar.* 

*I received letters for several years. 

The cops did not join the demonstrations (they would have lost their jobs if they had), but stood by and smiled. 

My last memory:

"Hi, Ritchie, we'll tell you where the bombs are."

"Ho ho!"

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Did they become Marxists? Of course not. Did they come to like and respect people who thought differently? I think so, as did the kids. 

As for me, they are the teaching memory that matters most. 

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Much later, I came upon an incident in French history like that at Kent State. In 1871 Breton soldiers fired on an unarmed crowd,  killing 11 demonstrators. Their hate had a reason: During the Revolution soldiers of the republic had slaughtered their people. 

Instead of fighting back their most famous opponent, Louise Michel, said "You're fanatics, but you're not bought. Join us!"

It's thinking of those cops that I wrote this blook.

Harald Wolff

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I was writing a doctoral dissertation

 in African history

and left for field work in the Ivory Coast.

That led to this sequel,

"History from fresh perspectives"

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