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Remembering Troubled Times
On page 43 of the January/February issue, there is a picture of students leaving the 1969 Encina Hall occupation (“At the Hands of the Radicals”). The young man in the black leather fringe jacket, with his fist in the air, is me. Because I was there, I feel my opinions should be added to the record along with Richard Lyman’s, with which I profoundly disagree.
It would be possible to quibble about the truth of this or that event. For example, the burning of the ROTC building is presented as [the time] when Stanford protesters’ nonviolence turned to violence.
Fact-check me on this, but I believe that testimony before a U.S. Senate committee some time later established that the fire was started by an agent provocateur working for the FBI. Certainly I know that when the fire occurred, almost all of the most active protesters on campus were busy occupying the Old Union. We were awakened and called to one of those endless meetings to figure out a response to an event that we knew nothing about but knew we would be blamed for. Clearly, we still are being blamed for it.
But the big point of Lyman’s article is that our activities precipitated a widespread contempt for ordinary politics that has the potential to encourage fascism. The second point, perhaps, is that Lyman was seeking “a victory of reason and the examined life over unreason and the tyranny of coercion.”
More than 60,000 members of the American military were either killed or missing in action during the Vietnam War. The consensus estimate of civilian casualties is about one million. One million. Why did they have to die? For what? Looking back, how reasonable was what America did?
The congressional resolution that the administration called its authorization for the war was in reaction to our ships having been attacked in the Gulf of Tonkin. As it turned out, the administration’s account of those events was a lie. If there was contempt of government, was it because they did contemptible things?
I should also note that by 1969, a lot of things had happened to precipitate our rock-throwing and bad jokes. A fairly common pattern, by then, was that our nonviolent demonstrations would turn into police riots. Who threw the first punch?
Finally, at what point is it appropriate to turn from discussion to protest? Our country, of course, was born during such a debate. The civil rights movement, which inspired the protesters, had its answers.
Lyman is right that we protesters spent endless hours in meetings. Our lives, and our actions, were anything but unexamined. They were also examined by the media and by the majority we never were, all the time. And now, after all this time, we still have to defend the notion that throwing a rock is just not as evil as Agent Orange or B-52 carpet- bombing.
There is another side to this story. I wonder who will hear it.
Tim Haight, ’66, PhD ’79
Santa Cruz, California
Editor’s note: The passage referring to the ROTC arson incident as the moment protests “turned violent” was an annotation inserted (along with other italicized portions) by the magazine to provide context, and does not appear in Lyman’s book.
Richard Lyman and I see the events of the late ’60s very differently. While he was unfortunately under siege at Encina, I was happily barefoot near Lake Lagunita.
Would contemporaries—1968 to 1970—agree with me that at most 500 students were then rioting activists? A tinier number—maybe 10?—were the ringleaders. The rest of us went about our lives routinely. For the most part we ignored the whole mess.
The excerpt fails to mention that many of the rock-chuckers at Stanford, Berkeley and elsewhere had nothing to do with the student bodies. Many were off-campus people recruited by revolutionary demagogues. These radicals had much free help from big-name musicians who drew large crowds for them. Radical Stanford faculty members helped the movement, too.
The revolutionary movement broke down because the tiny number of able organizers dispersed to go elsewhere. When they left, the mob dispersed. Neither the Stanford administration nor trustees had much effect on this phenomenon.
John C. Hughes, ’68
London, England
Former Stanford president Richard Lyman unfortunately doesn’t reference his remembrance of the 1969 and 1970 campus events to even a single simulacrum of the destructive, criminal war in Southeast Asia “the radicals” protested. He magisterially declares that history “does not repeat itself,” somehow obscuring the aggression against the Philippines, Guatemala, Congo, Iran, Vietnam, Chile and most recently Iraq, among others. Hopefully he hasn’t really forgotten the recrudescence of the lies and deceit used to justify previous U.S. military intervention or the horrific genocide of My Lai.
A more historically honest title for the article would read “At the Hands of
the Military-Industrial Complex.” The women and men who quite selflessly and morally and rationally chose to confront the inappropriate liaison between the University and the Department of Defense-supported Stanford Research Institute could not tolerate the napalming of innocent fellow humans. They could not insulate themselves from the plight of others. They, indeed, did seek to not only “hamper the war effort in Vietnam,” but to end it.
The use of political theater, which Lyman must still not understand, dramatically displayed the inherently racist war policy. The “mindless atrocities” that he describes more aptly apply to the random, daily bombing and death visited upon Southeast Asia. These citizens did display tremendous energy in extended, focused intellectual debates before taking what the new U.S. president calls the “yes we can” approach. The attitudinal changes demanded for this commitment represented a positive and progressive and democratic re-evaluation of government—a redefinition of the polis—and a reinvigoration and, in fact, resuscitation of civic involvement.
I recognize that his writing recreates his memory of the period, but on so many levels Lyman misrepresents those years and their implication and historical legacy that STANFORD should have given equal and simultaneous space to a “radical”— one of the hundreds who have dedicated the past 40 years of their lives to the ongoing struggle for equality, justice and freedom by service to the poor and underserved around our globe. Someone who has consistently resisted the controlling efforts of the ruling castes, and not allowed them to define the parameters of reality or paradigms of behavior, would not confound power with moral authority.
John Shepherd, ’70
Boulder, Colorado
Richard Lyman’s review of the campus unrest of 40 years ago reminded me of those unsettling times. The April 3rd Movement was operating essentially unhindered on campus, and had occupied the Applied Electronics Laboratory. Lyman described in some detail the invasion of Encina Hall that came next, on April 30, but there is more to the story.
The A3M had held a meeting on April 29, broadcast over KZSU, to decide their next target. Because engineers design and make things that are used in wars, Professor Jean Mayers, acting head of the aeronautics and astronautics department, considered aero/astro’s brand new William F. Durand building a prime target, and he decided to recruit students, faculty and others to defend it. I was a graduate student in the final months of my PhD research in aero/astro, and was more than willing to step forward.
Our weapons? Cameras. The idea was that, seeing them, an invader would think twice about having his picture on the front pages of tomorrow’s newspapers, showing Mom and Dad back home what extracurricular studies Sonny was really up to.
We gathered at the entrances to Durand that afternoon, and listened to KZSU for the result of the voting. It was indeed to invade Durand. We braced. I remember the vanguard of the A3M arriving at the doors, and their chagrin at seeing so many cameras at the ready. They retreated, and reported back to their leaders. More voting ensued, and the new decision was to invade Encina Hall instead.
So Durand was spared, but I’ve always felt a little guilty about Encina.
Robert L. Rockwell, MS ’64, PhD ’70
Ridgecrest, California
President Lyman’s memoir of the turbulent times during the spring of 1969 leaves out some important context. We learned in classes taught by Stanford professors about the extraordinary social, economic and political injustices of the world at that time in developing nations and in our own country. We acted on what we learned at Stanford.
In addition, we lived with some deeply committed spiritual and religious leaders in the Stanford community. In the fall of 1966, Malcolm Boyd, MS ’51, PhD ’53, an Episcopal priest, read his poetry to us in White Plaza reflecting the questions he asked in prayer as he tended to the spiritual and physical hunger of the poor in America’s cities. From the pulpit of Memorial Church, Dean Davie Napier and Robert McAfee Brown preached beautifully crafted sermons based on Old and New Testament readings that focused on the dangers of power abuse and the need for nonviolence in addressing the challenges of our time. Brown, a professor of religious studies from whom I took Christian Social Thought, burned his own draft card and risked personal imprisonment to point out the rashness of the Vietnam War and the injustice of the draft that impacted more poor American young men than the privileged who had a deferment for attending a university. I rode with a campus Catholic theologian to a demonstration at the Oakland Induction Center where we witnessed Joan Baez singing “We Shall Overcome” as they carried her off by her arms and legs from her position of civil disobedience in front of the door.
Martin Luther King Jr. spoke to us our freshman year. How privileged we were to hear this Christian preacher who had become the voice for civil rights, nonviolence and national unity to end injustice. By the time we sat in at AEL and Encina, we young students had lost to assassination in our lifetimes Gandhi, John Kennedy, Martin Luther King Jr. and Robert Kennedy. Violence bred by unbridled power and a lack of ethics in U.S. attempts to control the world economy dominated the status quo. We could not vote until we were 21, but young men could be drafted at 18 to fight wars to protect U.S. economic interests.
The male hierarchy at Stanford ruled supreme. There were hardly any women professors, but I was fortunate to have a two-quarter class as part of the Study in Education with Helen Schraeder, who created in her classes a listening and compassionate environment. The male professor from whom I rented a room at the back of his garage told me he identified me to authorities as an Encina participant. The professor with whom I was doing independent study on how education might be used as a tool of development in Brazil said to me, “I will no longer teach you because you students are trying to destroy the University.”
The University sought to protect its women students by requiring them to be in the dorms by midnight, but called in the police when we said “no” by demonstrating against University research policy. We were unarmed kids, but the power of a police force using tear gas and nightsticks was unleashed against us. Stanford taught us the truth of what was going on around the world and gave us moral leadership from the pulpit, but attempted to stop us from acting on our consciences as human beings.
I was in a state of moral and spiritual anguish over what my country was doing and what my university did not do to help students find their way through this challenging period of history. I did not pay the $75 fine required of those convicted of trespassing at Encina. I spent that summer working in a Stanford community service project addressing issues of institutionalized racism and sexism with high school students. Neil Armstrong walked on the moon, and we analyzed print advertisements to see what they revealed about attitudes towards women and people of color. I decided not to enroll the fall of my senior year. I retreated to the mountains of Colorado and sought some spiritual understanding and some personal peace.
I am now 60, a mother of five, a grandmother of five and about two-thirds of the way to a PhD at the University of Colorado, where I am associated with the Children, Youth and Environments Center for Research and Design. I work with children helping them to plant food and flower gardens in at-risk communities. I treasure the wonderful friends I made at Stanford, the wise guidance I received from many professors. The cognitive dissonance of those years remains as I look at the pictures you published.
I am overjoyed to read your preceding article about students at Stanford developing an incubator for babies in developing nations (“Baby, It’s Cold Outside,” Planet Cardinal). I am so happy that Stanford now offers classes that help young people apply their intelligence, skills and idealism to collectively solve the real-world problems that need our attention. That’s all we wanted to do in the ’60s. The way had not yet opened, but perhaps we helped to clear some of the stones from the road.
Illène Pevec (“Suzy Lawyer”), ’70
Carbondale, Colorado
I enjoyed your magazine’s excerpt from Richard Lyman’s new memoir. As someone who once stood with a small group of Stanford students in actively opposing the 1991 Gulf War, I thought the piece was quite informative in casting light on a much more politically turbulent time on campus. I admire the students of that era who had the courage of their convictions to stand up to administration policies that they believed contradicted the values of the University and supported a deadly war.
However, I found the article’s final paragraph a bit defensive and overreaching. In it, Lyman accuses what he calls the New Left of that era for creating a “contempt for ordinary politics, with its compromises and evasions, [that] has now become epidemic in the United States” and holds it responsible for what he calls the belief “that the only way to deal with any really important question of public policy is somehow to take it out of politics.”
I would argue that subsequent events, especially the public policy of the last eight years, reflects a very different reality. The illegal and evasive actions of Richard Nixon’s administration during the Watergate scandal shows that Republicans (or the Right) had an even broader and more contemptuous approach to public policy in the years following the biggest campus protests. But it is the right-wing Bush administration’s complete rejection of our democratic political process and constitutional foundations that is the most egregious example of such contempt. From using signing statements to undermine laws passed by Congress to launching a disastrous war under false pretenses to abrogating the Geneva Conventions in authorizing torture, the Right under Bush has flouted the American political process at every turn.
Ironically, with the recent election of the left-leaning Barack Obama as president, the American people have rejected this approach to governance and embraced the political process as a means for change. Obama’s millions of hardcore “Leftist” supporters—including some of us who protested against the most recent Iraq war as vigorously as Stanford students opposed the Vietnam War in the 1960s—showed that such passion can indeed be successfully channeled into “ordinary politics.”
David Hirning, ’91
Seattle, Washington
I was struck by the absence of any mention of the impact of the University and its faculty and graduate students’ involvement in biological warfare, military electronics and psychological assault and interrogation on the students who were not committed radicals or side-takers. At that time, 1960 to 1963, I was an honors student in psychology, excited and happy to be able to work with high-level faculty and graduate students learning about human behavior. Repeatedly I was asked to be either a subject or an experimenter in coercion research, where the subjects were asked to harm others, reveal themselves, submit to hypnosis, etc. After realizing that these experiments were the source of the nightmares I was experiencing, and that other participants must be having similar effects, I began to ask questions and refused to be in or conduct any more experiments. I asked my faculty who was sponsoring and paying for this research, how it was going to be used, and why it was such a major focus of the department’s work. No one answered me. I soon received a visit from the head of the department, who informed me that if I would not participate, I would have to leave the honors program. I repeated my questions to him, stating that I had to be sure that my own behavior was not causing harm to anyone. He refused to answer. I asked him if any of the child psych research was involved in coercion, and he said no. I stated that I was going to finish my psychology major, nearly completed, by taking only child psych courses, and that I resigned from the honors program under protest. I left the room in sorrow, distrust and amazement. I was 19.
Many years later I learned of the CIA’s sponsorship of these experiments, in which Harvard and McGill universities had also participated, and that Ted Kaczynski, the Unabomber, had also been a 16-year-old student subject in these trials when at Harvard. Now it is widely known that the CIA has expertise in psychological manipulation and torture, but not where it came from.
I went on to medical school at Stanford through the turbulent ’60s, volunteering in the emergency room during demonstrations and bandaging radical students and policemen alike. I left the country for Canada before graduation, in 1968, finishing my last rotation at the University of British Columbia. I received my Stanford MD without attending graduation, did my internship and spent the next five years caring for American refugees from the Vietnam War in northern British Columbia.
After President Carter’s pardon of war resisters, I went to register the births of my two children abroad in preparation for returning to the United States. Officials at the American Embassy in Vancouver, B.C., interviewed me at length about what I had been doing in Canada. When they found out I had been giving medical care to American refugees, they gave me two choices: sign away my U.S. citizenship and accept a green card on the spot, or be excluded from my country of origin. I signed, and have lived in Washington State as a registered alien physician since.
The values I learned at Stanford were undoubtedly not what the faculty and institution intended to teach. But the resilience, self-sufficiency and adaptability I picked up have served me well, and also are a great story. I’d love to hear from others of my contemporaries who have found, willy-nilly, that their lives had a grand scope.
Mary Hodgson (Wertheim) Rose, ’63, MD ’69
Anacortes, Washington
Medical Breakthrough
Thank you for your article about Dr. Abraham Verghese (“The Human Whisperer,” January/February). I’m a Stanford undergraduate studying human biology and creative writing. It was enlightening and encouraging to read about a writer and physician who has fused two careers so seamlessly and pioneered a new understanding of medicine in the process. Preparing for medical school has been a rigorous process, and I have often wondered whether medicine has any room for writers, artists and philosophers like me. Dr. Verghese’s words helped me understand that each person has a different gift to medicine. Our medical system needs more physicians who want to reinvigorate medicine with the gift of compassion.
Kaylin Pennington, ’09
Stanford, California
Golden Rules
The article on Tom Wyman and his slide rule collection (“Calculating Collector,” Red All Over, January/February) takes me back to 1972, when Hewlett Packard introduced the HP-35, its first pocket scientific calculator, priced at $395. I was living in Palo Alto then, so I went to the Stanford Bookstore to see it. I found a gentleman standing at the counter, experimenting with the display model. When he finished, I asked him if he was thinking of buying one. No, he replied, he was just a salesman who happened to be calling on the store. I asked him what he sold and he answered, “Pickett slide rules.”
“Well,” I said, “doesn’t this new gadget have you worried?”
“Not at all,” he replied, “our slide rules can do anything this can do, at a tenth the price. Our sales are better than ever.”
Of course, the rest is now history, and so are those once-ubiquitous Pickett slide rules.
Richard A. Dirks, Gr. ’62
Asheville, North Carolina
Fair-Weather Patriotism
I was disappointed reading in the caption in the 1,000 Words photograph that some students said the 2008 election was the first time they felt truly proud
to be an American (“Banner Moment,” January/February). Being a proud and patriotic American is more than just feeling happy when the person or party you support wins. America is more than one person, office or political party. Being truly patriotic means loving your country and the values it holds regardless of who may be in power at a particular time. “Fair-weather” or “bandwagon” patriotism is not patriotism at all; it’s cheerleading.
Brent Villalobos, ’02
San Francisco, California
I was disappointed to see that amid the “unabashedly patriotic spontaneous celebration” on campus following the election of President Obama, the magazine reporter felt it important to mention the people who commented, “that it was the first time they felt truly proud to be Americans” (reflecting Mrs. Obama’s quotation). I have always been proud to be an American no matter who was in power or which side of the aisle was in charge.
It’s the democratic philosophy, the culture and the people of our country that make me proud. Would the sentiment and the celebration have been the same if an African-American Republican had been elected? I’m not sure.
Mary Dunton, ’68
Sparks, Nevada
Upperclass Cats
Concerning the photo on page 73 (The Dish, Class Notes, January/February):
The sun it shone, yes
On that bright wedding day
But those cats in those hats are not frosh, so I say
They’re the Donner RAs, just out
for a stroll
Juniors they are, plus two seniors,
I’m told
They do look so cute in their charming cat hats
But soon they’ll be grads, and that will be that.
Elisa Bosley, ’83
Boulder, Colorado
Muslim Students
Sumbul Ali-Karamali writes that she was “the only Muslim” (or never met another one) at Stanford during 1979 to 1981 (“Muslim Like Me,” Showcase, November/December). This is a bit surprising. Are there any informal statistics both for those years and at present on Muslim enrollment? I would expect by now that there would be a Muslim students association/circle.
Martin Horwitz, ’58
New York, New York
Editor’s note: There are no statistics for religious affiliations around 1980. The dean of religious affairs, Scotty McLennan, estimates that 2 to 3 percent of the current student body is Muslim. There are two Muslim student groups on campus, Muslim Students Awareness Network and Islamic Society of Stanford.
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