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ARTICLE EIGHT jj 14, FORBIDS i IF cOOR IS TO SE ‘1 EXCE:3 I FAIL IMPOSE UN ROY;ONABLE rt HNE:, OR CRUEL AND LiNIUqUAL PUN MENUS. ARTir:LF C:114= GUARANTEES FREE:DON\\ FROM ARREST “WI THOUT DUE NOCESS OF LAW .PROHIBIT; DOLIBI-E jE0rW:ZPY AND SEL INORIMINIATION . ,PROH BITS ‘5E12L1RE OF PROPERTY WITH OUT JUST COMPEMGATION. ,04 disguises leaned on car fenders. The marchers sang: “All we are saying is give peace a chance.” AS WE CAME ABREAST of the Rainbo Grill at 7th and Congress, a gust of water sloshed onto several of us. Looking up, we saw a dark blotch on a second story screen window of a room in the Capitol Hotel. The furtively, a creepy little face appeared in the window, eyes staring down, mouth slyly grinning. “I didn’t do it,” said the face. Do what, then? A couple of marchers shot him the finger, and the face disappeared, leaving a lifted middle finger in the window for a moment. His was the only hostility I saw from the march watchers during the hour and 20 minutes it took me to make the walk, and he probably would have thrown water on the Bluebirds. The marchers were laughing, singing, talking to people. A workman in paint-splashed overalls gave the peace sign. At one point a group of young marchers standing on the east side of Congress shouted across to their opposite number: “Red Rover, Red Rover, let your side come over!” The cops laughed. A freak wagon carrying a couple of dozen young people and bearing a sign that said NACOGDOCHES LIBERATION FRONT stopped in the street. The occupants piled out and raced insanely around and around the truck bdore climbing back in, continuing for a block and repeating the performance. The cops laughed. About 20 people ran across the street. One of them happened to collide with a cop and was thrust back to the sidewalk, but the others were ignored. If the marchers were in a beautiful humor, the cops seemed to be also. I’ve seen French cops fighting students with truncheons and leaded capes; and British cops fighting a mob at a boxing riot; and on television I’ve seen American cops flailing into people on the streets and in the parks. When I was a police reporter it was not uncommon to see Fort Worth cops beating up a black man or a burglar or a wino. Although most of the Fort Worth cops I knew were decent men who didn’t make enough money to live on, there were bad ones who enjoyed trapping a black man in a small room and whipping him with belts while demanding to know who hit hardest \(“Forget it, he’s just a nigger,” the city desk would say in declining such different with the Austin police, good ones mixed with bad ones. But Austin cops have had special military training in crowd control hehavior. It is reported that their instructors deplored their handling of the Chuckwagon Incident on the UT campus. If that is true, the same instructors will give the Austin cops a high mark for their performance last Saturday. There was certainly no call for the police to be violent, since the marchers were not. But the lack of a reason has not prevented police from crashing into crowds in other cities. The Austin cops did arrest a dozen people. Among the first to go was John Lane, of the Yippees, who immediately walked down the middle of Congress and was taken away with little disturbance. Several times the moment arose for violence, but neither the people nor the cops wanted it, and it did not happen. AT THE END, the crowd drifted back onto the Capitol grounds and sat on the grass to hear speeches. They were speeches that have been heard for years now, about how we should get out of Vietnam, and feed the poor, and struggle for civil liberties, etc. Many of the marchers, including one carrying a placard that said TO LIVE OUTSIDE THE LAW YOU MUST BE HONEST, wandered away before the speeches were finished. The sun was out now, for a while, and there was another feeling about this day that it was incomplete, that the people had followed the law, all right, this time, and that now once again they were waiting to see if the law would respond to them. ofkR11CLe E 6UARANTEGG THAT POPI-E RIGHTS AiOD FREEDOMS ARE NOT CANUTE> TO JUST ‘THOSE THAT ARE 9PECI PI CALL” WRITTEN IM THE CONSTITUTION “I think we were wrong,” a friend said. “We should have gone into the streets to draw national attention to the fact that the Austin City Council would not permit a peace parade. Repression may be too big a word for what happened here today, but if the City Council refuses to listen to us, if they keep this up, then next time the events will take a different course.” Where were the politicians? Where were the leaders of the future? The leaders were somewhere in that crowd, and we may hope that politics still has a meaning by the time those leaders emerge. Jeff Jones, the UT student body president, was the only elected leader I saw among 5,000 faces. In our representative system, too few represent too many. How else could seven salesmen deceive themselves that they can govern a large community on a whim? Walking back from the rally, we were attracted by a spectacle in front of the university’s administration building. Out there on the terrace above the mall, where the peace march had started, strutted seven ROTC drill teams, stomping about in a competition to see who could keep step best and twirl rifles sharpest. Bleachers had been set up, and maybe 50 people were watching. Half the audience had dropped in from the peace march. Sprawled on the grass, a bearded, long-haired student clapped slowly and solemnly for each drill team. “I been up here,” he said, “keeping an eye on their reinforcements.” Cheap Hotel My brain wads itself up Trying to warn me, but I don’t listen. I kill my fifth of loneliness In bed cold, sober And let the plaster silence Fall in my face. SI DUNN III Denton May 1, 1970 5