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SAN ANTONIO, ROCKE Texas’ convenient, downtown r HOTEL 1 & 1 MOTOR/ INN II CROCKET HOTEL & MOTOR INN 301 EAST CROCKETT ri iiimr -r 711-7-prTle 1 1 : 1 1 1 .1 1 ,, VIII r n ” I-1 –ir ir-Tr71 ,–ios -7-iee %lel et is I , ilrnll mi -II I BY THE ALAMO Hotel & Motor Inn NONE MORE CONVENIENT, MORE COMPLETE OR MORE REASONABLE . . . FOR THE FAMILY OR BUSINESSMAN. FREE PARKING, SWIMMING POOL, ICE MACHINE. FULLY AIR-CONDITIONED. 24-HOUR TELEPHONE. FULL HOTEL SERVICE. REGISTER FROM YOUR CAR. MOST CREDIT CARDS HONORED. I I I III FREE PARKING GARAGE seems to name something for which we have needed a name. In connection with that idea, there is the moral reality. The moral reality of slavery, contra the words of the Southern Way of Life. The moral reality of death and crippling in Vietnam, contra the words of the anti-communist doctrine. The moral reality of Stalin’s purges, contra the words of the communist doctrine. The moral reality of maldistributed money power, contra the words of the free enterprise doctrine. The moral reality of shut-off free speech, contra the words of the nationalist Upon reading the following article, it will become apparent that the writer must remain anonymous. Ed. My intentions were to spend five days in Mexico for inexpensive rest and relaxation. What happened toward the end can only be described as a nightmare. The jet landed in a large city at 6:30 p.m. last Tuesday. From there I took a taxi to the Hotel Morales and by 9 p.m. had made arrangements with the bell boy for 20 joints of marijuana and a chica at a total careful with the marijuana but, “actualmente, la policia no give a shit” fine. By noon the next day, I had decided to take a bus for Puerto Villarta. At 2:15 p.m. Wednesday, I was taken into custody at the bus terminal by the local gestapo immediately after having smoked a joint in the restroom. They took me upstairs in the terminal and said that if I told them all I knew, I would be on the bus for Puerto Villarta by 4 p.m. that day. I cooperated; they didn’t. Excuses and delays, etc., etc. police state. For years I looked for the bridge between the World of Should and the World of Is. That was the mistake of my first life. At the outset of my second one, I see suddenly, this morning, that there is no bridge, there is just the one world. With moral intelligence I live in the World of Is. The moral reality is as real as hunger or murder. My first life I was an idealist. Now I can bear to be just a reality-seeker because I believe in the reality of morality. R.D. IDialogue Americans have spent more time in jail there and paid more to get out. The rest of the story is unimportant. The point is BEWARE! Cuando estaran en Mexico, ten cuidado con la marijuana. Cohen answered A piece \(Fred Cohen, “On Erwin’s Frank Erwin’s “orange mastabatory [sic] fantasy” and “regential [sic] and administrative dildoes” and asserting that “a large majority of the [U.T.] law faculty would vote against the First Amendment” has an air of daring outspokenness, irresistible, I suppose, to a “journal of free voices.” I think that indulgence in these delights, however, can lead only to loss first of confidence and then of attention by serious and sensible readers, a matter of concern to one who would like to see an effective and responsible voice of liberalism in Texas. Former U.T. law professor Fred Cohen \(Obs., School severly to task. The nature of the Law School’s dereliction meriting his wrath is not, however, entirely clear and where clear it is inaccurate. The gist of the complaint seems to be a deficiency in “dangerous radicalism.” Two years ago it was proposed that the Law School be listed as a separate line item in a legislative appropriation bill for the university. The Law School solicited the assistance of its friends and supporters to urge defeat of the proposal. This, Cohen tells us, was an “ankle-level” response leading to only an “unstylish” victory. What would have been a higher level or more stylish response, Cohen does not tell us. Presumably the faculty should have threatened to resign en masse or perhaps “liberated” the Law School building. The result, whether victory or defeat, would certainly have been glorious. For an enthusiast of confrontation politics victories obtained by argument, persuasion, and the support of influential friends hold no comparable joys. Violent pitched battles have undeniable attractions, as the popularity of football attests. One of the many difficulties, however, I have with the confrontation approach, due no doubt to an unheroic nature, is that before precipitating a battle more deadly than necessary, I’d like to see some chance to win. But, Cohen says, although the Law School won this battle, Frank Erwin won the war and the faculty was “brought into line.” A stricter limitation on the number of nonresident students was imposed on the Law School a move which, in my opinion, seriously impairs the School’s efforts to become a first-rank institution. I am unable to say that the fight against the separate line item did not lessen the energy and enthusiasm of the faculty to fight the nonresident issue;, maybe it did, but the result is surely less disastrous for the school than would be tactics Cohen would approve. Though it may seem uninspiring, are there not in fact times when it is “better to go slow for awhile?” I would October 2, 1970 23 Cuidado en Mexico! By 7 p.m. in the town jail, I finally decided that I’d been tricked attempting to call the American Consulate and at 11 p.m. one of its representatives showed up along with a Mexican abogado Hablabamos quince minutes \(we talked for 15 at 11:30 a.m. the next morning, Thursday, and taken to the American Consulate in order to arrange transportation back to the states. The total cost for this was $800 American dinero a money order from my parents. Some $500 of that amount went into the pocket of the Chief of Police. The rest went to the Mexican lawyer. I was told I was lucky. Many young