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Stop not pickin’ on one Shark!’ He was warning me to get out of the water. “Then I noticed he was off the board and hanging on to it with one arm. The water around him was bloody. I went out and got him. . .I don’t know how I did it. When I got him ashore I put a tourniquet on his left leg, above the big shark bite. I got a Mexican boy to hold him in the jeep and drove as fast as I could back to Acapulco. But he died of loss of blood before I got there.’ ‘What made you go out in the water to get Jimmy at the risk of your life?’ I asked. “Carter spread his arms outward and forward, the palm up. ” ‘He was my brother,’ he said. “We are part of a community that includes the dead, the living, and the unborn. “All the best, James Rowe.” R.D. The Texas Parks and Wildlife Department reports that armadillos are doing pretty well, thank you. They appear to be expanding the size of their dominions. There are still no ‘dillos in the Panhandle or west of the Pecos, but the little devils are thick in East Texas: there may be 50 or so for every 100 acres in Brazos and surrounding counties. In general, the best place to look for your neighborhood ‘dillo is in your neighborhood creek bottom; but where they are numerous, say the P&W biologists, they seem to be everywhere. 16 The Texas Observer IDialogue I have read your report \(Obs., on the Denver meetings, and I can only say that I am completely exasperated. I do not know how many times I must explain the dynamics of Texas politics to you before you get it right, but my patience is running very short as far as you are concerned. Call me a bleeding-heart liberal, and I can influence voting patterns. Characterize me as a reactionary race-baiting conservative, and I can go to Dallas and raise some money. However, this continued tepid treatment keeps me adrift between’ two worlds, neither loved nor hated by either. Now I know that I don’t have a staff to send out to burgle and but other citizens. Likewise, I don’t get the opportunity to board-up houses of ill-repute. I understand these things, and I am not asking for star status. That is no excuse, however, for this unrelenting attack of ambivalence. In other words, keep your mild castigations to yourself, lady, I don’t need them. Harrison Vickers, Executive director, SDEC, F02 Brown Building, Austin, Texas, 78701 McNeely sorry Have never seen sorrier piece of one-sided, inaccurate, biased “reporting” than Dave McNeely’s attack on Frank McGregor in Hillsboro \(Obs., I have never known a more honest, devoted, humble public servant than Mr. McGregor. The people of Hillsboro returned him to office by an overwhelming vote because they knew the vile character of his accusers. The local paper supported him 100 percent and so did papers in surrounding cities. Have never seen a more pompous, obnoxious attorney than Davis Grant. Please ask Mr. McNeely if his reporting would not be more accurate if he did not bring his pretty young daughter with him on assignment to the courtroom. Mr. McGregor is a good friend of Willie Nelson, an outspoken Ralph Yarborough supporter, and the first good attorney Hillsboro has had in 40 years. The Observer is too fine a paper for this kind of amateur hatchet job. Kell Akins, 913 Roos Blvd., Las Vegas, Nevada 89106. No money, no desire Previously, Nixonomics very nearly destroyed my ability to purchase meat of any sort, but Paul Slater’s article about the ghastly conditions in Texas meat packing and processing plants completely annihilated any desire I might have had left to taste meat again. I certainly hope something can be done about this outrageous situation. To whom should I write? W. Wendell Jackson, 2400 Missile Drive, C-5, Cheyenne, Wyoming 82001. Good question. Try the FDA, either for further information or to acquaint the commissioner with the facts that Slater produced. Your congresspeople and senators might, if you’re lucky in your residence, also be interested. We don’t know of any organization primarily interested in meat-packing conditions, though. Ed. Bearish on Lubbock ‘ I share your sentiments about the weekend the press spent wondering whether Corll & Co. would catch up with Corona. And, if Roget’s lists 16 synonyms for “grisly,” they must be one short of the headline writers for the Lubbock Avalanche-Journal, one of whom came up with “grizzly.” I thought they were all in Yellowstone. Charles Deaton, P.O. Box 12814, Capital Station, Austin, Texas. 78711. The Southern Farmers’ Alliance was organized by a group of small, frontier farmers of Lampasas County, Tex., who combined to protect themselves against foreign-owned land syndicates and cattle kings about 1875. … In the mid-eighties a new spirit took possession of the order that was manifested not only in expansion, but in an outburst of long-repressed radicalism. Locally, the county trade committees of the Alliance began to bring pressure to bear on furnishing merchants to exact better terms for the organized patronage of the farmers. Then, in August, 1886, a convention representing 2,700 suballiances from 84 counties met in Cleburne. In a stormy four-day session the convention adopted a new constitution and a series of “demands” calling for legislation against the great foreign and Northern land syndicates and for other laws forbidding speculation in crop futures, taxing and controlling railroads, establishing intrastate-commerce regulation, and expanding the currency. .. . The city press, hitherto tolerant or mildly patronizing, now flared up with violent denunciation. [The Dallas Morning News] called the Alliance “essentially repugnant to the spirit, the traditions and the fundamental ideas of Democracy,” since it was “dominated by the spirit of class legislation, class aggrandizement, class exclusiveness and class proscription.” C. Vann Woodward, Origins of the New South