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...Reisman: I started writing a series of articles a couple of summers ago dealing simply with the fact that under capitalism there couldn't be any difference between the wage rates of negroes and whites, as well as rents and prices charged to them. I saw that there was a very great interest in this subject...
...unusual attack on this trend comes from a right-wing professor--who nonetheless advocates capitalism as the "cure for racism." George Reisman, a professor of economics at St. Johns University in New York and author of a forth-coming book on racism and the welfare state, last week spoke here in a forum sponsored by H-R Individuals For a Rational Society. Crimson reporter Mark C. Frazier talked with Reisman shortly before his speech. The following are excerpts from that interview...
...Reisman: The essence of it is simply that there is no inherent racial conflict, there's no conflict by the nature of things--that if men were left free from physical force by the government and those in the government who would sanction such things as nightriders--that then there would be no basis for the existence of racial discrimination. Self-interest would make men act with reason and justice toward one another...
...respect for David Reisman not withstanding, I answered in true Harvard fashion that such an effect was not difficult to obtain. Such a retort in a Harvard setting would be considered fair play, a verbal means of keeping one's own balance by staying out of the magnetic attraction of a world-renowned intellectual presence. How many times have Harvard students walked through the streets around Harvard Square without seeing such figures as James Baldwin, J.K. Galbraith, Eric Erikson, Edmund Wilson, James Dickey, Robert P. Warren, Norman Mailer, to name only those whom I have personally seen. These men seem...
Thus, when I answered that it was not difficult to intellectually intimidate David Reisman, all conversation at the party stopped. I could see the eyes of the brilliant young man in front of me dilate. I watched him choke slightly on his scotch as he feebly mumbled something about not being aware of that. My only way out of such an impasse was to go into the bathroom of the small suite with the hope that the discussion which I had stopped would resume by the time I had refilled my glass with ice and scotch...