Word: rioted
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Erwin rebutted the charges by saying he had only been defending the university against a bunch of SDS'ers trying to take over the campus. (There were maybe two or three SDS'ers at the creek the morning he was inciting to riot. For that matter, there aren't but about 12 active SDS'ers on the campus.) Erwin also implied that the faculty members who voted against him were somehow linked to SDS, and that the whole affair was cooked up by a coalition of trouble-making students and professors. After these public statements to the press and radio...
...campus on any large scale to suppress dissent (a couple of campus cops had once chased a few people out of the Union who were sleeping there), and the city and state police had always avoided the campus. Erwin seemed to be trying to goad the students into a riot (but we're such a docile bunch that we never responded-besides, his side had all the guns). When the first big cypress fell, he raised his hands up, clapped, and cheered. To the students he said, "I don't give a shit what you think." To a young mother...
...with one fire extinguisher.) When the students started banging on his outside door, Hackerman decided to keep cool and let in a few. He set up a meeting between six students and Erwin. During the meeting, seven carloads of state troopers moved into the tower with riot equipment. They stayed until the next morning. The meeting ended with Erwin saying that he wasn't going to do anything and four students walking...
...outside force at that. He had completely ignored the students and faculty and their alternative plans and opinions; he had barely managed to stay inside the law by cutting the trees just before the injunction; and he had no business being on the campus trying to start a riot- if anybody were to urge on the bulldozers, it should have been the university administration...
...four-letter explanation. The characters don't even manage to stay pinned down. Drag Gibson is a primary colored capitalist- but suddenly he's doing things that scream Chicago in your ear. These things could make for a very annoying novel, creating blind paths that lead to nowhere, a riot just for the hell of it. Instead, however, you wind up with a strong, funny book that manages to make its own kind of sense. It works the way a poker game does, depending entirely on the player's tricks, timing, and style. The author of this tale...