Word: smalling
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...went to non-violence training sessions where leaders talked about Mace and tear gas and attack dogs; but sitting in the Dunster House small dining room, who could really believe...
...look at you, and orders are obviously orders, pretty much the way it stays all weekend, their inactivity ends the minute the fence is threatened. One aging flower child ("My name is earth") makes a preliminary assault, and for the first time the Mace comes out. They point the small brown bottles at your eyes and spray, and suddenly you forget about cutting any fence...
...weekend's most non-violent confrontation is along the access road. The cops stop for a minute at the end of the storage area, long enough that people have time to sit down. You're sitting in a small circle, 20 people arms around each other, singing. "Kumbayah," and "This Land is Your Land," and if there ever was a clearer picture of whistling in the dark you haven't seen it, but it helps. Too soon, the cops are coming again, but you don't get up, you just sit there. They reach the edge of the circle...
...soon came up against the reality that had also bedeviled its predecessor. We could not simply walk away from an enterprise involving two Administrations, five allied countries and 31,000 American dead as if we were switching a television channel. For a great power to abandon a small country to tyranny simply to obtain a respite from our own domestic travail seemed to me-and still seems to me-profoundly immoral and destructive of our efforts to build a new and ultimately more peaceful pattern of international relations. We could not revitalize the Atlantic Alliance if its governments were assailed...
...drive. After ten minutes, restless and wanting to confer more privately with Haig, I asked the driver to stop the car at a place where Haig and I could walk. He pulled over at a spot where the trees lining the road suddenly opened up to reveal a small lake. Picnickers were spreading out their food on checkered tablecloths; couples were lying under the trees. The sky had the mellow blue of the early French autumn. And none of these Parisians paid the slightest attention to this odd group of self-absorbed Americans who were walking along the narrow footpaths...