Word: strikingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...remember the poster which said: "STRIKE FOR THE SIX DEMANDS STRIKE BECAUSE YOU HATE COPS . . . STRIKE TO SEIZE CONTROL OF YOUR LIFE STRIKE TO BECOME MORE HUMAN . . . STRIKE TO MAKE YOURSELF FREE STRIKE TO ABOLISH ROTC STRIKE BECAUSE THEY ARE TRYING TO SQUEEZE THE LIFE OUT OF YOU STRIKE?" It defines...
...arrogance involved in believing that one is qualified to set up etxernal conditions which will allow another man to humanize himself is even greater. To justify disruption, the romantic must subscribe to the unlikely argument that undergraduates have been in some psychological sense blind, and that once a strike ends, they will emerge greatly changed...
...COURSE, the strike doesn't have to end. Maybe we should create the campus equivalent of perpetual revolution, a third act to "Marat/Sade" as it were. My own guess is that even the most devoted romantic found the past two weeks taxing, even boring. You get nervous, you can't be alone when you walk the streets, you hear someone mention "confrontation" or "sincerity" and you want to put your hands on your ears and run and run and run. I believe it was George Orwell who said that the problem with socialism is that it takes up too many...
...even rain could dampen the fires of militancy. On Wednesday, 50 members of Harvard's Afro and Afro-American Society marched around University Hall, shouting under the drizzle, "Hey, hey, we're all on strike. Four times. Strike, strike, strike, strike!" Some walking barefoot, they called up to students in the dormitories to join them. Filtering through the stalled traffic of Harvard Square, the marchers wound up in front of President Pusey's house on Quincy Street. There they observed a shouted exhortation to "have a moment of meditation for the outgoing president and fellows...
...week ended with the student vote to suspend the strike, tension suddenly deflated like air rushing from a balloon. Students applauded in relief when the Harvard stadium meeting was adjourned. As the crowd moved to the exits, a few undergraduates started tossing a football around. Others quietly fashioned paper planes from Old Mole. With a track meet scheduled for the next morning, someone asked students over a loudspeaker to stay off the field lest they tear up the cinders-and they did. As they trooped back across the Charles to the houses, there was the appealing prospect of a weekend...