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THURSDAY, MAY 26, 1960 VOL. 7, NUMBER 29
East Side
J-By P. D.
"An Open Letter To ALL MEN OF CONSCIENCE" is
the title of the copy below; it was written by The Rev. Robert
Alexander of the Temple Of Man, Venice, California and
sent to me by Steve Allen. I'll not preach, but I will say I
thought enough of it to hold out of print some of my own
deathless prose so that I can pass the "open letter" along to
Do you know that the drug user in America represents
the most persecuted and oppressed minority group existing
in this country today? And that this minority has become the
popular scapegoat for politicians and authoritarians? The
medieval “witch hunt” has returned, but in all the cries of
protest and concern from public and press about the “dangers
of narcotics”, no one appears to give a damn about the true
sufferer, the narcotic user, who is caught in agonizing cross
fire between police and peddler, without recourse to humane
medical treatment.
Putting drug users in prison is inhumane and illogical,
an act of weakness and expediency. Prohibitions have never
been successful. Consider the “Great Experiment” of the
1920’s. Prohibitions do not solve the basic problems, but only
perpetuate them in their worst form, by giving the under
world an additional area of exploitation.
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not be found in punitive measures, but must be discovered
in the nature of the drug user himself. An emontionally sick
individual, already victimized by his own addiction, he is
further cheated and robbed by our insensitive and expedient
reasoning “Lock him up and he’ll learn”. This method simply
reinforces feelings already bitter and anti-social.
of the most emminent Doctors, Psychiatrists and Psycholo
gists agree. Must we always be 50 to 100 years behind our
finest, creative minds? Have we got the TIME?
Intelligent action is apparent. First, the profit must be
removed from the sale of Narcotic Drugs, by providing an
alternate legal recourse for addicts through Doctors or Med
ical agencies. Treatment must be made available at once,
possibly at Veterans Administration Hospitals, or other fac
ilities especially designed for this purpose. During this per
iod, the racketeering of narcotics must be crushed. We can
then establish, through treatment and clinical programs,
what the next step should be. But, for Man’s sake, under no
circumstances should a drug user be treated as a criminal for
the use of narcotic drugs.
If you have feeling for your fellow man, write your ad
ministrators at once! Ask vour Clergyman to add his voice
to this protest! IT IS NOT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR AC
A Book
Vorspan, Albert. Giants of Jus
tice: Great American Jews of this
century and their contributions
to social justice. New York:
Union of American Hebrew Con
gregations, and Thomas Y. Crow
ell Co., 260 pp., $3.75.
impressive book. It is the care
fully selective, extremely well
written record of the life and
thought of fourteen American
Jews, all either immigrants or
the children of immigrants, and
their important and extraordin
ary contributions to the cause of
American social justice.
The men and women dealt
with in the book are as follows:
Simon Wolf, Louis Brandeis,
Louis Marshall, Lillian Wald, Al
bert Einstein, Stephen Wise,
Henry Monsky, Henry Cohen,
Henrietta Szold, Edward Israel,
David Dubinsky, Samuel Mayer
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Herbert Lehman.
They came from widely vary
ing backgrounds. For instance,
Lillian Wald, who founded New
York City’s Henry Street Social
Work Organization, was a mem
ber of a wealthy upper-middle
class family; while David Dubin
sky, eventually president of the
International Ladies Garment
Workers Union, arrived in New
York at the age of seventeen writh
$20.00 in his pocket.
Their religious beliefs differed
greatly. Louis Marshall and
Henry Cohen were rabbis, while
Albert Einstein was member of
no organized religious group at
all. The lives of these men and
women likewise comprised a
fairly broad sweep of professions,
although most of them dealt to
a greater or lesser extent with
public affairs.
However, in spite of these di
vergences in background, train
ing, and personality, the people
Mr. Vorspan has chosen to dis
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Watch On The
Robt. G. Splvack
A “Tragedy” Of Errors — Ni
kita Khrushchev overplayed his
hand. There is no question of
that. No American, even those
most critical of the present Ad
ministration, can find delight in
seeing the President of the United
States abused, humiliated, snub
bed and dealt with as if he were
a defeated enemy.
If, as many suspect, Richard M.
Nixon will spend the months be
tween now and November “run
ning against” the Soviet Pre
mier no one need be surprised.
What else can Nixon do?
But to delude ourselves into
thinking this is any answer to the
debacle at Paris would be nation
al folly. The fact is that we play
ed it cute and we ended up out
smarting ourselves. The real
tragedy of the summit is that
there was no American position,
nothing had been thought out,
our delegates came ill-prepared
and we had to run for cover
when Khrushchev rained down
his torrent of insults.
No matter how the Republican
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Of Coarse, "Our Jungle Gem" Would Understand — 7
We have been following, with
considerable interest, recent re
ports in the newspapers on the
case of Hollywood writer Louis ]
Pollock. Mr. Pollock, it seems,]
was until five years ago a sue-;
cessful scriptwriter. Then all of
a sudden it appeared that he had j
lost either his writing touch or]
his luck, or both, for he could \
not sell a thing.
Recently, however, Mr. Pol- j
lock’s luck turned, for a producer
friend finally broke down and
told him his name was on the
Hollywood blacklist. After furth
er investigation, Mr. Pollock]
learned that five years earlier his
identity had been confused with
that of a man who had refused
to testify before the House Un
American Activities Committee—
a considerable confusion, since
the reluctant witness spelled his
last name with an “a” rather j
than an “o,” was actually a j
clothier rather than a writer, and
lived in a different city.
Once he learned the facts,
writer Pollock did succeed in!
getting things straightened out j
more or less satisfactorily. He'
managed to get a letter from the i
House committee, presumably j
certifying to the correct spelling]
of his name, and got himself ]
struck off the blacklist. Now he]
is in a position to sell scripts j
again, five years richer in ex
perience and five years poorer:
in income as a result of the mix
The first accounts of all this
appeared in the papers some
weeks age, and we have been
withholding our own comment
to see what apologists for the
blacklist might have to say on
the subject, beyond their usual
denial that the blacklist exists
at all, accompanied by the usual
affirmation that it is a good
thing anyway. If such explana
tory statements have appeared,
however, we missed them, and
we will have to proceed without
Mr. Pollock was, of course, the
victim of mistaken identity, and
there may be some who would
say such incidents are unfortu
nate but unavoidable, although
they would be unlikely to cite
the disreputable tag about not
being able to make an omelet
without breaking eggs. But to us
the Pollock case illustrates once
more the dangers of applying to
non-security areas what are es
sentially security measures. This
incident was especially news
worthy, of course, but it simply
dramatizes the fact that when
economic sanctions are applied
in cases like this, without any of
the protection normally offered
by due process of lawr, the result
is at best a dubious and risky
business. (The Commonwealth)
Mr. Pettis Wondered About—
There is much ado about one
Paul M. Bulter, a sort of non
conformist chairman of the Dem
ocratic National Committee. This
man Butler, from the former
Klan state of Indiana, won’t be
have. He is a stye in the eye of
many members of the Democratic
National Committee, particulary
those from the vote-cheating
states. Senator Eastland of Miss
issippi despises him. Likewise
Herman Talmadge of Georgia.
They and their ilk seem to think
they could run thinks their own
way if it were not for Paul
What’s wrong with the man?
Well, if you’ll keep it to yourself,
here’s the secret: these gentle
men like Eastland and Talmadge
and the other “manifestiers” a la
Dixie, have “a pig in a poke.”
Did you ever have “a pig in a
poke”? If you did, you know
what a job it is keeping “a pig
in a poke” even if noboby’s
botherin’ you. But suppose some
body is botherin’ you, and keeps
on sayin’: “Let the pig out, let
the pig out.” You’d get goldarned
mad, wouldn’t you? Well, Butler
is the guy who keeps on inter
ferin’ and sayin’, “You gotta let
that pig outta that poke.”
; Mr. Butler keeps yellin’, “Su
key, sukey. sukey!” and the pig
keeps scrambling like nobody’s
business. If you don’t know,
| “sukey” mean “be quiet and
| come on out.” Also, if you don’t
, know, the pig’s got quite a fancy
name: Civil Rights.
1 Butler remembers that the pig
got out of the poke in ’48 and
what happened.
But don’t think all the opposi
tion to Mr. Butler comes from
the land of cotton and corn pone.
There are many to whom PARTY
| UNITY is a greater god than
Eastern, Northern, Middle West
ern and Western Democrats. For
the sake of keeping “the party
I together,” ‘they would “just as
j lief” keep “the pig in the poke”
I and give Gadfly Butler the air.
i Y^ou can bet there’s going to
i be a fight. Butler is stubborn. He
has told the Southerners if they
| don’t come up with their share
! of the party expenses, he’s going
to give them the seats in the
rear at next summer’s conven
tion. And they insist that he let
them alone with their pig before
they’ll pay up. Quite a to-do!
i (W. L. Pettis in The Courier)
Mary Einsel
A treasury of the best of Har
per’s magazine (called GENTLE
DRELS) includes Sara Teasdale’s
poem, THE LOOK:
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.
Edward Durell Stone, one Of
A m e r i c a’s most distinguished
architects, writes in THIS WEEK
magazine: “Some 35 years ago,
when I decided to be an archi
tect, my older brother Hicks, who
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