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By Cindy Booker
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Rape - What You Don't Know Can Hurt You
Rape. Not a very pretty word or
thought of course, yet it is something
virtually every woman has thought
about at one time or another. Rape is
a horrible fear that smolders in the
minds of many women like a hot,
sweltering summer night.
The chances of a woman being
raped once in her lifetime is now one
in ten according to recent FBI
statistics. Of course, few women even
want to think about rape, but it seems
the more you know about it, the better
your chances are for avoiding it.
Which is why 1 cannot understand
the lack of publicity about two in
cidents —a rape and an attempted
rape which recently happened in
Carrollton. The only mention of the
assaults was on a newscast at WWGC,
the college radio station. Why' 1
Wouldn’t everyone agree that an in
formed woman is a better prepared
woman ’’ Any female from the ahges
of one to 100 can become a rape vic
tim. And, a rape occurs every six
minutes in some part of the United
States. So whv the lack of publicity’
A local law enforcement official
speculated that police and local media
must feel that if such incidents, no
matter how infrequent, are reported,
it might cause people to panic and
over react. He is wrong. The failure
to report such incidents leads to
rumors and rumors cause people to
panic.
1 don’t think that any woman could
ever over react to the possibility of
rape. The most that ayone could do
would be to take extra precautions 1
don’t think there is such a thing as be
ing TOO careful.
Draft Registration
Isn't Working
Draft registration isn’t working, ac
cording to some of the non-registrants
undergoing or awaiting prosecution.
The Government.can’t possibly
prosecute us all,” said Benjamin H.
Sasway of Vista, CA. Sasway was the
first indicted for non-registration, and
the second to be prosecuted.
•The trials are just a desperate
move to intimidate people into turning
themselves in and compromising
their moral and religious beliefs,”
said Russell Martin, another draft
resister, who was registered against
his will by a U.S. attorney in lowa. “A
few people are being crucified by an
agency that refused to admit defeat.”
The General Accounting Office’s
latest figures show over 700,000 non
registrants. This is more than 20
times the entire population of Federal
prisons. The overall compliance rate
with registration is 93 percent, accor
ding to Selective Service. This is well
below the 98 percent Selective Service
officials have said must be reached
for the system to be considered fair
and effective. Even at the height of
the Vietnam war, compliance with
draft registration never fell below 98
percent.
The current prosecutions will raise
the issue of illegal selective prosecu
tion, said Martin. “I’m going to be
prosecuted not because I didn’t
register for the draft, but because I
publicly pointed out the failure of the
program and the aggressive foreign
policy behind it,” he said. Martin was
re-elected this spring as student body
president of the University of Nor
thern lowa, in Cedar Falls.
“(Draft registration) is a political
law designed to force people into sup
porting policies that they would not
support otherwise. It has nothing to do
with national security,” said Martin.
“Non-registration forces a debate on
foreign policy.”
Other non-registrants agree. For
them, non-registration is an act of
conscience. “Draft registration is
preparation for war,” said Russell F.
Ford, who was imprisoned before his
trial when he refused bail. “I am not
willing to sign my life over to the
Government that brought us Vietnam,
Watergate and the Trident sub
marine. I am not willing to withhold
my protest... until the nuclear arms
race has reached its logical conclu
sion in a nuclear holocaust... I am
defending a view that wars, like
poverty and prison, are neither
Gripe, Gripe, Gripe
Gripe, gripe, gripe. You see it all
the time. We are always griping
about our empty letters section until it
fills up and then we gripe about the
content of the letters. We just like to
gripe- . „
Some of us even still believe in San
ta Claus. .
We just wanted you to know it. We
were afraid that we might have chas
ed away our writers by griping.
You see it’s lonely down in the Stu
dent Center Dungeon and sometimes
we wonder if there are even people on
campus. It’s hard to tell.
Last winter, I was leaving from
work in a small town where I live. It
was late at night. Just as I got out of
the city limits, I noticed a car that had
been following me and the driver
started flasing the lights. I pulled off
the road thinking that sometning was
wrong. My doors were locked, but I
rolled down my window. As an after
thought, I rolled it back up with only
about six inches nnen
A man walked up to my car and told
me that I had gas pouring out of the
back of my car. I had ito reason not to
believe him for I had just filled the car
with gas and thought something was
wrong with the gas tank. It was very
dark and 1 realy didn't want to get out
of the car when there was no one else
around.
I asked the man if he thought I could
make it back into town. He walked
around to the back of the car and
shook his head, “I don’t know, it's
pouring out all over back here. Come
back and look for yourself.” I didn’t
really want to get out so I started to
ask him again if he thought I could
make it back into town and before I
finished the sentence, he had his
hands in the opening of the window
trying fuiously to unlock the door,
while clawing at me with his other
hand. I was so frightened I couldn’t
even scream
I just couldn’t believe someone
would do something like that. Coming
from such a small town, I just thought
he was trying to help me. The amaz
ing thing about it was my
12—year—old brother, whom I had
just picked up from the skating rink.
The man saw him in the car next to
me but that didn’t stop him.
necessary nor inevitable. They tran
sgress the human spirit and ought to
be abolished,” he said.
The Internal Revenue Service is
helping Selective Service to enforce
registration. In mid-August, IRS
mailed warning letters to an initial
33,000 suspected non-regsitrants bom
in 1963, said Roscoe L. Egger Jr.,
Commissioner of Internal Revenue.
These names were drawn from a list
of 250,000 names IRS found by check
ing its files with Selective Service lists
of non-registrants. Egger said IRS
planned to mail notices to the others,
and later provide up to 200 names to
Selective Service. These, he said,
“will be selected on a random basis"
from those who fail to register after
receiving warnings mailed by IRS.
In late August, an amendent spon
sored by Sen. Hayakawa (R-CA) and
Rep. Solomon (R-NY) to the Defense
Authorization Bill had passed both
houses of Congress and was before
President Reagan. The bill would re
quire male college students applying
for grants and loans through the
Government to prove that they have
registered for the draft. Some lawyers
question the constitutionality of such
legislation. “This is certain to
generate some lawsuits,” said Irvin
Bomberger of the National Inter
religious Service Board for Con
scientious Objectors (NISBCO). Draft
resister Martin, however, said these
governmental efforts “Show what a
total failure the (registration) pro
gram is, in terms of enforcement:
they have to go outside the existing
law to enforce it.”
Jim Feldman, staff lawyer for
CCCO, the country’s largest agency
for draft and military counseling, said
a private non-registrant’s chance of
being prosecusted for non
registration is slim less than one in
1000 —but present. It is now Justice
Department policy not to prosecute if
the resister registers before indict
ment. “Those willing to risk prosecu
tion should know that there are legal
defenses that can be made, and it may
be difficult for the Government to pro
ve its case,” said Feldman. CCCO was
founded in 1948 as the Central Com
mittee for Conscientious Objectors.
Since then it has served continuously
as a national, non-profit agency
counseling young Americans facing
the prospect of military service, and
those already in the military.
We are here. And we know you are
out there somewhere. If we touch a
hot spot, maybe, make you happy,
we’d like to know.
The West Georgian welcomes let
ters from any and everyone who feels
the need to comment on the subject
matter of the paper or on a problem
he or she is faced with.As long as you
don’t exceed the word limit and you
sign your name and make sure it is
possible to get in touch with you, we
don’t care what you write about.
My brother reached over and put
the car in drive and stepped on the
gas. (The engine was still running.)
That jerked the jerk's hands out of the
window. As we drove away, we tried
to get the license number, but it was
too dark. I went back into town and
called the Dolice.
I later found out that there had been
several rapes in town that same week.
Believe me, had I known that, I pro
bably wouldn’t have stopped for
anybody. The traumatic experience
still sends shivers up my spine and
has left emotional scars. I owe my life
to my quick—thinking little brother.
May people believe that in isolated
cases, a lot of publicity about rape is
doing more harm than good——that it
will cause undue panic. Well, how
many “isolated” cases have to occur
before there are enough to make the
public aware of what's happening in
our community? Doesn’t the com
munity have the right to know so they
can be better prepared? I think so,
especially in Carrollton, a college
town, where students are often
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To Crabby,
Man Crabby! He used to be such a
nice guy. He used to be a really good
friend. But since he moved in, he’s
just been a pain in the ass.
It started a few weeks ago when he
started wanting me to wash the dishes
after using them. Man! I mean what
the Hell is wrong with leaving them in
the sink for a week or two? They don't
get to smelling too bad. Besides, the
trash on the floor surrounding the
trash can smells worse than the
dishes do, anyway.
And the trash! Man! Now he wants
it taken out whenever the can gets
full. Big Deal. Who the Hell Cares. It’s
just trash. It itn’t gonna sneak up in
the middle of the night and bite your
willie off. Man!
And last week I was doing my mon
thly laundry and he did his at the
same time (he does his once a week
can you imagine that?) and he started
laughing like a hyena and making fun
of me because I don’t fold my clothes
and he made some stupid-ass, high
handed comment like, “I always
wondered why you dressed like a
crumpled up Kleenex.”
Man! Can you imagine saying that (
So, being the friendly, reglar’ kinda’
guy that I am, as conciliatory effort
(he has done some good like teaching
me some big words like conciliartory)
I painted his chair purple for him that
he’s always said he wanted painted.
He didn’t even depreciated it at all.
He made another smart-ass comment
like, “Are you crazy, Harold!? Are
you out of your ever lovin’ fuchsia
mind?! You’re just a no-good, dumb
sloth.”
Well, I don’t know what ‘fuchsia’
means, but if it means what it sounds
like, he can just fuchsia off and move
out! And besides, I’m a no-good,
dumb prostitute!
And besides, he’s been bringing
more girls home than me lately and I
don’t like it. Crabby, you better give
him some help because he needs it.
Disturbed,
Harassed Harold
Letters
Thanks, Jeff
Dear Editor:
Thank you, Jeff Broadhurst for in
forming us how many unlucky souls
found greetings from Public Safety at
tached to their mirrors during the
first week of school. For your next
assignment why don’t you find out
how many green sheets have been
issued in Watson Hall since the begin
ning of the quarter? The totals of each
are probably near equal since a few of
the R.A.’s are apparently under the
impression that they must fill a quota.
I am starting to wonder if they set up
traps on the stairs to catch people
violating curfew hours like a speed
trap.
Last week while a male friend was
visiting, I consciously checked the
time to insure that he was out of the
building by midnight. Being polite, I
carefree and feel relatively safe. On
campus, there are girls that are out
by themselves after dark all the time,
and the campus isn’t very well il
luminated.
Jeff May, assistant chief of public
safety, annually holds rape preven
tion seminars on campus in many
female residence halls. However, in
the past, turnout has been somewhat
dissappointing. He will hold his first
conference in Boykin Hall, October 19,
at 7:00. I know most of you don’t even
want to think about rape, but like I
said, the more you know about how it
happens, the better your chances are
for avoiding it.
I am shocked that so little publicity
has been directed toward the recent
sexual assaults. Contrary to the
popular thought "she asked for it”,
rape can happen to anyone, aywhere,
anytime. The Carrollton public
should be told about the recent rape
case. Maybe, just maybe, it would
help someone else from being a
statistic.
Dear Crabby
By Uncle Crabby
Gloomy Roomies
Dear Harassed Harold,
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Dear Crabby,
I need some help. My roommate
does not understand me. All I want
him to do is what I want him to do.
After all, it is the best thing for him
the idiot! If he would just do what I
tell him to do, he would be a much bet
ter person.
I just want to improve him,
sophisticate him.
One thing I want him to do is his
damn dishes. By the time he gets
around to doing them, they are piled
to such a high altitude in the sink that
the roaches climbing to the top suffer
shortness of breath from oxygen thin
ning and the vertigo they suffer top
ples them into the coffee pot. And so
what if some of the dishes are mine;
he can do those, too. It would help if he
would use some dishwashing liquid,
too.
Jesus Christ, Crabby, the dish situa
tion is so bad that the putrid procelain
seven smells more disgusting than the
trash on the floor.
So he leaves all this mess lying
around and then he has the nerve to
gripe about me not flushing the toilet.
Damn, I’m just trying to save us some
money on the water bill. Jesus Christ!
He is so damn unaoDreciative.
He is such a sloth. When he blows
his nose (usually he waits until it is
dripping off his lip) he sounds like the
Queen Mary’s foghorn; and then he’ll
turn right around, with unmitigated
gall, and make fun of me for the way I
laugh. He says I laugh like a hyena.
What a sloth.
The he has the audacity to act like
my furniture is his. Why, just the
other day he painted by chair a horrid
sickening purple. It is my chair, I
found it in the garbage dump and I
never once said I wanted it painted
waited for a break in the conversation
to escort him out. Unfortunately, we
were stopped on the second floor
stairs by two eager, authoritative
R.A.’s at 12:02. Realizing they were
only doing their duty, I willingly ac
cepted my fate.
Now let’s be realistic, some leeway
should be observed for at least five
minutes after curfew to compensate
for any time discrepancy between the
R.A.’s watch and the resident’s. Or
maybe they would rather try to syn
chronize every watch and clock on
campus.
Enough said. I will proceed to my
hearing and receive my oral andor
written reprimand. (Surely this will
not result in expulsion). Meanwhile I
am working on anew invention an
R.A. detector similar to a radar detec
tor.
Disgusted Watson
Resident,
Marlene Haney
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 12, 1982 THE WEST GEORGIAN-
Bikes And Cycles
The pedals turn and the breeze lifts
your hair. The cool air feels good in
the lungs and the ride from home has
been invigorating. You’ve been pedal
ing hard because you’re almost late
for class.
You reach the bike rack only to
find that there is no room in the inn,
er, rack. You push the bike around a
little bit and finally find a spot by a
lamp post and lock your bike there.
(You certainly didn’t lock it to a tree
vou might get ticketed that way.)
Or, scene two, you ride up into the
lot, the cycle sputtering between your
legs. And the motorcycle spots are
taken. So you pull into a regular spot
and take your helmet off. (You didn’t
park beside your buddy in the same
regular spot vou’d get a ticket.)
And then the next car owner comes
up and tries to park in that space and
curses you loudly. (You’re all late for
class now.)
Bikes and cycles are squeezed even 1
tighter than cars in the lots on cam-'
pus, but the problem is only seasonal, 1
says Public Safety. And we shouldn’t 1
worry about it much. Just wait; it’ll’
clear up in a month or so.
although I was going to paint it
anyway. But I thought chartreuse
more appropriate.
He is such a sloppy dresser, too. He
looks like a crumbled up Kleenex; it is
so funny looking sometimes I just
crack, up from glancing at him.
Maybe that’s why he gets more girls
than Ido they probably think he’s
funny.
But the boy needs help, Crabby. Is
there anything I can do to make him
grow up before I have to kick him out?
Distressed,
Weary William
Dear Weary William,
Yes. There is something you can ao.
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Dear Crabby,
Everybody’s getting so bitchy late
ly! I don’t understand it. Even my
best friend acts as if she doesn’t like
my anymore. Why, just the other day
she got mad at me because I told her
to give me back my pink eye shadow,
hot curlers, wine glasses, khaki
shorts, panties with the hearts and
pillows from Hawaii that I loaned her.
What a bitch! The she made me
give her back her copy of Harlequin
Romance’s Romance With Spike, her
bun warmer, her pickles, her Tom
Selick poster and her Playgirls.
Anyway, Crabby, my problem is
that everybody’s acting bitchy lately
and calling me a bitch in the process.
Just because I told my best friend
(her name is Margot) that her
boyfriend was messing around with
two of the ex-cheerleaders (I tried out
for the cheerleaders but when they
posted the ‘had made it’ list and I
noticed that they had mistakenly left
my name off, I quit) and that he once
made a pass at me (I’ll never put his
hand on my thigh again) she got mad
ly angry at me and said she didn’t
want to see me anymore. But first she
asked if he had done, ah, anything. So
to get her back for being nosey, prying
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But what about now?
If the problem is temporary, then
couldn’t we set up a temporary solu
tion?
Or shall we wait until next fall
before we even think about solving the
problem?
Do you suppose with less cash and
more students, more bikers and
cyclists will ride longer say even
this quarter?
Oh, we don’t know. Maybe everyone
should forget about it. What are a few
stolen bikes and a few squashed
motorcycles worth to anyone but the
guy who lost out?
On second thought, since bikers and
cyclists only ride during certain
weather conditions, why don’t we just
scrap all the bike racks and do away
with all the motorcycle parking
spaces.
Then not only would bikers and
cyclists have to worry about the
drivers who don’t believe anything
should be on the road if it’s not big
enough to squash a pedestrian flat,
but they’d all have to worry about the
■ theives and the cars when their bikes
[were parked. Maybe we’d get rid of a
few of them.
into my personal life, I told her, “well
I now know where that birthmark you
told me about is.”
And then just the other day, My
God! I remember it just like it was
yesterday, I walked up to a group of
my sorority sisters and they all scat
tered as soon as I opened my mouth. I
mean really! How rude! Just because
I was disgusted at the clothes they
were wearing. Geeeez!
So Crabby, what am I going to do to
get back in the good graces of those
bitches I mistakenly call friends? Just
because they can be so stupid when
they disagree with me, just because
they don’t keep up with
Cosmopolitan’s fashions, just because
their hairdos are all so grody, they
think they can all turn their noses up
at me higher than I can turn mine up
towards them. Still, I do wish I had a
friend. But then I think how they all
talk behind people’s backs; why, just
the other day I was eavesdropping in
the library, and I was appalled, simp
ly appalled, at what they were saying
about the disgusting, simply
disgusting things they did with some
football players. Why let me just tell
you something Crabby
EDITOR’S NOTE: THE REST OF
THE LETTER HAS BEEN EDITED
TO PRECLUDE ANY LAW SUITS.
Sincerely
Ivet Me Just Tell You Something Crab
by
Dear I vet Me Just Tell You Something
Crabby,
You know, young lady, I just don’t
understand how all you empty
headed, assine, conceited, bitchy,
thoroughly unconscious and incon
siderate people can say such terrible
things about each other. Didn’t any of
you ever learn the adage “if you can’t
say something nice about someone,
don’t say anything at all,” you bunch
of twirps? You should go see William
and Harold, young lady. Then you
could all be “bitch buddies.”
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