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llorC OF TI-l llfCAR m ... r,o"' H i Fol ks! This is t he last issue of the EYE OF THE BEAST for 1970. The end of the drawing near, and we have to build a defense for Fred and Bill so Herbi e Wunderful can't bounce them out of school, and w e need to reorganize, ahd we want to recruit more staffers, and we need to raise more money, and we have to find a place for the Beast cause we've been evicted, and we need smoke some more killer weed, and we want to set up a better distribution network, and we_ need to expand the paper to incorporate of view, and on, and on. But, fear, the EYE OF THE BEAST wi 11 be on streets again-earTy-rn January, 1971! MAKE A NEW YEAR 1 S The Beast ran into some problems during its first few months in existence. The content was one. We wanted to incorporate many points of view as were consistent with our aim: to initiate humane social change by building an aware readership into a movement. We seldom go the breadth and depth we hoped for the staff was too small and homogeneous, the paper had too little space for commentary and features, reader reaction and participation was minimal. Another problem was the lack of an appropriate place for the paper. We used our house things got mighty hectic on week ends (paper make-up days), there was no p 1 ace where peop 1 e cou l d come to read and rap at their and our convience, we've been evicted, there wasn't room or money for a dark room, etc. The third problem was the lack of a distribution s ystem. W e w an ted as varied a reader ship as possible w e distributed m os t of t h e paper s at USF, h i g h school distri b utor s w e r e hassled b y their principal s so w e l os t most of them, we put a few pape r s in head s h ops and hip-rip joint s w e ga v e away a few copies at the Rowlett Park Jams. Surprisingly, money was only one of the many problems We DO need more money. We panhandled as we distributed the Beast, w e contacted our monied friends for some cash, we sold subscriptions, we threw a dance at USF. Besides the normal day-to-day hassles th that everyone experiences living in the Beast, These are our major problems. While they may seefu insurmountable, the EYE OF THE BEAST will continue to grow and thrive::.-with a little help from our friends! So, send us advice, money, poetry, articles, art, a filing cabinet, an enlarger, etc And. finally, help work the paper, distribute it, tell us happening, stop by to talk, ask, criticize-SUPPORT THE BEAST!!! See everybody next year. CITY _______ Zlf' abb ie--U. of F. 8east photoe ttAnd I told 'em Tampa is the Yippie capito.l. of the world.tt 11You from Tam pa ? Y e ah I read about you guys in Rome.tt 11Alienate the piss out of 'em-that's the only way to reach 'em,tt FREE STORE 8323 NEBRASKA For Sale? E verything Free! The Fr ee Store 1s now open at a new location: 832 3 Nebra sk a A ve. A 11 are invited to come in and browse. T ak e what you need, and bring in what you don't. Suppor t y our community! Free, Free, Free, STP T h e Tampa-U S F community i s still i n its infa n c y Whil e on t h e s urface, i t would a p pear that w e a r e beginni n g t o get ou r s hi t tog ether, w e really h ave a long way t o go. S e v e r a l o f t h e pe ople's a lternati ves h ave been c reated ; oth e r a lternatives rem ain as ideas! The Eye o f the B e ast has been s t a rted but i s h aving its own share of t roubles. The Free Kitc h e n has be e n form e d and ha s been op e r ating over two mon_ths now. The Kitche n serves d aily at 5 P M at the Epi s co pal Student Center at USF. Everyone is invite d to come and share a m eal with us. The Kitchen needs volunteers to cook and take a turn at clean-up. There are those in the Hyde Park area that need Free Kitchen. Until we can get one set up there, you'll have to organize car pools to get out here. The Kitchen survives on donations. Mail to Free Kitchen, CTR Box 2553, USF, Tampa or call 988-6928 or 971-0913. The Free Store is now in operation. Its new location is 8323 Nebraska Ave in Tampa. The store needs donations including clothes, furniture, appliances, toys, records, books, rent money; anything will be accepted. Donations can be dropped off at the store or the garage at 1105 River Cove Or. in the Springs. Pick-up can be arranged by calling a message in t o 935-3220. Everyone is invited to come by. 11Take what you need and leave t h e resttt, The Fre e University has been organized and will b egin operation in January. Courses offer e d include e verything from art s and crafts t o s ur vival t o R evolution. The Free U i s still l ooking for m or:e teach e rs, name your s ubj e ct. The Free' u w ill obviously need mon ey to print its catalog, so don ations will be accepted. Schoo l wil l b e o pe n t o alll student and non -student, the only r e quire m ent being interest. Look for t h e cata log s bein g distribut ed at USF during registratio n of Quarter II. Cata l o gs a n d informatio n can be obtained an d money s ent to t h e Free University, CTR Box 2553 USF, Tampa. A Legal defense fund has been s e t UP. by t he S tudent American Civil Liberties Union at USF. Lawyers h a v e been arranged and money" is being collected for bail and other legal expenses. SACLU has not yet arranged a phone, but they can be contacted t hrough SACLU, CTR Box 2553 USF, Tampa. The week ly Sunday things at People's Par k are the most together thing we've done yet. Everyone is invited to Rowlett Park every Sunday your family and friens. Free music is cool but lets not forget that certain bands and are struggling for existence too. Let's try to get money, food and dope to them, They must live too! The alternatives listed above are real, they exist. But they all need help. Serving the people (STP) is a nice sounding expression, but for STP to work properly, it means all the people serving each other and it does not mean 25-30 people serving hundreds. The Eye of the Beast, Free Kitchen, Free Store, Legal Defense Fund, Free University all need help. They all need people, money, community support. They need you. Future needs include: Day Care Centers, Food Co-Ops, a People's Bookstore and Library and a -Free Medical Center. The Eye of the Beast has information and wilt turn people to the skills and info necessary for these projects. But these projects wi 11 remain ideas until people come forward to take the responsibility and expend the energy to make them real. We're not going to win anyone over to our way of life if all we offer is buttshit sessions about ttgetting it together11 It's time to stop talking about alternatives, communes, collectives, and co-ops and start doing them. ')ERVE THE PEOPLE. mm?.NUt CONTINUOU S PERF ORMANCE S -.... :
r A BLACK WOMAN SPEAKS OF WHITE WOMANHOOD GREAT SPECKLED BIRD/LNS It is right that I a woman black, should speak of white womanhood. My fathers my brothers my husbands my sons die for i .t;. because of it. And their blood chilled in electric chairs, stopped by hangman's noose, cooked by lynch mobs1 fire, spilled by white supremacist mad desire to kill for profit, gives me that right. I would that I could speak of white womanhood as it will and should be ., when it stands tall in full eguality. But then, womanhood wi 1 be womanhood void of color and of class, and all necessity for my speaking thus will pe past. Gladly past. But now, since 1tis deemed a thing apart supreme, J must in searching report how it seems to me. White womanhood stands in bloodied skirt and willing slavery reaching out adulterous hand killing mine and crushing me. What then is this superior thing that in order be sustained must feed upon my flesh? How came this horror to be? Lets look to history. They said, the white supremacist said that you were better than me, that your fair brow should never know the sweat of slavery. They lied. White womanhood too is the difference is degree. They brought me here in chains. They brought you here willing slaves to man. You, shiploads of women each filled with hope that she might win ru.y lip an4 suey curl and bright and flashing eye him to wife who had the 1..-,.st Remember? they sold you even as they_sold me. My sisters, there is no room for If they counted my .. th they di ff appraise y ...... and so li!J you to the hf !MS t ltfthler the same as I. AIM yau did not filM fer r''fMi tie choose wh0111 you wou 1 d tl but for whatever ltvtern IM"lCII that was the tenw you were sold to a strange 's in a s ,tr anger 1 ana rM!e!RBer? And you did not fight. Mind you, I speak not mockingly but I fought for freedom, I1m fighting now for our unity. We are women all, and what wrongs you murders me and eventually marks your grave s o we share a mutual death at the hand of tyranny. They trapped me with the chain and gun. They trapped you with lying tongue. For, Jess you see that fault--that male villainy that robbed you of. name, voice and authority, that greed that wasted you and me, he, the white supremacist, fixed your m i nds with poisonous thought: "white skin is supreme.11 and therewith bought that monstrous change exiling' you to things. Changed all that nature had in you wrought of gentle usefulness, abolishing your spri g. Tore out your heart, N set your good apart from all that you could say, think, feel, know to right. And you did not fight, but set your minds fast on my slavery the better to endure your own. 'Tis true my pearls were beads of sweat wrung from weary bodies pain, instead of rings my hands I wore swollen, bursting veins. My ornaments were the whip-1ash1s scar my a tear. Instead of paint and powder on my face I wore a solid mask of fear to see my blood so spilled. And you, women seeing spoke no protest but cuddled down in your pink slavery and thought somehow m y wasted bl ood confirmed your superiority. yQ r necklace was of gold I'IEI ooti-ce that' it throttled speech. diamond rings bedecked your hands not regret their dictated idleness ? cuhl yetr see that the platin' lets which gracea yeur wri st.s were cna t, o '-ii'Mii ,_ fut t ec..._ic slav-er.y. ,_ clet.4,..,. husbiM'1C!I1s n_. t 4 net commanff his fidelity. e ves nor FRUSTRATION Unfair reality struck him in the face; Blown to hell in an eye wink before the dawn of a new being. He eradicated his past and shot forth the fruit and cursed the earth. -sagitta 524 BURNING EARTH Burning earth, you touch my mind. Through the smoke and fire I see your desire. Speak whi 1 e .the ocean me 1 ts. soon your wings will be free. Watch for me over a cloud. Miles from now we burn together. -sagitta 524 and spoke no reproach Consoled your outrage with an added diamond brooch. Oh, God, how great is a woman1s fear who for a stone a cold, cold stone would not defend honor, love or dignity! You bore the damning mockery of your mar: riage and heaped your hate on me, a woman too, a slave more so. And when your husband disowned his seed that was my son and sold him apart from me you fe 1 t avenged. Understand: I was not your enemy in this, I was not the source of your distress. I was your friend, I fought. But you would not help.me fight thinking you helP. e d onl y me. Your deceived d yes seei'ng only my s 1 avery aided yo r own deoa,y'. Yes, they condemne6 me to death and they condem1led you to decay. Your heart whisKed consumed in hate, used up in idleness plcying yet the .lady's part estranged to vantty. It is justice to you to say your feur equaled your tyranny. You were afraid to nurse your young lest fallen breast offend your master's sight and he should flee to firmer loveliness. And so you passed them, your children, on to me. Flesh that was your flesh and blood was your blood drank the sustenance of life from me. And as I gave suckle I knew I nursed my own child's enemy. I cou 1 d have 1 i ed, told you your child was fed till it was d e ad of hung-er. But J could not find the heart to kill orphaned For as it fed, it smiled and burped and gurgled with content and as for color no difference. Yes, in that first while I kept your sons apd daughters alive. But when they grew strong in blood and bone that was of my mil ye.. tautf'tt them to Put your decay hearts and upon heir lips so that atr.ntth t was of myself tU1"ne .. iiA4 spat upon me, despoilee my daughters, and killed my sons. You kftew I speak true. th;s is not true all of you. When I bestirred myself freedom ana ed tRe ay folk song My mother gave me a nickel, To buy a pickle, I didn't b'uy no pickle, It cost a quarter. --anonymous (LNS)
To my sisters: By Debby Amico (Up from Under/LNS) We are the invisible women, the faceless women, the nameless women the female half of the silent majority, the female half of the ugly Americans) the smallest part of the 'IJittle people.11 No one photographs us, no one writes about us, no one puts us on TV. No one says we are beautiful, no one say we are important, very few like to recognize that we are here. We are the poor and working class white W?ffien of America, and we are cruelly and systematically ignored. All our liv.es we have told, sometimes subtly, sometimes not so Ubtly, that we are not worth very muCh. --Ttri s message has been put across to me, white werking class woman all my I i fe. I think the time has come to speak out against these insults, and so I have deci to write about parts of my life and my 1deas. I am doing this for all my sisters who have been made feel that they are not worth writing about, and for all those peo who have to be convinced of poor white ex1stence, those samepeople who told us that because we are white our Jives are the same as those of the middle and upper -class. When I was in the second grade, we were given a sample aptitude test to us to the test-taking rut that would ul .timately determine whether we would be programned toward college or' a dead-end job. After we had answered several multiple-'choice questions, the teacher h ad us check our al)swers against the 11right11 ones. One of the questions pictured a man in overalls. The question read: "Which man is going to work." The 11correct11 answer was: the man in the suit. I can still remember the shame that came with the that what went on in my home was marked 11incorrect.11 I responded the way oppressed people often .pond--secretly hating myself and my family. I remember constantly begging my father on a suit--my father who worked an average of 65 to 80 hours a week driving trucks, checking out groceries in a supermarkdt, and doing any of the deadening jobs which came his way. .. My mother didn't escape my judgements The unreal Dick, Jane and Sally world our schoolbooks presented as the 11r i ght11 way of 1i fe, enforced by TV and middle-class schoolmates' homes, made me viciously attack her gramnar whenever she spoke and ask her questions like: "How come never wear dresses or get your hair one?11 The world of my h "ome gave me concrete 'answers: at the time my mother had three kids in diapers and another on the way, hardly a life-style that called for a well-dressed mannikin. But the die-class world of America was bigger than my home and I was overcome by its judgements. As I went on through school, I continued to be taught about an America that had little to do with me. The picture of Amer ican live drawn in history books was almost always a comfortable one, with the exception of wars and the ships which the middle class participated in and thus wanted to tald about.) Working class sisters, wake up! Black were not the only ones left out of h istory books. George Washington is no relat1ve_of yours; neither is" Henry Ford, or Ni JiOnand Agnew. Whi 1 e George Wash. i ng ton was relax. irig at his Mt. Vernon estate, your ancestors may have been among the twothirds majority of white settlers who served as indentured servants for Master George and others like him. They may have been servants who were kidnapped from the slums of England and Ireland and brought here in chains to sold to the highest "bidder. Your grandmother might have been one of the "huddled masses yearning to breathe free11 who came to America and wound up in a tenement where free air never blew, working from can see to can't see, made to feel alien and ashamed of an Old World culture infinitely more alive and colorful than the drab puritan "Mr. Clean" ways of America. I have listened to the old folks in my tt.mi 1 y ta 1 k about how they "came over," a nd how survived, the first Italians in an all-Irish neighborhood. That is my history. While Mr. Pullman was amassing his fortune, our people were fighting and dying for the rights of working men and women, our people were being shot and beaten for what they believed. I was not taught this in school but learned it later on.my own. In high school I continued to learn middleclass ways. I spent years learning to talk I ike them, eat 1 ike them, look I ike them. I learned a language that had little to do with my life or the lives of my family and fellow workers. At the same time that books were delug-. ing me with middle-class culture, I began to feel the pinch of unworthiness, in other ways. I attended a parochial high school for one year which was upper middle class dominated. If your family had no influential friends to take out $50 ads in the you were punished--shame on you! they said, for your failure to measure up in America, shame on you because you haven't_made it in the land of the free and the "hOme or the brave. During my high school years I entered the great rat race of women who were dedicated to snagging any and all men considered desirable. I was again led by middle class values, and so I rejected the knit-shirted, 11greasy11-haired dark-skinned I grew up with and made a mad for the Brylcreem man. All the while, of course, feeling I could never get him, because I wasn't in the Brylcreem commercial. I read all the middle-class fashion and glamour magazines and tried to look like the people who were able to loo k that way because of a life style that in a closet full of clothes I couldn't afford and a leisurely existence that allowed them to look cool and unruffled all the time. And there I was working in a luncheonette--so shabby I never mentioned it to lousy $6.00 a Saturday that I imnediatedly spent in vain efforts to make mysel f look 11acceptable. D ur ing the day I gossiped condescendingr y-aoout-the way people dressed, playing at being the glorious magazine girl, and at night I s _ulke d off to the phone company to b e bitten by cord lice and told all night that l was either very slow or innately stupid. And people, in social and job situations, have been saying that ever since. In social situations it is said as I sit quietly by and watch well-dressed, slick, confident women of the upper classes, America's idea of beauty, steal the eyes, applause and image of woman away from me. It is said in many ways on the jobc at my last job I was mimeographer at a school, a "lib eral progressive" school a t tha't. I once spoke up at a staff meeting and the first remark to follow the stunned silence was "Why doesn't someone put her on the facul ty?" Yes, put me among the educated middle class because you absolutely can't deal with a worker who thinks and has ideas. After I mentioned this I was told it'was a compliment, and that I should be grate ful. Grateful that they thought I was as good as them. At the same school I was once asked, 11Are you the switchboard?" Naturally--since we are looked on as extensions of the machines we operate, not as human beings. What all this has done is to create in us a deep, deep sense of unworthiness, a sense _S"o deep it dooms us. I have a thirteen year old friend who is we1 1 on the way tP Jjfe either in prfson or on heroin. as a people, have nothing that says to him, 11You shouldn't ruin your life. You're. a good, worth-whileperson.'' If ... or when he does go to jail, there will be no Black Muslims to tell him he is a worthwhile person just because of what he is. No one will be there to give him the respect and support of an alternate ture that respects what he is. That is what the judgement of middle class America has done to us. Why has this happened to us? It has happened because we believed in the can dream, in the dream that anyone can be anything if he only tries, works hard, and if he doesn't make it it's only because something about him is"rotten. Since we don't have much to begin with, we're made to feel we don't de serve much. And we believe it-ev e n though the truth of our lives tells us that we have worked, and damned hard, but we still didn't have the kinds of lives we read about and saw on TV. And America has kept us out of magazines and off 1V because our faces and voices are full of this truth. We have hate d black people, but we have hated ourselves more. By believin g black people to be inferior, we have kept the truth about ourselves from each other--that the people who h a ve the power and money in America never intend to raise our incomes or those of black people, not because we aren't worthy, but because it would cut into their profits to do so. We believed black people were so inferior that they weren't supposed to make it-we believed we were superior and co u ld make it--but we never did and we blame ourselves. As white people who haven't made it, we _are the'living proof of the Ameri can lie and we hate ourselves for it. What can we do about all this? As poor and working class women, we can start ask-ing ourselves what is wrong with America and stop asking what is wrong with.ourselves. In a cui ture where women are often judged by beauty alone, standards of beauty do not fit us. We, as ourselves, as we go to work or wash dishes, dailY lives, are never called beautiful. Black women have told themselves that they are beautiful in their natural lives, and we need to do the same for ourselves. We must begin to see ourselves as beautiful in our ability to work, to endure, in our plain honest lives, and we must s top aspiring to a false eyelash that is not and has never been for us. We not the women in Vogue, Glamour or As the World Turns, nor should we want to be. We are the women whohave dealt all our lives with the truths and tragedies of real life, because we have never had the option of the armchair-beautiful-people existence. We are the people who have no maids or therapists to dump our troubles on. We know what it is to work hard and we are not guilty of wearing silks while others rags. We should never admire the women in Vogue, because there is something undeniably ugly about women who wear minks -while others can't afford shoes--and no amount of $20 an ounce make-up can hide that I of ugllness. We must start learning that other people have been victims of this middle class cul-ture aping the rich. Black and Puerto Rican, Mexican and Indian, Chinese and Japanese people have had their. true history concealed and their faces scorned by TV and magazines. We must see that those who share the hardships we share are not the shite middle and upper classes, but the black and brown people who work at our sides. As white working class and poor people we must begin to be pr oud of ourselves, our hjstories, and each other; we must unite and support ourselves as a people. Once we respect ourselves, we wi 11 find it rie-: cessary to struggle wjth a society and with jobs which tell us we are worthless. In that struggle we will Jearn that the anger of black and brown people which we have feared for so long has the same direction as our anger, that their enemies are our enemies, and their fight our fight. 1 .; 1 4 i t ... i J : f t I .. t
r f Jsrt doWDill a stralgbt hair. Croee your legs at 1e ankles and keep JOur :leel pre111ed together. 1, .'ry to do thla whlle you're >avlng a conversation with 10meone, but pay attention at all timea to keeping your lalee preaaed tlgbtly together, 4. .Sit comfortably on th e !loor. Imagine that you ar(' wearing a dress and thal everyonE' In the room wants to see your underwear. Arrange your legs so that no one can 11ee. Sit like th"' for a long time without changing your posi tion, .Bend down to pick up an object !rom the !loor. Each time you bend remember to bend your knees so that your rear end doesn't stick up, and place one hand on your shirtfront to hold it to your chest. Thla exerclae sim ulates th e experience of a woman In a short, lownecked dresa bending over. 5. down a city street. Pay a lot of attention to your c l othlllgo make sure your pants are r.1pped, shirt tucked 1n, buttons done Look stralgbt ahead. Every time a man walks past you, avert your eyes and make your face exorea aionless. Moet women learn to go through thJs act each time we leave our houses. It' s a way to a\"ola at lea&t some of the encounters we've au had with stran,ge men who decided we looked avaUable, .Run a abort distance, keeping your knees together. You'll find you have to take 1hort, hlgb steP' If you nm thla way. Women have been taupt It Ia unfeminin e to nm like a man with long, tree atrtdea. See how far you get nmning thla way for 30 seconds. 6. .Walk around with your stomach pulled 1n tlgbt, your should('rs thrown back, and your ch('st thrust out. Pay attention to ke('plng this postur<' a t all times. NoUce how it changes your breathing. Try to speak lo udly and aggressively in this postur('. KITCHEN FR serving daily Sp"' The Ep iscop al St u uent C enter-u S F /"""' I l