To the Editors of the CRIMSON:
What do four years mean? At least, for the graduating class, what memories do they contain? Is it so easy to forget Biafra. the distended bellies of dying children and the desperate mothers who had no milk to give? I am still trying to understand what happened Thursday night at the Dinner of the Class of '71.
Not that we must remain forever weary with the sadness of death. But some of us. I think, cried out against the War and despised the callous brutality it required of its sons. What then is the meaning of the violence of the fifty or sixty seniors who bombarded their fellow classmates with food at the Union Thursday night? G-d knows it is not murder, but neither is it peace.
I am only sorry that my freshman friends were not there. "Fair Harvard" is a lie.
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