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Politics : Sharks in the Septic Tank -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: maried. who wrote (52463)	7/6/2002 10:07:11 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 82486

One of my own favorite 60s stories... I did my undergrad work at the University of Richmond, in Virginia, at that time divided into Westhampton College (women) and Richmond College (men). It was a very traditional, very Southern school, and while we began to hear the stories of student protest marches and takeovers of administration buildings up North, there was very little sign of anything so radical at UR. The one girl who dared to get a mike and PA system and hold an impromptu rally on the lawn disappeared the next day and was never seen again. This energized the women (who had the reputation of being far more intellectual and radical than the guys anyway) but across the lake the men seemed oblivious to everything but Friday night's frat parties. One night though, word swept through the girls' dorms that there would be a huge march initiated by the men that night. We rejoiced. Finally! The boys were growing up, taking life seriously. DOING something about the war, about the government! These were still the days when we were locked into the dorms and had to sign in and out, but we declared that we would all join the march regardless. Damn the rules! If the men could finally organize a protest, then the least we could do was support them! We were ready! Later that night we opened our windows and waited. From across the lake we could hear the faint sounds of chanting, see lights beginning to weave up the lake path. We couldn;t hear the words-- only feel the rhythm, the excitement. Finally they came out of the woods and into sight and their words became clear. WE- WANT- PAN-TIES! WE- WANT- PAN-TIES! The Richmond men had organized the largest panty raid ever. War? What war? I think it is safe to say they went back to their side of the lake emptyhanded (but with ears burning).