Jason Overholt
Staff Writer

I was having a conversation with a friend over lunch the other day when he started bad-mouthing Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. Among other things, he told me he was getting sick of hearing about their humanitarian work.

As I was stabbing him in the face with my salad fork I thought about all the celebrity bashing I’ve been hearing lately. When will people understand? They’re celebrities! If they’re famous enough to be seen on TV and in grocery store checkout lanes, then they’re obviously qualified to show us how to live our lives.

That’s why I voted for a Democrat (and thanks to Diddy’s warning, thereby escaped death), became a Big Brother, regularly check my breasts for lumps, donate 75% of my yearly income to charities in Africa, carry a small dog in my man-purse, checked into rehab because I got drunk at a party once, and wear sunglasses all the time (even if I’m in the presence of important people like the Pope, just like my boy Bono).

If it wasn’t for the wisdom of famous people (or, as I like to call them, “our betters”) I would completely fail to function as a human being. So, that said, why do you people still insist on blaspheming the holy unit that is Brangelina? The best couple ever! Haven’t they suffered through enough?

Like the time that awful member of the paparazzi interfered with their privacy, and was righteously punished by their body guard. I mean, how stupid could a person be? Didn’t he see Mr. and Mrs. Smith? They can kick ass IN A MINIVAN, and still spout witty banter! It’s only by the grace and mercy of Brangelina that he doesn’t have a machine breathing for him right now.

Or how about Madonna the copycat? Now don’t get me wrong, I used to love Madonna just as much if not more than most celebrities. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have gotten into that whole Kabala thing for those couple of months, or got the inspiration to wear my “boy toy” belt for all those years in grade school. However, in the fall of 2006 Madonna used her wealth to abuse the system and fast-track the adoption of a Malawian child. Of course the kid’s father didn’t fully understand what was going on when Madonna ripped the child from his arms.

“Gee Al, I don’t understand it. Why haven’t I leapt yet?”

“Well Madonna, Ziggy says there’s a 98.7% chance that it’s because you’re an attention seeking whore.”
Come on people, Brangelina is saving the world one child at a time. They’re better than you.


Editor’s note: This is the second in a series examining issues students faced in the first year of the Preface’s publication. Next week, we will examine social issues such as the effect of the Civil Rights era on campus.

Preface Cover

On December 1, 1969, 366 blue plastic capsules, one for each day of the year, including February 29, were placed in a large glass container.

One by one, each capsule was hand drawn and assigned a number. The first, September 14, meant all men born on September 14 between 1944 and 1950, were assigned number one.

And so, the lottery began.

Men between the ages of 18 to 26 were subject to the draft. That this was a pressing issue for college-age men informed some of the articles printed in the Preface, its first official year of 1969-70.

It was a divisive war, not just in Vietnam, but at home.

In May of 1970, four student protesters at Kent State University in Ohio, and two student protesters at Jackson State College in Mississippi were shot and killed.

An IUSB Student Coalition for Peace forms the same month after students, faculty and staff gathered on the lawn for a groundbreaking for a new science building to question American involvement in Southeast Asia, led by Dr. Gloria K. Shapiro, a professor of English and the faculty advisor to the Preface.

Managing editor James Hildebrand spoke to the crowd as well.

“Today that would be a breach of objectivity,” current advisor Nancy Sulok said. “Journalists are supposed to stay outside of the news area. I’m not sure it was viewed the same back then. You’re talking 40 years ago – two generations.”

Much of what Hildebrand said sounds like he could be among the dissenters of the war in Iraq:

…the government of the United States has become involved in an increasing
  military and manpower commitment in Southeast Asia. The commitment includes
  the tax dollars of the American people and, most importantly, the lives of
  American men. The given justification is that we are combating communism.

The principal effect of everything we have been doing in Indo-China, Vietnam,
  Laos and Cambodia is to undermine our society, undermine our standing in the
  world and our place in history.

Most of the records for this series were obtained in the Special Collections office in the Franklin D. Schurz library.

Archivist and Associate Librarian Alison Stankrauff believes maintaining the archives is important to IUSB and the community. She welcomes students to view the material and visit the archive’s Web site which lists some of the collections.
“It’s people’s connection with their own community,” she said. “History helps us see how we got where we are right now, and helps us make predictions about the future.”
Recently, the idea of bringing the draft back met with controversy, and is likely to fail. Back then, in September before the drawing, four IUSB Economics professors debated having a professional army versus a military draft.

They all agreed it was economically feasible to have a professional army. One professor believed the enlisted ranks would come from low-income groups and the educated would escape military service.

But by December, 1969, it was determined that 195 of those capsules containing the birth dates out of the 366 would be inducted into the military if they were deemed fit.

There existed a South Bend Draft Union to “help young men in their confrontation with the draft,” which gave information about emigration, conscientious objector status and ways to defer entry, but it didn’t guarantee they wouldn’t go.

Protests against the war were going on all over campus then, Sulok said, “you don’t see as much today.

After the student protesters were killed in May of 1970, students at IUSB initially gatherd along the banks of the St. Joseph River to watch a university boat race.

“Around 1 p.m., some faculty members began to cross over Northside Boulevard to the flagpole on Northside’s front lawn,” the Preface reported may 4, 1970, after an announcement was made on a PA system installed for the boat race.

As students learned of the tragedy, more joined. They requested the flag be lowered to half staff. Chancellor Lester Wolfson complied.

The next day, The IUSB Coalition for Peace was formed. The week culminated in about 6,500 people marching through downtown South Bend and ending at Leeper Park.

But student activism is alive on the IUSB campus. The Students for Common Sense have traveled to Washington, D. C. to take part in a protest, and recently put on a stirring reminder of the loss of war. Instead of thousands of marching feet, the silent, but powerful empty boots, shoes and sandals of the dead were lined up in rows on campus.

In one of the early issues of the Preface, before the draft, before the protests started in earnest, a columnist opined on the folly of ultimatums issued by world leaders after North Korea shot down a reconnaissance plane over the Sea of Japan.

The columnist compared ultimatums issued by world leaders such as Ho Chi Minh of North Vietnam, Nikita Khrushchev, of the Soviet Union and Charles De Gaulle of France with that of Lucy Van Pelt, of the Peanuts comic strip:

“I’ll give them just twelve years to get things straightened out. I want everything settled by the time I’m eighteen!”

The sixth annual Independent Video and Filmmakers Festival will take place from 7 to 11 p.m. Friday, April 13, and from 9 to 11 p.m. Saturday, April 14, with workshops and screenings of films by local and regional filmmakers in Wiekamp 1001 and Weikamp 1135.

“I’ve been making films for almost 18 years, and when I was a student and staff member at IUSB, I had an excellent venue to screen my films and wanted to create a festival where other local filmmakers could have the same opportunity,” said founder Tim Richardson.

It began as a venue for local filmmakers and has grown to receive films from across the country, as well as from Canada, China and England. It is open to any one who makes shorts or features on video or film including high school and college students.

Three features will be screened, along with short films from Indianapolis, Chicago and New York, as well as a documentary, Welcome to Snyderville, produced at Notre Dame.

“We meet new filmmakers every year and I know there are many more around here – students, hobbyists and professionals – who should take advantage of this unique opportunity we offer here,” Robinson said. “This is something the entire community should check out and support. We have an awesome local film community and this is an excellent venue for those filmmakers and the general public to share in celebrating the art of filmmaking.”

He encouraged students to submit films for review by IUSB alumni, staff and students who have video and film knowledge and experience.

“We try to give some latitude to student productions and we’ve seen some phenomenal ones come through over the years.”.

Workshops on screenwriting, producing microcinema, creating special effects in Michiana, and a director’s panel will take place from 11 to 12 p.m. and from 3 to 4 p.m. Saturday, April 14, in Wiekamp 1001 .

Ticket will go on sale at the door Friday night beginning at 6 p.m. The cost is $5 per time slot as follows: Friday, 6 to 11 p.m., Saturday 8 to noon, ,noon to 6 p.m., or 6 to 11 p.m. Tickets can also be purchased for all day Saturday for $10, or $15 for an all weekend pass.

The event is sponsored by the IUSB Film Club and supported by Mid America Filmmakers, a South Bend not-for-profit group for independent filmmakers, and the IU Alumni Association.

A schedule of the productions to be shown can be found at http://www.ivff.net.

Andy Hostetter
Staff Writer
Students for Common Sense, Titan Productions, the Film Studies Committee, and the Latino Student Union will host a special screening of the documentary, Iraq in Fragments Tuesday, April 10, at 7 p.m. in Wiekamp Hall room 1001.

 The film follows three Iraqis. The first is an 11-year-old boy who has lost his parents, and earns a living working for an auto garage. The second is a Shiite religious figure who lives in the south side of the country. The third is a Kurdish family who live in the north part of the country.  The film is the story of the torn country of Iraq.  It gives an unbiased view of the war seen through the eyes of the Sunnis, Shiites, and Kurds.

 One of the more gripping moments in the film take place when an Iraqi man is lying on the ground with his hands tied with a bag over his head saying, “What’s changed since Saddam? I’ve done nothing and I’m still sitting on the floor with a bag over my head!”

 The film paints an accurate and unbiased portrayal of the war, and is done in a very innovative way which has garnered the film much critical praise.  It has won several awards including Best Director and Best Cinematography at the Sundance Film Festival.  It was also nominated for Best Documentary at the 2006 Academy Awards.

 The screening is free and open to the public.  The film is a must see for all who are interested in the war in Iraq and documentary creation. 

No More Free Dialup

April 7, 2007

Jason Overholt
Staff Writer

 On July 2, 2007, IU South Bend will stop offering free dialup service to its students. Many students are unaware of the service, but those who rely on it for internet access at home are understandably upset.

 “I’m heartbroken about that,” said Ragina Guffey, an IUSB student. “I really can’t afford to pay for service. I mean, it may be a little slower, but were going to miss it. Now I’m going to have to buy dialup, or cough up $50 for DSL. 

 According IUSB’s Information Technologies website, there are a number of reasons for their decision. They cite a noticeable decline in usage which they attribute to the rising availability of high-speed access. The equipment is also getting old, and IUSB thinks maintenance is no longer cost effective. Finally, IUSB is finding it harder to act as a reliable ISP, because of worms, viruses, etc.

 It’s true that the service is very slow, especially for people who access it through IUSB’s Elkhart location. This is the biggest complaint from students, along with lost connections, and the frequent inability to connect. Still, some cash-strapped students would argue that flawed service is better than no service.

 IT offers advice on alternatives, but all of their advice hinges on the student’s willingness to pay for high-speed, or dialup service. Students in rural areas are advised to try a satellite connection. If none of these options work, one can always use a service like NetZero. The downside of options like that, however, is that access is limited to a small amount of hours a month.
 Visit www.iusb.edu/~sbit/dialupret.shtml for more information.

Terrie Phillips
Student News Editor

 On Monday, March 26, 2007, two characters of Anne Fadiman’s book, The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down, spoke to an audience of IU South Bend students and faculty. 
The event was brought together by the Shurz Library Speaker Series.  It was the second event in the 10th season.  The speakers in this event were Dr. Niel Ernest and Dr. Peggy Philip, the doctors who cared for Lea Lee. 
Fadiman’s book dealt with the story of the Hmong refugees—in particular, the case of Lee and her family.  The Hmong are refugees from Southeast Asia.  The Hmong were driven out of their homeland due to their support for America.
“We are a nation of immigrants, a truly diverse nation,” said Alfred J. Guillaume Jr., Vice Chancellor for Academic Affairs, while introducing Philip and Ernest.  “We have a responsibility to be respectful,” said Guillaume
Philip and Ernst met at University of California, Berkley, while studying to be pediatricians.  “I did not go into medicine to become a celebrity,” said Ernst.  They were married in 1972 and moved to Merced in 1980 to teach young doctors.  According to Ernest, Merced was a community of about 20,000 people.  “Merced was and is still a needy community,” said Ernst.
In 1981 the Hmong began to migrate to Merced.  In 1982 Lea Lee, an epileptic whose disease progressed into a permanent vegetative state, was born.
Philip and Ernst spoke on the struggles of treating patients with different cultures and how sensitivity and understanding can help bridge the gap between medicine and culture.  Though they mentioned cases where they had to use force to treat the patient the way they needed to be treated. 
Some of the problems that arose while treating Lee were differences in language— cultural differences including those of making decisions and religion. 
The book brings to light both sides of the story: Lee’s family and the Philip and Ernst angle. 
The lecture brought to light issues on cultural sensitivity and ways in which one can deal with these differences.  Next year’s theme is sustainable communities. 

Jason Overholt
Staff Writer

On March 28 and 29 IU South Bend held its annual Grad Salute at the book store. This two day event gave graduating students a chance to take care of all their commencement related goals.

“I got info about the alumni association, ordered my class ring, chose my commencement invitations, and got my cap and gown in about 15 minutes,” said Kristen Wozniak, who will be receiving her degree in elementary education. “It was all really easy.”

For two days, tables were set up outside of the book store. The Alumni Association had a representative present to pass out flyers, and give information about the services offered by the association. Among those services are a subscription to Indiana Alumni Magazine, an online career center, an online alumni directory, and many other discounts and services. Visit alumni.indiana.edu for more information.

The next table was devoted to class rings. There was also a drawing for a free ring. For more information about ordering your ring contact Herff Jones sales professional Patrick Cavazos at (317) 841-7371, or visit herfjones.com/college.

Also, students could choose custom invitations to send to close family and friends, and purchase their diploma frame. This can still be done by visiting jostens.com, or by calling 1-800-854-7464.

Finally, the book store is still selling caps and gowns, a commencement video order, and a personalized brick that will be added to the courtyard in front of the Student Activities Center. Students must also sign a sheet inside of the bookstore to ensure that they can participate in the event, and have their name read.

The commencement takes place at the Joyce Center on the campus of Notre Dame on Tuesday, May 8, at 6 p.m. There will be a cookie and punch reception in the Field House after the ceremony.

Photojournalists provide the world with stunning portraits of poverty, war and strife.

Witness the shot of a stick-thin, malnourished toddler who stopped to rest on her way to a feeding station in war-torn Sudan. The picture, taken by South African photojournalist Kevin Carter, shows the girl on her knees, bent at the waist with her forehead resting on the dry, dusty dirt.

She is alone except for a vulture behind her, waiting for her to die.

This picture captivated the world in 1993 and won a Pulitzer Prize in 1994. A few months later, Carter taped a garden hose to the exhaust of his pick-up truck and fed the other end into the passenger side window.

Broke and depressed over the loss of a friend, his suicide note read, in part, “I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings & corpses & anger & pain . . . of starving or wounded children, of trigger-happy madmen, often police, of killer executioners . . . ”

The professional identity of photojournalists like Carter force them to repress artistic impulses at their peril and “to the detriment of the people whom they serve,” according to Clemson University Assistant Professor Peggy Bowers in a speech Wednesday night in the Northside Recital Hall.

Bowers teaches courses on the history, criticism and theory of the mass media as well as on media law and ethics. In “Through the Objective Lens: The Ethics of Expression and Repression of High Art in Photojournalism,” she asserts that knowingly or not, photographers employ elements of art in terms of composition, line, texture and light.

In a profession that requires emotional detachment, photojournalists can share traits with painting without sacrificing ethics.

She contrasted examples of art from the Renaissance through the early twentieth century with photos or descriptions of photos, pausing at times to let the audience, which filled three-quarters of the hall, absorb the images.

For example, the use of light evokes mood and drama in both painting and photography.

Bowers showed a photo of a Japanese woman bathing her 15-year-old daughter, who suffers from mercury poisoning, which used light to highlight the face of the mother and the body of the daughter.

Portraits by Rembrandt share this quality, where light focuses on the essential elements and the less important fade into a darker background.

The photo has a stillness about it, and illustrates the quiet tenderness and care the mother feels for her daughter.

Bowers’ argument lost some of its emphasis, however, because due to copyright laws she could only describe, and not show, some images she used for her thesis.

Still, she asserted that denying this creative impulse to serve the goal of objectivity in newsgathering comes at a price, both to the photographer and the public.

The images captured by news photographers, often in traumatic situations such as war, the circumstance where Carter snapped his photo, are rife with moral conflicts.

Carter wandered from a feeding station and saw the starving girl and the vulture. He said he watched and waited for 20 minutes, hoping the vulture would spread its wings, thereby creating a more dramatic image.

Avoiding emotional engagement in provocative photos due to ethics exploits the feelings these photos create, Bowers said. Photographs are not impartial slices of reality, she said. They evoke powerful feelings in the public who views them, but without meaning to (did you mean “without intending to” ?); they create a voyeuristic culture.

“If the photojournalist’s task is to help make sense of the world, these elements are essential to that goal,” Bowers said.

Photographers can use “explicit referencing,” in which images found in familiar works of art serve as a framework. In this way, photojournalists have access to overt values found in art without using their own “voice” to communicate.

For example, Bowers showed a famous photograph taken after four student protesters where shot at Kent State University in Ohio. A woman, kneeling beside one of the victims, is screaming. It mimics the “The Cry” by Edvard Munch, she said.

Bowers ended her speech asking, “So what’s the big ‘So What’?” Then she told the story of Carter’s famous photo and his death.

While lauded, many wondered what happened to the girl, and some called him another vulture.

“What kind of world do we create to take this photo and do nothing to change it,” she asked. The ties to artistic values can liberate photojournalists.

After all, the girl was not entirely alone.

May Natatorium
Brandi Miller
Staff Writer
In 1921 the city of South Bend built the first local swimming pool that was available for use by the public. The Natatorium was built at its current location at 1044 W. Washington and has been the largest local example of the Civil Rights struggle in America in the past. It was built using tax dollars and private donations, but did not include all residents of the city.

African Americans were not allowed among those who were invited to swim in the pool, even though they lived in the same neighborhood. This caused them to react with a petition drive led by the NAACP and African American attorney, J. Chester Allen, requesting the right to use the center. They were turned down numerous times. Finally in 1937, after a protest was filed with the city of South Bend, African Americans were granted the right to use the pool one day a week, which was better, but still unacceptable. It was not until 1950 that the right for integration was granted by the parks department that African Americans were given the right to equal access of the Natatorium.

The Civil Rights Heritage Center has many dreams, according to Monica Tetzlaff, director of the center and IU South Bend Professor. They wish to include an Oral History Project which would house a collection of interviewed recordings of local people involved with the Civil Rights movement. It would also include clippings, scrapbook items and other items.

Annual conferences, annual speakers and community outreach programs are geared towards neighborhood needs. Church officials as well as university experts are wanted to be on hand to assist with education and training. Training will also include voting tutorials in the months before elections to assist local citizens with the voting process.

After-school programs are also being planned to replace those taught at area schools and Notre Dame. They would include diversity readings and Civil Rights history lessons for children.

Interns and volunteers from IU South Bend will be used as docents, leading tours of the Heritage Center, Natatorium, and throughout the neighborhoods.

Scholarships are available to IUSB students who work in the center. Up to seven students are eligible for up to $500 dollars each semester, depending on the amount of service they provide at the center. Applications can be picked up at the Center’s office on campus in Wiekamp #3210.

According to the pamphlet about the Organization, The Civil Rights Heritage Center was created in 2000 by students who wanted the history lessons they learned on the Freedom Summer trip to continue throughout the year. “The Center was formed to create partnerships between the community and the University. It is dedicated to understanding and documenting the civil rights struggle and educating the public about civil rights history.”

For additional information on the Civil Rights Heritage Center or the Natatorium you can contact the Center at civilrts@iusb.edu, or at (574)520-5580.

Eric A. Gingerich
Staff Writer

Chinese children play soccer inside a small, gated court yard, and the day exudes warmth and springtime perfection. We want to join the game. We want to take a photograph. But we are adults on the sidewalk and my camera was left at home uncharged. We watch for a few minutes—just long enough for the moment to reveal the kind of beauty only found in small, quiet places away from the loud clanking of busy adults. Then we continue on our way.

The day quickly escapes from our grasp—as though we could hold it down in the first place. The week disappears, and we return to our everyday lives. Distance and obligation once again permit only minimal communication. And I think of my friends as the kind of people who sometimes wonder what propels us forward and makes us thrive.

One friend, whom distance has no bearing on, thrives on people who see him for who he is, and has shielded away those who wish to see him fail. Instead of doing only the bare minimum and reaping only minor results, he now dives full force into his problems, knowing he will come out strong. He does it for himself and to show the doubtful that he can.

I think of that spring day and of other friends just as determined: one lies in a waterless fountain, the one provides me with a place to stay, and one meets me for the first time. They have their own responsibilities, as I do, but I imagine we are all torn between playing soccer with children and fulfilling those responsibilities. I imagine, too, we have systems for finding a balance between the two.

Perhaps we try to think on the weekends and do during the week, as the friend lying in the fountain does. Maybe we let obstacles, great or small, appear as a series of small, simple problems sewn together, and instead of feeling intimidated, we feel challenged. This is his personal method, as he said it, and I imagine it’s put into practice everyday.

I imagine my friends end up doing quite well for themselves.

Letting life become simple is another way. I think again of that lackadaisical spring day.

Chinese children play duck, duck, goose inside the small, gated court yard, and the day glows with warmth and anticipation. We want to join the game, and I wish I had my camera. Yet we are content with only looking in. One black-haired girl plays so well and moves with such speed we name her HaZaah!, Queen of Duck-Duck-Goose. We take in the simplicity and grace of the moment. We watch and laugh as the same quiet beauty reveals itself.

Later, we meet our friend in a park. Children run loose and ride bicycles with training wheels. The fountain in the center sits dry—broken bits of green glass reflect among twigs, leaves and displaced pieces of concrete. Our friend lies here, his grown-up bike lying beside him. We sneak up on him, and I leap over him like a wild bear. He perks up slowly and groggy like coming out of a midday dream. The three of us converse; it’s been too long. Soon I get a phone call. I don’t know the person calling—that is, I know of her, but mystery resides over us. We plan a meeting anyway Afterward, my friends and I settle into a groove that denies the pressures of adulthood.

Time disappears yet again. I ready our shield against the loud, clanking adult world we are sure to encounter later, and we continue on our separate ways.