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essa € a fascinating

tice” hy Y on “Theory and Prac-
ot Mary ‘certain Russian student
reminded Nikolai Lenin, [t
Bias. of a little Jewish
iving ‘s r I met once while
Mistyaten eat Paris, My

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or a watchmaker,

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ee little shop in a dingy
Held aie Its clouded window
Nitohe oe of dusty battered
eMaciatng ; Proprietor was an
man Bacar Ow-moving ingrown
= ae fifty, His eyes looked
tar = a dreadful patience,

© sees in the eyes of

ne
bangs patriarchs in Rem-
S Portraits,

ay have lost ev
bitter eclded to end
eae Is life wo
Day ot Jew or Negro must
Jey an €xistence? The modern
SEuteq Negro and other per-
PY the fale are refusing to
It ig itter price of survival,

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an history,

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rth the price

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tig, prtined my need for a
tothe little watchmaker,

hed to my evil French

dish, a but answered in Yid-

Why P %U are also a Jew, no?

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bany a badly, People can be

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Voy not die,” he continued,
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ty ty 07 I couldn't, This week
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ley, i ae Strange to be a victim,
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the little watchmaker
ae a long autobiographic
He came from asmall
Village in fascist Po-

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reless When things became “too

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then,

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era) din Paris, After fighting

s,. Dattles, he was taken

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by, €r by the Nazis,

ig the Kentucky mountain
4/1 Villages, the probem of
( Sitiey Medical care is inten-
tion by geographical isola-
: This is discussed in an
Ey. Cle by Larry. Caudill in a
" 7» “nt issue of The Mountain
y “ble of Whitesburg, Ky,
y

it 3 Blackey, Ky., “there are
16 ae distinct population

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" y young and those who had
Uture to start with,

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ee

é > Of 18 to 45 are gone—out
ny, erated to Indiana, Ohio,
Sis or wherever, seeking
vt ete lives and careers for
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My ol’ Kentucky home...

After three wears of hell in a
prison camp, he retyrned to find
that the Nazis had come one day
and taken off Raisel, his gentle
wife with her lovely brown eyes
and sad faithful eyes—taken Na-
than , his lively five-year-old
boy and his little darling Faigle,
his two-year-old bird of happi-
ness—all were burned alive in
Hitler’s furnaces,

He told me the story in a tor-
tured voice that was like a mask
held over misery too great to be
expressed,

“There would be no stopping if
one let go,” he said, “There were
years when I could think only of
suicide, What was the use of
living in a world where the Nazi
could exist? But I went on living.
I even opened this little shop,
Work is good for the wounded
soul, A trade can be a consola-
tion even for the damned,”

* OK *

One time it seems there visited
in Paris the great poet Chaim
Bialik, a classic in his own life
time, Bialik wrote in the ancient
Hebrew. His mighty epics and
narratives were pervaded by the
heroic spirituality of the Jewish
prophets, those forerunners of
socialism,

So inspired was the little
watchmaker that after the lecture
he rushed to the platform, Shak-
ing the poet’s hand fervently he
stammered: “Comrade Bialik, I
have decided to give you a pres~
ent, I will build you a clock such
as the world has never seen, A
clock of poetry, aclock of social-
ism, a clock of the suffering of
the Jewish people, and their free-
dom to come,” The poet smiled
and shook the enthusiast’s hand,
and thanked this poet of the people
who writes in clocks,

So for the next five years the
little watchmaker, between the
prosy chores of bread-labor such
as we all know, went on building
the fabulous clock of his dreams,
He invented and he perfected, he
spent whole nights working on
the dream,

He showed me a ragged snap-
shot; the clock looked like a fairly
ordinary piece of psuedo medi-
eval brassware, But the little
watchmaker’s ardent words were
finer than any lifeless photog-

raphy,

The chief glory of his clock-
poem centered on its hands, he

*otitatatetetate

“There the isolation enters
the picture, Communication is
at a minimum, There are half
a dozen unhandy telephones for
200 to 300 people, Within the
sound of voice are half adozen
widows of ages 75 to 84, living
alone, The chances are high of
death alone in the night,

“Transportation is at a
minimum, Three bus runs
pass through Blackey daily,
but unfortunately sickness
does not strike in accordance
with uncertain bus schedules,

“Medical ,attention is at a.
minimum . .. nearly 90 per-
cent of the people subsist on
a ‘draw’ from one source or
another.,...

WhenTheory and Practice meet...

The Persecuted, by Toronto artist H. Weinglick

said, He had made them of odor-
ous cedar, and one of the hands
he had named “Theory,” and the
other was named “Practice.”

He became younger by 20 years,
with shining eyes and illumin-
ated face as hetoldme that when-
ever these hands of Theory and
Practice met in the course of the
day or night, the little universe
of the clock erupted into a vivid
life,

Little silver bells tinkled,
painted birds came out of painted
little houses and sang their hearts

out, A time gong sounded the hour
and two little peasants cut with
little scythes at a sheaf of wheat,
A silver inscription with a line
of Bailik’s poetry unrolled like a
Talmud scroll,

Was it not glorious and signifi-
cant, asked the little watchmaker
proudly.

But the great Bialik had never

seen the masterpiece, The great
Bialik died before the clock was
ready, The little watchmaker
presented it toaliterary museum
in Israel,

It stands there now in a place
of holiness and honor, Theory
and Practice, Without them, the
bells of history won't ring, or
the birds of freedom sing, or the
universe unite in giving birth to
socialism and a wonderful world,
fit for Jews and all people to
live in.

— Mike Gold
(U.S. Worker)

Sacred Soil

Wm, Philipovich, Vancouver,
writes: So, the Canadian and West
German governments are dis-
cussing the possibility of cold-
weather testing of German mili-
tary equipment at Camp Shilo,
Manitoba, And the Canadian gov-
ernment is worried about pos-
sible international repercussions
(Canadian Press, August 25,
1964),

Does this imply that our gov-
ernment expects no national re-
percussions?

As a former member of the
First Canadian Parachute Bat-
talion, trained at Camp Shilo
during the last war, here is one
“national” who cries; shame at
the very thought of it,

To me, Camp Shilo is hallowed
zround, So are all other Canadian
Armed Forces training camps of
World War II, It was on these
zrounds that over a million hon-
ast, innocent and courageous
canadian sons sweated their pro-
verbial guts out readying them-
selves for effective defence of
‘heir homeland which they so
jowerfully demonstrated in ac-
sion, It was on these sacred
pieces of Canadian soil that their
last footprints were left behind
is they sped “on their way” into
yattle from which over thirty
shousand of them never returned,
Among them was our battalion’s
zommanding officer—Lt,-Col, J,
A, Nicklin, of Winnipeg,

Now, with the horrors of that
war still fresh in our minds, our
zovernment sees fit. to permit
representatives of the West Ger-
man Bundeswehr upon these same
grounds and assist it in perfecting
weapons for still another war,

Who are these newly-acquired
military buddy-buddies of ours?
Are they really the hybrid out-
growth of dual nationality: half-
German, half-NATO, democratic
“furopeans,” as we are led to
believe? Most certainly not? They
are the same as their predeces-
sors, Nothing, essentially, has
changed about them but the uni-
forms they wear,

Today’s West German High
Command is reeking with ex-
Nazis ..,. brass-hatted megalo-
maniacs who fervently believe
that Germany’s defeat in the last
World War was merely an “un-
fortunate occurence,” that “de-
feat is a lesson that must be
learned while preparing for the
next. more powerful blow,” Far
from acting merely as an instru-
ment of NATO, the German Gen-
eral Staff has ambitions of its
own—ambitions which, if real-
ized, would start a nuclear war,
And it is indifferent to the fate
of the West German people in
such an eventuality, To permit,
on Canadian soil, representatives
of this consistently aggressive
organization which has caused so
much human agony for so long is,
indeed, the height of folly,

Incidentally, why do they want
to bother weather-testing their
weapons against cold? In a con-
ventional war against their so-
called “potential enemy,” Russia,
they donot have a donkey’s chance
of winning, In their preparation
for a nuclear war, they ought to
be testing them for heat-resist-
ance, Consequently, why don’t we
just tell them to go to hell!

Speak Up

Joe Ivens, Okanagan Mission,
writes: My copy of the PT just
arrived, Several weeks have
passed without a single Letter to
the Editor being published, What
has gone wrong’ Are these letters
being received and not being pub-
lished or acknowledged’? That is
what is happening to mine. both
from the “left” press and the
“right,”

I am exempting the PT since
they rarely fail me even when
they don’t always agree with me,,.
But it seems to me Letters tothe
Editor are for the express pur-
pose of airing one’s opinions |
either’ way, Sometimes I have
letters from colleagues asking
why I don’t write more often or
why others don't write, Ido write.
but I also want to hear what others
have to say, SO come on, speak

up.

September 11, 1964—PACIFIC TRIBUNE—Page 9