The world to me
MIT students by the hundreds pour into their student center--not to the fifth floor library, but to the second floor sanctuary. Instead of checking meter readings with their lab partners, they speak of how their work is being used, how they are being used. In recognition of their manipulation by a society which forces them to produce weapons of oppression, in sympathy now with soldiers like Mike O'Conner, for the first time feeling themselves oppressed, they begin to organize. And with the prod of Sanctuary, the force of respect for another human being who has given a year of his life to bring them together, they organize strongly because they organize themselves. Now, without hecklers at the laboratory door shouting "Murderer! Slave!" there is the man inside the laboratory wondering "Am I a slave? And a murderer?", answering that he is and no longer wants to be. There, right there, is a graduate of MIT refusing a job offer from General Dynamics. Everyone hears the conversations in the laboratories. They feel the energy of indignation in the halls that were not long ago so very stale. Everyone is affected by Sanctuary. A technician at the Instrumentation Laboratory walks into Sanctuary after lunch: "Just wanted to see what wa
a pillow and blanket under his arm. An MIT senior in Electrical Engineering, from Southeast Asia, has just returned from talking with a group trying to build a liasion with other campuses to communicate the MIT experience. He is running wildly, ecstatically, around the crowded second floor, snapping pictures of everyone and everything. He stops to chat with another senior who lived in the same dorm with him freshman year, to whom he has never said more than hello. Finally, again and again, there is Mike. He sees what is going on and is glad he has come. He continually states that the people of MIT and Boston are doing him a favor; those around him see what he has done for them. Mike looks and sees that his act of defiance has been validated; those around him see that act as a lesson in action. The tension between these views is called rapport; its result is a mutual respect and an inspired organization. Security lookouts patrol MIT's environs with walkie-talkies, and a boat with ham radio cruises the Charles on the lookout for Feds. It's 6 a.m. on the security balcony, and three electronics hacks are doing incredibly strange and complex things to the wiring system of the Sala de Puerto Rico. They have been working through the night, and have set up seven or eight separate telephone and walkie-talkie systems to insure that Mike and everyone else will have some kind of warning if the police come. They are a bit flaky from little sleep and much work, and mutter about electrical ways of keeping "them" out; yet from them comes an air of seriousness, recognition of Mike's courageous stand, willingness to do what they know best to make it more of a success. The hippies are impressed, though bewildered. They pat them on their backs and get to know them. s going on." Mike says he would like to see technicians working on developing air pollu
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Approximate Word count = 1250
Approximate Pages = 5 (250 words per page double spaced)
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