TOM RAINEY

      I was born in 1936 of poor, but proud  Southern parents.
The outstanding memory in my  mind of World War II was that Daddy was away
and that I couldn't have those great steel soldiers that didn't melt in water like the
paper mache ones (The war effort, you know!)

     After a mediocre high school career (35th out of a class of 85), I got drunk and
joined the Navy. Five years of defending the American way of life was enough for me.
With a wife and two children in tow, I enrolled in the University of Florida. In 1962,
three years later, I graduated and began the long climb for my educational union card-
the Ph.D. in Russian History!

        My memories of graduate school are all negative. Vicious competition with my peers
for a handful of graduate stipends, stuffy professors trying to make me speak and write Harvard
english, the amassing information to teach history "without apologies" -these are things that stand
out as I think about those years of my life.  I have no friends from graduate school.  In the good
old American way,  I copped the coveted goodies by wiping out the tracks of my fellow graduate students.

        My first teaching job was at the University of Arkansas. The president, who made $3,000  less a year than the football coach, greeted the new faculty with these words: "We want to have a school that our football team can be proud of" .
We were then informed that football boys were exempt from the usual grading system.  A year later I fled after a church-state dispute with a dean who was also the baseball coach and a free-will baptist preacher on the side.  And besides, I was being called to the "Princeton of the South" -Duke University.

        My education -or re-education -began at Duke, and from a most unexpected source.  Certainly it did not come from my colleagues, who proved for the most to be petty, pedantic, boring, and little concerned with the social problems
that are tearing this country apart.  It came from the students and a handful of faculty that joined them to try and solve some of these problems, at least as they applied to Duke.  Bang! Martin Luther King was assassinated. Two thousand Duke students and 9 faculty members, including myself, staged a mass, non-violent demonstration which demanded a most revolutionary change at Duke -a union for the non-academic employees.  We lost.  My contract was not renewed.  I departed
for the other side of the cotton curtain. This time for the University of Buffalo, which had proudly declared itself the "Berkeley of the East".  More student strikes, more real education, more disappointing and disallusioning experiences with my colleagues- that was U.B. for me.

        Where has all this left me?  I am now more fully convinced that the university must concern itself with the social problems that beset us.  The university is not neutral.  It is not a haven from the outside world, as much as many of us would
like it to be.  With this concern in mind, I wish to exchange ideas with students who are interested in the following general fields of study:  Contemporary American social problems;  The Native American;  Wealth and power in America;  Balkan History and Literature;  Russian and East European history and Literature.  Actually, ignorance has never driven me from a conversation. I'll talk to anybody about anything, almost any time.

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