Clinton St. Quarterly, Vol. 10 No. 3 | Fall-Winter 1988 (Portland) /// Issue 39 of 41 /// Master# 39 of 73

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Add $4 for overseas. Send check, cash, U.S. stamps or your Mastercard/Visa number and expiration date. No dalmatians, please! 777 Northwest king of auto-comedy. Valium will never taste the same. My First Job—John Callah You thought you were depri Another full scoop from the Inside Kandahar— Paul Overtly The mujahideen have the Russians by the beep. A first- person account from the Afghan “What’s Wrong?” Asked Jim Blashfield 25“I don’t believe these two U concepts create a duality,” replied & Du-Wayne. R i BumBerDruM—Melissa Laird F.g- Percussionists from around thd hi; globe develop a beat, and kiss * Pei those cultural barriers goodbye. lea. Kt Being Presidential with The K Duke— Karl Eysenbach R An early believer offers his Iowa R Campaign report from the chilliest r i scenes of winter. Remember when K the name Dukakis was still in the Ey future? Guatemala—1988—Maria Chinchilla A brief visit to a seldom visited front. Behind the smiles and lovely textiles, under a cornfield, after the troops came. Leadership— it ’s missing and sorely needed. Moreover, our turn has finally come round. Wherever we turn there are critical problems facing us, from the personal on up. The real concern is: What are we going to do? When? There were promising signs this fall, despite the depressing showings of the Democratic and minor party national tickets. In Congress, the Democrats added seats; the Bush “mandate ” was granted in a spirit of great distrust. In Washington, Mike Lowry came within a chin whisker of offing the moderately reactionary Slade Gorton. In Oregon, Mike Kopetski came even closer to bouncing Denny Smith, a seemingly unassailable upward-bound law’n ’order man. Portland Mayor Bud Clark eased to victory over his ex-police-chief opponent. And here and there younger progressives and card-carrying Liberals (Unsoeld in SW Washington, AuCoin and DeFazio in Western Oregon) won or consolidated power. Locally and nationally, the clearest symptom of our malaise is the perpetuation in power of the now senescent WWII-era mindset— Imperium Americanum. As the immense generation that follows on the veterans’ h e e ls — t h e i r c h i ld r e n — w e ’ ve marched, organized, restructured our lives, gone for a better deal on many fronts, but failed thus far to do the most significant deed—seize the reins. Many in power, not just here but abroad [Margaret Thatcher for one], have denounced our lack of gumption, exotic lifestyles and more. We ’re portrayed as "soft-on-commies, drug-dep e n d e n t , o r g a n i c a l l y - g r o w n layabouts” and variously blamed for most everything but the nuclear age. Now this kind of scapegoating has everything to do with feeling threatened. We’re being handed on a very stale bundle of goods, to which of course we've certainly contributed. CSQ Insert: QOL Festiva Survey & More Fill it out and you’re sitting on top of the world. Picture—Carel Moiseiwitsc Two pieces from Strip AIDS USA by one of our favorite artists. Organizing the Cuckoo’s ' Evan Kaeser | In which a disenfrancised group labels its members consumers and goes for real control. An insiders perspective I t ’s high time to air out and revitalize things. Though our national, business and consumer debt levels are out of control, they do not guarantee a fall. Though our ship of state is rudderless and careening, neither nuclear holocaust nor the death of our economy are givens. Social justice, AIDS, acid rain, the greenhouse effect and the crack nightmare: issues waiting to be boldly addressed, not lackadaisically dismissed as insoluble. The core problem is far from merely generational. People of all ages oppose while others identify strongly with the “Republican renaissance, ” or with some pivotal issue they’ve tucked cleverly under their right wings—abortion, gun control, the death penalty and “welfare” abuse (freely substitute racial fears for the last two). It should be duly noted that both Reagan and Bush received high levels of support from the young voters (ages 18-25) Porpers—Maia Penfold “1981. Eugene. Oregon. Living or peanut butter sandwiches, Ballpark hotdogs and Marlo’s desserts/” Keep your eyes on the knicknacks. They’ve a story to tell. Northern Correspondent— Q j Kristine Kathryn Rusch Scrappy reporters are hard to come by in small-town America, and even harder to lose. You can go home again. But think twice. No Frail Servant of U tilitwman l Hall)—Walt Curtis An unfairly forgotten poet resuscitated by poet-historian Curtis. Stitching timeless verses by sepulchral light. who apparently bought into the flagwaving, hopeful America the Republican TV s tra tegy so incessan tly portrayed. No opposition can rise to power in this media-dazed nation without one hand on the control panel and the other stirring up a recipe of hope. Who among us really wants to live through another 1930s, or ‘40s for that matter? As progressives rethink strategies for the decade ahead, a central concern must be developing a strong link to the up-and-coming generation, the group most disaffected and least informed about our history and the machinations of the right. We should be no less concerned about solidifying an alliance with our progenitors, especially the 90 percent who depend on Social Security and Med icare for the ir wellbeing. The challenge is ours alone, taking o u rse lves as s e r io u s ly as the Thatcherites have taken us. We’ve come of age, with interpersonal, familial, political and work-related responsibilities shaping our lifestyles as much as entertainment and exploration commanded our attention earlier. The rain forest we save is ours, not some distant enemy’s. Our armed forces patrol the world, in our name. So pick a number. Good parts are being offered and the camera is rolling. Step right up. This take is for real. DM Clinton St. Quarterly—Summer, 1988 5

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