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Searching for Genghis
Victims of War
Interview with the Chancellor
What's In a Name? The Long Saga of Third College
Spanish Archive
Campus Currents
Clarion Call
Plume Assignment
The Transformation of EBU1
Geckos of the Sea
Blue Whale Blues
Swedish Science Prize
The Measure of a Woman
The Mack 'N Biz
Breathe Plant, Breathe!
Hurt Locker Robots

Up Front May 2007: Volume 4, Number 2

Remembering Ché
Thank you so much for the great article and photos on Ché Café. I was a part of the original 14 and a friend of Scott Kessler. Some
of the other members were Ruth Rominger, Marsha Vdovin, Kim Higgs and others whose last name I don’t remember; Krista, Diana, Marcus. We had meetings where we would sit on the floor in a circle and discuss our agenda with decision-making only happening using a consensus formula. We’d always end the evenings with some Reggae, Ska, Talking Heads or David Bowie on the boom box and dance like crazy. None of us ­really knew how to cook. As you can see from the chalk board menu in one of the photos our foods were very simple. Salads, burritos, soups, smoothies and stir-fried veggies with brown rice. Ché Café, and the students that were a part of it, hold wonderful memories for me.
Joy Every, Third/Marshall ’83

I cannot recall any “groovy x-rated trash flicks” being presented at the “The Ché” during my time at UCSD but we did have Marx Bros. (Groucho, not Karl) film nights, on-going Flash Gordon serials, and ultimately a weekly movie night. But x-rated, I think not. Also, music was a constant on the weekends, and I can recall the A.S. paying Jack Tempchin (among many others) the ungodly sum of $50 for performing nine sets on many of those weekends.

Ernest Mort remembers it being “…a place where the more militant students were comfortable.” I have similar memories, but it was the militant right wing who had a hand in its operation. In any event, it was the only place on campus to get a bite after the cafeterias closed.
Dan Spellens, Muir ’72

Ché Correction
One small correction to your article on the Ché Café. Jesse Alm writes that the buildings were “Constructed in 1922 on U.S. Army Land that is now Thornton Hospital,” but the land near Thornton Hospital never belonged to the U.S. Army. The land was part of Camp Matthews, which was part of the Marine Corps Recruit Depot and where all rifle training for San Diego-trained marines took place prior to 1964. The U.S. Army did have a camp near the present day Muir and Eleanor Roosevelt Colleges named Camp Callan, where Coast Artillery and Anti-Aircraft Artillery training took place from 1941 until 1944. From 1944 until 1945, Camp Callan was used to train elements of the 86th and 97th Infantry Divisions in amphibious operations. After WWII, Camp Callan was closed and the buildings were recycled to build post-war neighborhoods such as Allied Gardens. Camp Matthews remained as a USMC facility until 1964.
 Ian Kotchian, ERC ’01

Ché’s Mass Murderers
The lessons of history are obviously lost on the editors of the UCSD Alumni Publication, and the University at large. Apparently honoring mass murderers has become a University-­approved tradition since I graduated in 1987.

Until you can show me photographic evidence that the graffiti honoring Marxist mass murderers has been expunged from the campus (the Ché Café more specifically) you won’t get a dime of my free-market earnings, and
I’d appreciate not having to choose between recycling or burning your magazine.
Norm Balog, Warren ’87

Remembering Revelle
Excellent last issue! It inspired me to write. I remember Revelle College (1966-70) as a great place. The unfinished buildings, the surf at Black’s Beach, the desert and open spaces made it a good place to study and play. It also introduced me to many bright and creative ­people who have been friends for life.

I was fortunate to be taken under the wing of Revelle College Provost Paul Saltman and got to take grad classes at Scripps as an undergrad. Having a chance to take classes from Al Engel (Geology), Walter Munk (Oceanography) and other grand scientists made my stay at UCSD a good one. Unfortu­nately, my intended career as an oceanographer was derailed by a bad inner ear and never ending seasickness. But the intense ­educational experience of the “CalTech” of the UC system (as they called it at the time) laid an excellent foundation for the very interesting career that has followed.
David Bainbridge, Revelle ’70

You can imagine my disappointment when I found out that my graduate school has
involved itself in a project funded by one of the most brutally oppressive regimes on earth. There is universal recognition that Saudi Arabia is ruled by a dictatorial regime that is anti-Semitic, brutally suppresses religious freedom and practices the most austere form of gender apartheid. Some of the technologies highlighted could easily be adapted to assist the oppressive organizations of the Saudi regime in their efforts to perpetuate themselves in power and stifle all opposition. I would strongly urge the University to reconsider its policies ­regarding which funding it accepts and with whom it participates in research. This is far ­beneath the values UCSD stands for.
Robert Levinson, M.A. ’96 

To Give or not to Give
Thank you for your letter describing your experiences in attaining a university education. I didn’t have the means or the confidence to try community college until I was in my late thirties.

For me, UCSD represented almost a visit to the mythical Land of Oz. I never felt like I fit in. I had to finish in two years and get back to work. At UCSD, I went through on scholarship, because it was so expensive for me.

So, when I read your finger-pointing letter this morning, I felt bad, and it brought back the memories of fighting to get my scholarship money, fighting to hold my head up because we were poor and proud when I was in school. I’m crying as I write this. UCSD doesn’t bring back warm fuzzy feelings of home to me. I remember pain, pressure and loneliness.

When UCSD calls and asks me for money, I have to decline. I am disabled now, and my husband is retired. I hope that I don’t sound ungrateful. UCSD helped polish me up; but when I arrived there I was already a singular gem that just needed a little polish. I just don’t think of my time at UCSD as being one of the “privileged” few.
Elizabeth Dobbs, Muir ’92


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