Sunday, May 10, 2009

The Fugitive Generation (xxi)


Rachel sits on step that separates a hallway in the dormitory from rear entrance, rolls a joint, then passes it to Jim, who is standing next to her. They pass the joint to each other, back and forth, for a short time. Then Rachel stands up and she and Jim, each giggling, start to walk out of the rear entrance of the dormitory.


Jim and Rachel are watching a movie. Rachel leans closer to Jim, puts her arm around him for a few seconds and fondles his hair.


Jim and Rachel are sitting next to each other on Jim’s mattress. Their legs are stretched out and their shoes are off. They exchange a joint as they talk.

JIM: So are you planning to hang around Ann Arbor after you finish with your finals?

RACHEL: No. I want to save up for a car this summer. So when I move out of the dorm next week, I’m going to go live with my parents. And get a summer job in Columbus.

JIM: What do your parents do?

RACHEL: They’re both professors at Ohio State. Maybe that’s why I’m more into bisexuality, pot and street fighting than academic bull-shit.

JIM: You’re bisexual?

RACHEL: Aren’t we all?

Jim laughs.

JIM: Yeah, I guess we all are. Although I tend to prefer women, myself.

RACHEL: You sound like Marlene. When we were sleeping together, she used to say she was bisexual. But that she tends to prefer men.

JIM: You and Marlene were lovers?

RACHEL: (laughs) Didn’t Marlene ever mention that to you? She and I shared a dormitory room during our freshman year.


RACHEL (V.O.): And that’s when we used to sleep together.

Rachel and Marlene are in bed together with their clothes off, kissing each other passionately.


JIM: Why did you break up with her?

RACHEL: It was after Marlene and I enrolled in a self-defense course at the Women’s Martial Arts Center.

JIM: Oh. I wondered where Marlene learned that fighting stance she went into when she blocked the right-wing hothead from attacking me.


Marlene and Rachel are practicing karate kicks and punches, along with some other women, under the instruction of the SELF-DEFENSE INSTRUCTOR, 33, who’s a tall, short-haired woman.

RACHEL: (V.O.): Yeah. That’s where she learned those moves. But like I was saying, Marlene and I started going to the Women’s Martial Arts Center.


Rachel and the Self-Defense Instructor are in bed together with their clothes off. Marlene enters the dorm room, stops, looks surprised, and then quickly leaves the dorm room.

RACHEL (V.O.): But she couldn’t handle it when I started having an affair with the instructor.


Marlene and Julie are kissing each other passionately on the sofa in Julie’s living room.

RACHEL (V.O.): Then, when she and Julie started having their fling, Marlene decided she wanted to break up with me.


JIM: Julie? The Julie who works with Hal and the Black Economic Development Council?

RACHEL: That’s the one. Before she started hanging out with Hal, she and Marlene had a short fling. Then Marlene got involved with different men over the next few years. I think she’s been involved with that Roger guy lately.

Jim laughs and passes the joint back to Rachel.

JIM: Julie and Marlene. You and Marlene. You and me. It’s a small world, isn’t it?

Rachel giggles after she inhales the last bit of the roach and tosses it on the floor.

RACHEL: What else is there in life except bisexuality, pot and street fighting?

JIM: There’s romantic love.

Rachel giggles again.

RACHEL: I’ll show you some “romantic love”, Jim!

Rachel suddenly grabs Jim by the hair playfully and starts to grapple with him on the mattress. Then she and Jim start hugging and kissing each other in a more tender way.


Kelly sits behind his desk, shuffling some papers. Maloney sits behind an adjacent desk. He is reading a copy of an underground newspaper.

KELLY: The Ann Arbor office in Michigan wants to know if we have files on some organization called “People Against The Air War.”

Maloney continues to read the newspaper as he talks.

MALONEY: (still reading newspaper) “People Against The Air War”? Never heard of it. Tell them to telex to New York any information they get on that organization. Maybe it’s a “front for terrorists.”

Kelly laughs.

The Fugitive Generation (xx)


Student demonstrators march north on Broadway, in a festive way, led by a group of women students. They laugh in-between chanting.

DEMONSTRATORS: One,two, three, four! We don't want your fuckin' war!


Demonstrators march across Low Plaza and chant

DEMONSTRATORS: On strike! Shut it down! On strike! Shut it down!

Demonstrators march towards Hamilton Hall.


Maloney and Kelly stnad near front right door of Hamilton Hall, as demonstrators march by them, through the far left door. Maloney and Kelly examine the faces of the demonstrators as they walk into the building. After the end of the march haas entered Hamilton Hall, Maloney turns to Kelly.

MALONEY: I didn't spot any Weather Fugitives. Did you?


MALONEY: How about Greenberg?

KELLY: I didn't see Greenberg either. Should I get O'Connor to contact the neighbors of his parents again? And make sure Greenberg isn't visiting them now?

MALONEY: Yeah. Let's do that.


Rachel and Jim are both nude. Rachel smiles as she straddles Jim on his mattress and bombards Jim with passionate kisses.


Jim purchases newspaper. He glances at front page.


Under a big headline, "3,000 PROTEST AIR WAR; ROTC BUILDING, LABS TRASHED; NATIONAL GUARD TEAR GASES PROTESTERS," there's a photograph of Jim from the back, speaking at the rally and pointing off-campus.


Marlene chairs meeting.

MARLENE: So I propose that we picket outside the building where the Regents are meeting Friday. And hand out leaflets which demand that the University of Michigan end all its Pentagon research permanently. And discontinue its ROTC program, finally.

Jim raises his hand.


JIM: Look. We showed yesterday that we have three thousand sisters and brothers who want ROTC and war researach ended at the University of Michigan. And who want all weapons production ended in the city of Ann Arbor. I don't think we just have to picket outside the building where the Regents are holding their meeting. I think we should march inside the building and go upstairs to where they're meeting. And make our demands right in front of their meeting room.

A few students applaud.

MARLENE: I call myself...I support Jim's idea. Is there anybody who doesn't think we should march inside the building and upstairs to make our demands right in front of the Regents' meeting room?

No hands are raised.

MARLENE (CONT'D): Then let's pass around sign-up sheets for people who want to leaflet.


Demonstrators have gathered in front of Administration building. Marlene leads demonstrators into building.


Demonstrators sit on the floor outside meeting room, while Marlene speaks.

MARLENE: President Flame has agreed to speak with us inside the meeting room in a few minutes. To explain what the Regents have decided.


Demonstrators sit around table and on floor in Regents' meeting room. University of Michigan President Flame sits at head of table on other side.

PRESIDENT FLAME: The Regents have agreed to form a new committee to study whether the University of Michigan should now terminate its ROTC program and move all classified rresearch work that is being done for the Department of Defense to an off-campus location. That's all you can realistically expect them to do.

JIM: Why can't you just order the ROTC program and the war research labs to be shut down immediately?

PRESIDENT FLAME: I don't have the authority. And it's unrealistic to expect the Regents to agree to shut them down without a committee recommending that it be done.

JIM: That's bull-shit! And you know it's bull-shit! The University of Michigan still wants to receive juicy research contracts from the Pentagon. Even if the war in Indochina goes on forever. That's really why you want to keep the ROTC program going and the secret research labs open. Why don't you stop bull-shitting the University of Michigan student body?

PRESIDENT FLAME: I don't have to listen to anybody talk to me like that. This meeting is over.

Presdient Flame stands up and walks toward the meeting room door.

MARLENE: President Flame! The student government has been demanding that the ROTC program and the war research labs be shut down for the last 4 years! When are you going to start listening to us?

President Flame turns around just before he reaches the meeting room door.

PRESIDENT FLAME: You're lucky I don't suspend you for inciting people to destroy Unviersity of Michigan property, Marlene!

MARLENE: Try it. And you'll have a thousand students sitting in your office.

President Flame turns his back again on demonstrators. He leaves the room, amidst laughter.

JIM: Now I understand why Marlene is more popular at the University of Michigan than President Flame.

MARLENE: As you can see, the Regents and President Flame still don't want to meet the demands of People Against The Air War. That's why we have to keep demonstrating in Ann Arbor as long as the air war against the Indochines people is not ended completely.

Demonstrators file out of the Regents meeting room.


Marlene is standing next to Roger, 21, a tall red-haired guy with glasses. Jim walks by, notices them and stops.

JIM: Marlene!

MARLENE: Hi, Jim. You know Roger.

JIM: Yeah. I've seen you at the People Against The Air War meetings...Speaking of People Against The Air War, are there going to be anymore meetings? We haven't had one since the Regents meeting demo.

MARLENE: No. That was it for this term. Everybody has to study for finals now. Or finish their term papers.

JIM: And what about you?

MARLENE: I haven't done much schoolwork since we started People Against The Air War. Now I have three weeks to both catch up and write four term papers.

JIM: That's the problem with trying to be a student, when you really want to be an activist.

MARLENE: How about you, Jim? Are you going to go back to your music now?

JIM: I don't know. First I have to figure out how to earn some money to stay in Ann Arbor. My savings are getting real low and I have to find a job.

ROGER: Why don't you go to "Write-On"? They need people to ghostwrite papers.

JIM: That's a good idea. I think I will do that.


A mustached man, 25, with long hair in a headband, WRITE-ON SUPERVISOR, sits behind desk. Jim sits on opposite side of desk.

WRITE-ON SUPERVISOR: We exist to free undergrad students from being in academic straitjackets. But some of our best customers are professors who need research done for their books. And grad students, who need us to write their dissertations for them, also are frrequent customers.

Write-On Supervisor hands Jim form.

WRITE-ON SUPERVISOR (CONT'D): This is the format in which each page of the paper should be typed. You get four dollars for each page you write. Special projects, like dissertation-writing and bibliographical work, will be paid accorting to an agreed-upon fee.

JIM: I think I can do it.

WRITE-ON SUPERVISOR: That's good. Since this is our busy season, I can give you three projects that are due by next week. A paper on Dryden. A paper on public school educational issues. And a paper on Shakespeare. I also have PhD dissertation project that pays one thousand dollars, which won't be due until early June.

JIM: I'll takea whatever work you can give me.

WRITE-ON SUPERVISOR: That's what we need.

Write-On Supervisor takes a few project order papers out of a folder. He hands them to Jim, who quickly looks project orders over. Jim stands and smiles.

JIM: See you next week!

Before the Write-On Supervisor has a chance to reply, the telephone on his desk has started to ring. At the same time he answers the telephone, four University of Michigan business school students walk into the office as Jim leaves office.


Marlene is sitting alone on campus lawn across from library. She is taking notes from big textbook. On his way into the library, carrying a small knapsack, Jim notices Marlene, smiles and walks to where she is sitting. He is wearing a T-shirt and jeans, as is Marlene. Jim sits down next to Marlene.

JIM: Hi, Marlene!

Marlene looks up and puts down her book.


Marlene puts her arm around Jim tenderly for a few seconds.

JIM: I haven't seen you in a few weeks. Where have you been?

MARLENE: Trying to avoid people so I don't flunk all my courses this term.

JIM: I miss talking with you.

MARLENE: I miss you,too, Jim. Did you end up finding some job?

JIM: I'm doing the ghostwriting for Write-On Research. That's why I'm going to the library now. I have to use the typewriter there to type up a paper that needs to be ready by tomorrow.

MARLENE: Do you like doing the ghostwriting?

JIM: It's better than doing office work or factory work. And it's easier to write a term paper when you're getting paid for it, than when you're just doing it to pass a course.

MARLENE: Are you able to live on what they pay you?

JIM: The last few days they seem to have less work. But I should get a thousand bucks by the middle of June, when I finish the dissertation they gave me to work on.

Marlene laughs.

MARLENE: Somebody's purchasing their dissertation?

JIM: Yeah. She needs to get a PhD in Educational Administration in order to get hired as a university administrator.

Marlene laughs.

MARLENE: I always wondered why university administrators don't seem to know anything.

Jim laughs.

JIM: How about going to a movie with me this weekend?

MARLENE: I'd like to. But I can't go out too much until I finish all this schoolwork. And I already promised Roger I'd go out with him this weekend.

JIM: Oh...Well, he seems like a nice guy.

MARLENE: Why don't you call me in a few weeks? I should have more free time by then.

JIM: O.K. I'll call you in a few weeks.

Jim suddenly give Marlene a quick kiss on the cheek and stands up.

JIM (CONT'D): Well, I guess I better start typing up that paper.

MARLENE: Nice seeing you again, Jim.