"It's a melting society, it melts everybody's ass alike-but if the pressure gets too hot you can turn back and say 'mumsy, daddy, get me out of here'...When you're born, I'm hard as a brick."

The old woman took a long time to answer the door. She thought it was someone trying to sell her something, and she said she didn't need anything. When she found out we just wanted to talk, she withdrew even further back behind the partly-opened door and said she didn't know anything: "Go away." A Building and Grounds man was in the hall, on his way to the basement to try and fix the washing machines that the occupants of the University Road apartments are afraid to use. He nodded at us. "You're in a bad area. A girl was murdered here, two entrances over."

We went to see the building, and talk to its people--the building and people everybody at Harvard had heard so much about since the bust last week. We went confused, not knowing what we would find, and found everybody at University Road as confused as we. The old ladies didn't hate Harvard kids, and the hippie painters didn't love them. And nobody was too sure of what the strike could mean.

In the end we are all Puseys:

"WHY DO you go to Harvard? For status, right? Why are you asking me these questions, what do you care? Why are you coming out here? You came to Harvard, did what the perfect kid was supposed to do--what do you care if they throw people out? You're sort of saying Harvard is wrong, but what will you be doing 20 years from now? You've already been above the borderline--finally the richies are turning around and saying I don't like it up here. But if we start getting what you have you'll say, 'Hey, goddamn it, I had that place when I was born....'"

He never let us past the front entry hall. He was a high school senior, a black high school senior, visiting a friend's apartment. He thought he spotted the phony white liberal-radicals in us in a second, and we could not change his mind.

"What is a radical? Status, man. I'm a radical, man, I'm cool, my head's more together than yours. In the end I'm gonna be a Pusey-radical, liberal, what's the difference, man?"

"You don't have to get your skull busted--it's a big decision for you to make, an admirable decision in the all-American tradition. If you can convince me of why, I won't have these ideas about middle-class whites. You're the protest set instead of the jet set. How are we gonna change jet set. How are we gonna change the way we are, the whole country. Like in Yellow Submarine--is there a guy who can walk down the street and make flowers grow behind him?"

HE SAID he was a photographer. He would have come to Harvard and photographed the kids during the occupation last week, but didn't want to get his head busted in. We agreed. He didn't think much of our strike; he distrusted our motives.

"You do this because it's the in thing to do. Where they're at at Harvard is unclear to me--you should sit down and examine what you're talking about and what you're doing. The whole nation is in an uptight bag... the police have got to go in there and break some heads to fit in with the norm of the nation. You're angry because you saw what happened--I've seen that all my life."

"Look at yourself and see if you really want to change things. It's a melting society, it melts everybody's ass alike...but if the pressure gets too hot you can turn back and say 'mumsy, daddy, get me out of here."

"Why were there 2000 people in the Harvard chapel the next day? Because Harvard's number one in the nation, that's why--you can't have the police coming in and pushing people around. But those people in the chapel don't care about what Harvard's doing--they're all going on to get their degrees and make their money."

HE THOUGHT SDS was a bunch of phony white radicals, and he thought Afro was a bunch of phony black radicals, and he didn't think the fact that they were united behind the same eight demands did much good for either movement.

"One thing that bugs me is the way that radicals and liberals relate to blacks. They've changed the direction of the black movement, used it for their own purposes without changing at all themselves. What kind of blacks do you get at Harvard anyway? Those guys wouldn't have related to the black movement at al before...I don't knock anybody down for that--life is like that in America. I'm not saying you should want to put your life on the line, but don't be a phony about it."

"I think that if Harvard wants to tear this building down what we do wouldn't mean anything, a few isolated, poverty-stricken people couldn't do anything. I don't want to move into a housing project - I'll have nightmares."