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the hope of the wwld. When I hear th| 8 iterances of despair eqtningfrotn my pqopl# | think of the.Oakie in western Oklahoma during the dust bowl era. His crops were gone; Ida cattle lirS starving to death.1 Then the familiar rumbling and twisting of a tornado comes slashing out of a tidal wave of dust The OSkie ind his family race for a storm cellar. A storm cellar in the southwest is a rectangular hole in the ground with earth heaped over the top . . . not unlike a fallout shelter. The twister comes and goes. The ragged family comes up out of their hole and looks upbnf a blurry pathos. The house is gone, the barn is gone, every-; thing is gofte but the waves of dust Did they give up and quit? No. An amazing number erf them did not give up and quit. When they came out of that hole in the ground, the scene could have been similar to Washington, D.C., after a blast. These Oakies did not have a government subsidy to carry them through. Their world was gone. But their courage and their reason for living was not gone.
This fatalism, this attitude of despair is appaling. If you do not have the moral fiber to take the threat of an atomic war, I question your ability to take the threat of a common crisis such as an accident, sickness or death.
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