Le journal bilingue de Glendon | Glendon’s Bilingual Newspaper
Vol. 61 Issue 2 : le 12 octobre 2022
In This Issue Page 2 ● LETTER FROM THE EDITOR VIE ÉTUDIANTE Page 3 ● Comment profiter au maximum de la semaine de lecture Page 4 ● The Immaculately Blooming Gardens at Glendon Campus ARTS ET DIVERTISSEMENT Page 5 ● We(Can)d Binge! Page 6 ● Book Review: The Magic of the Blue Nights by Joan Didion MÉTROPOLE Page 7 ● Mon expérience dans un restaurant du Guide Michelin de Toronto Page 8 ● The Challenge of Student Housing in Toronto - And Some Tips to Navigate It SANTÉ ET BIEN-ÊTRE Page 9 ● Une fuite pour le cerveau Page 10 ● Hearty Vegetarian Bolognese Pasta ACTUALITÉ ET OPINIONS Page 11 ● Cast your Votes! The 2022 Ontario Municipal Election Page 11 ● A Trip to Washington DC to protest the Viet Nam War - October 1969: Part Two EXPRESSIONS Page 12 ● Till death do us part Page 12 ● The Phoenix inside reignite Page 12 ● Omg you live alone? Girlboss energy! Page 12 ● Digital Dark Age La prochaine date limite : Vendredi 14 octobre 2022
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A Trip to Washington DC to protest the Viet Nam War - October 1969: Part Two David Moulton Pro Tem Alumnus ‘73 A Trip to Washington DC to protest the Viet Nam War - October 1969: Part One (Issue 1, 2022/2023). After the demonstration, we made our way to a restaurant/coffee shop. Vince had a friend at Howard University, and he thought they might be able to find us a spot to sleep. I drove, while Vince figured out the directions and the rest of the group stayed at the restaurant. It was certainly after 9 p.m. and very dark as we proceeded to find his friend. When we got to the university, Vince set off on foot, and I stayed behind in the car. Remember that this is 1969, and Washington had had its share of racial troubles, so it wasn’t
without some trepidation that Vince left the car and I remained behind. After about what seemed to be fifteen minutes, Vince returned without locating his contact. We returned to the restaurant and, in the meantime, the other group had gotten into a discussion with some locals; they volunteered to give us a place to sleep for the night. As I recall, they were a couple, medical residents who lived in Virginia. Before crossing the Potomac River to reach their farm, they had to drop off several protesters in various parts of the city. The farmhouse was spacious, and we stayed up well into the early morning discussing American politics and the war. I remember that they were impressed with our knowledge of their political system. After we woke up and had
something to eat, we returned to Washington. On our way, we stopped at Arlington Cemetery, the U.S. military graveyard. Arlington Cemetery was originally the home of Robert E. Lee’s family; when the American Civil War broke out, the federal government seized the property, and turned it into a cemetery to bury Union soldiers. It was a somber occasion, because we witnessed a soldier from the fighting in Viet Nam being buried. It was a moment that brought the war home directly to us. From there, we proceeded toward Canada. Again, we drove nonstop back to the Canadian border; this time, we crossed at Niagara Falls. I remember one haunting song we listened to on the radio, Carol King’s “It’s Too Continued on PAGE 11