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“…he not busy being born is busy dying…”

The Great Speckled Bird 5/12/69 vol 2 #9 p11

[The layout of the following article and lyrics was nonlinear, with sections and paragraphs arranged around photos and other graphics.]

 “I will secretly accept you,

And together we’ll fly South.”

 “Leave your stepping stones behind

There’s something that calls for you.

Forget the dead you left, they will not follow you.

The vagabond who’s rapping at your door

Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.

Strike another match–go start anew,

And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.”

 “And I’ll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it

And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it.

And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’

And I’ll know my song well before I start singin’.”

 

“In a soldier’s stance I aimed my hand

At the mongrel dogs who teach.

Fearing not I’d become my enemy

At the instant that I preached.

My existence led by confusion boats

Mutinied from stern to bow–

Ah, but I was so much older then,

I’m younger than that now.”

 Bob Dylan chronicles a newborn musical soul in fetters: hillbilly theatrics and black-face minstrelsy stifle its expression and obscure its real identity. The guitar is raucous and untutored, its forms a parody of the strengths of black bluesmen and white troubadours who sang of hard times. Only the harmonica sings. A rough, fresh humor explodes through all the tradition and the intense preoccupation with death. The sound is uptight, confined. Woody Guthrie is mentor.

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan begins the pendulum swing away from the experience of the black man. Traditional white folk and “topical” forms are explored and expanded in a relaxation of the musical tensions of the first album. Interaction between voice and guitar is the keystone–both rough, both searching for a style and a form, but this time creating music in the process. Superlative harmonica offerings continue to hold the straining parts together. “Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right” presages the sounds to come: a perfect musical and lyrical creation with guitar, vocal and harmonic textures intermeshed in an autonomous unit. The humor is still present, tempered by a growing bitterness.

 The Times They Are A-Changin’ continues the reformulation of the topical “protest” song, but this time the humor is absent. The singer becomes a preacher. The harmonica is distilled sadness and anger and fear while the guitar learns discipline.

 Another Side of Bob Dylan is the nadir of instrumental and vocal performance. Previous song forms are now totally inadequate: the new wine is bursting the old skins. The voice is increasingly strained and laden with self-pity, the instrumental accompaniment demoralized.

The next album is Bringin’ It All Back Home, but the trip is not into the past, but forward into the present. The sound turns on. Electric instruments are added. The total music is more alive than ever before. The term “folk music” is reinterpreted: the sounds which once came from the broadside now emanate from the jukebox. Teenagers all over the world have the subterranean homesick blues. There is a force, a fire long absent or suppressed. The harmonica soars, the electricity flows freely through the new expanded instrumentation, and the voice begins to work within the path created for it by the music: Guthrie has become the tambourine man.

 Highway 61 Revisited lets it all hang out. The musical psyche of youth weeps, laughs and lashes out violently at the absurdity of the old forms it has inherited. Freedom is not a goal to be won; freedom lies in the struggle against these old forms. It is a personal as well as a collective thing.

 Blonde on Blonde expands the electric sounds further and mellows them. Musical subtleties abound. Everything bristles, everything sings; the song, the singer, and the sound find a new realm of wholeness where they can move together. The turn-on has proved permanent and produces a vibrant palette of tone colors.

 John Wesley Harding is a distillation of all that has gone before. Instrumentation is simpler, more pungent, the song forms less complex and more elliptical. The sound plunges deep into the roots of white country music, and the voice handles its new eminence with grace. The forms are more regional, yet, mystical, more traditional, yet freer, pop but earthy. The voice evokes, it does not preach.

Nashville Skyline is the birth of a new voice: Dylan sings! Both the harmonious and discordant elements latent in the first album are now fused and reintegrated into a new sound. Johnny Cash joins Woody Guthrie. Humor returns not as an imp but as a lover. The old has produced the new. Dylan is now the country cosmopolite. Another struggle, another cycle begins.

The young Bob Dylan is full of words, but they are not his, nor are the forms in which they are expressed: the song is either “to Woody”

“Here’s to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly, too

And to all the good people that traveled with you;

Here’s to the hearts and the hands of men

That ‘come with dust and are gone with the wind”,

–or the experience it speaks of belongs to the black man.

“I’m walkin’ kinda funny, Lord,

I believe I’m fixin’ t’ die.

Oh well, I’m walkin’ kinda funny, Lord,

I believe I’m fixin’ t’ die.

Well I don’t mind dyin’ but I hate t’leave my children cryin’.”

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan begins to make his own personal statement, but the old forms continue to dominate. Enter the “message”. Even here “issues” become a cul-de-sac, and moralism gives way to a desire for change itself. Former issues of Right vs. Wrong are compressed into one comprehensive issue–new vs. old: “Get out of the new road if you can’t lend your hand/ For the time’s they are a-changin’.”      

This new emphasis upon a radically altering universe of values opens a door to a whole new experience. A verbal manifesto is required as a ticket to ride.

“Good and bad I defined these terms

So clear, no doubt somehow:

Ah, but I was so much older then

I’m younger than that now.”

 Love is impossible. “Go away from my window.”

 Bringin’ It All Back Home: Rock and Roll brings it all back home to the 20th century. Folk means pop, and the lyrics become looser with greater room for complexities and shifting priorities of meanings. The new freedom allows a place for love minus zero, no limit.

 Highway 61 Revisited submerges the Word, now harsh and biting into an orgy of imagery and electric sound: “the songs on this record are not so much songs but rather exercises in tonal breath control (B.D.) “‘Message Man” is now the villain of villains:

“You’ve been with the professors

And they’ve all liked your looks.

With great lawyers you’ve discussed lepers and crooks.

You’ve been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books,

You’re very well read, it’s well known–

But something is happening here, and you don’t know what it is,

Do you, Mr. Jones?”

The word clusters are now too dense and evocative for any “message” Mr. Jones the Print Man might be able to seek–“There oughta be a law against you comin’ round/ You should be made to wear earphones!”

Blonde on Blonde accepts the new complexity as basic. The savage humor is mellowed and the love strain is amplified. The sprawling, inward turning images can construct a hymn to a “sad-eyed lady of the lowlands” or say simply, “I want you”.

John Wesley Harding compresses the lines into stark, enigmatic song forms in which “Nothing”–and everything–is revealed”. The simple eloquence of country music lyrics is inspiration. Song and setting are one and the same. Words are a means of expression for the voice, now used as an instrument within a total sound.

Folk, pop, country, rock – Nashville Skyline reformulates all the lyrical ingredients of all the previous verbal concoctions into a new, whole in which the voice supersedes the song–“love that country pie”.

 Bob Dylan is schizoid, an explosive energy source of youth in a new age struggling to express itself in old forms. Black experience is exploited ruthlessly and wars with the spirit of the dust bowl. A young soul is stretched taut between competing masques. Intuition and fear of death is accurate, but it will be a psychic death, a destruction of the ego. Precariously balanced equilibrium.

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan has some room to walk around. The mannerisms and affectations of false experience are channeled into more accommodating vessels. Preoccupation with death becomes horror at the condition of man in the 20th Century, and fear of The Bomb. White folk forms are infused with humor and the balance is maintained.

The Times They Are A-Changin’ tips the scales to the dark side. Humor is gone. Despair, outrage, protest, even vengeance come to the fore. Change is seen as an end in itself.

 The split occurs in Another Side of Bob Dylan. Uncertainty rules. The old answers become questions. Withdrawal, beginning of psychosis. Turning inward. There is only one issue now: being “hung up.”

Bringin’ It All Back Home discovers a new source of strength with which to face the trial ahead: electric rock, a new folk music for a new age. The door to the unconscious is opened, the past is irrevocably past.

Highway 61 Revisited gets down in it. All travel is within the psyche. The outside world is a manifestation of the horrors within. Chaos reigns, humor is savage. New forms, new shapes, all is accepted.

 Blonde on Blonde reveals a psychic implosion. Dylan gracefully rides the crest of his own mind wave. He has found his own frequency, and the love and humor can again have free play. The conscious and the unconscious are opposite sides of the same experience.

John Wesley Harding forms a synthesis. The wounds begin to heal, and a new vision appears. Rage and humor mellow into wisdom. White soul roots are deeper, flight is unrestrained. Passage from within to without is smooth and free. The Self.

Nashville Skyline is the birth of a new voice. All elements are balanced. Free-flowing sound. Wounds have become strengths. All blends into the love strain. Integration of the individual into the world. A new cycle begins.

“Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet

We’ll sit here stranded, though we’re all doing our best to deny it

And Louise holds a handful of rain tempting you to defy it

Lights flicker in the opposite loft

In this room the heat pipes just cough

The country music station plays soft,

But there’s nothing, really nothing to turn off

Just Louise and her lover so entwined

And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.”

 

“Now the moon is almost hidden

The stars are beginning to hide

The fortune telling lady

Has even taken all her things inside

All except for Cain and Abel

And the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love

Or else expecting rain

And the good Samaritan he’s dressing

He’s getting ready for the show

He’s going to the carnival

Tonight on Desolation Row.”

                                                                        –miller francis, jr.

 

 

 

Bird Bash 2008

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http://www.greatspeckledbird.org/

The Great Speckled Bird held a gathering of the tribe in May 2008.

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Flock plans to celebrate paper that soared from underground

By Keith Graham  Staff Writer

Hatched with a hopeful chirp by a flock of space-age muckrakers, it soared into flight 20 years ago billing itself as “The South’s Standard Underground Newspaper.”

With revolutionary relish, the Great Speckled Bird swooped from controversy to controversy the next several years, calling out for peace and racial justice and the making of a counterculture in an offbeat manner that attracted more readers than any other weekly paper in Georgia. But the self-proclaimed “anti-war, anti-racist” newspaper plummeted and crashed in 1976, its wings clipped by lack of enthusiasm in times that were a’changin’.

Gone but not forgotten by a generation that found it groovy if far-out required reading, the Great Speckled Bird will fly again if only for a day on Saturday, ironically the start of a weekend of memorials to victims of war, including a war the Bird firmly opposed. Ex-Bird “readers, sellers, writers, staffers and all beings of this known universe” are invited to a reunion doubling as a benefit for Radio Free Georgia (WRFG) and The Fund for Southern Communities at the Atlanta Water Works Lodge.

In traditional laid-back fashion, the’ event’s organizers say they do not know exactly what will happen, though there will be some music and an exhibit to remind folks of the gory glory days. “Hopefully, we won’t have riots,” said a chuckling Tom Coffin, who created a forerunner of the Bird — The Emory Herald-Tribune, later called the Big American Review — during a brief stay as an Emory graduate student.

Coffin, 44, a crane operator who came South after earning a degree at Oregon’s Reed College, and his wife, Stephanie, an activist from the University of Washington, were among the 20 to 25 founders, mostly white civil rights activists, who chipped in $25 to $100 a head to create the Bird in March 1968. They borrowed the paper’s name from a country song recorded by Roy Acuff, which in turn had borrowed from a passage in the Bible’s book of Jeremiah about a bird different from the others.

On the inaugural issue’s front page, Coffin spelled out the philosophy. The Bird, he promised, would “bitch and badger, carp and cry and perhaps give Atlanta (and environs, ’cause we’re growing, baby) a bit of honest and interesting and, we trust, even readable journalism.” It also would offer alternatives to the American way of life for “turned on” readers.

The other front-page story in that issue set the tone for what was to come with a blast at Ralph McGill, one of the icons of Southern moderation, even liberalism. “What’s It All About, Ralphie?” attacked the early civil rights advocate for becoming a “leading exponent of U.S. imperialism and deception” by backing the Vietnam War.

In subsequent issues, the Bird told its readers about the Black Panthers, Ho Chi Minh, the drug bust of local hippie Mother David and striking garbage workers. Readers saw regular coverage of theater, art and music, too. Not just the music of acts such as the psychedelic Vanilla Fudge and mellow Donovan, but even bluegrass and country. I

The Bird arose at a time when ‘ underground newspapers were flapping their wings from Berkeley, home of the Barb, to New York, where the East Village Other and the Rat were the rage.

Robert Glessing, author of “The Underground Press in America,” estimates there were 456 underground publications by 1970.

A minimum of 1.5 million people read the undergrounds by 1972, according to Laurence Learner, author of “The Paper Revolutionaries,” and other estimates put the figures as high as 18 million.

A midsize alternative, the Bird topped out with a respectable circulation of 25,000 and won plaudits coast to coast. In Learner’s estimation, it displayed casual sophistication in writing style and a cool graphic brilliance. In a feature on the underground press in 1971, the “60 Minutes” television show said that if the Los Angeles Free Press was The New York Times of the undergrounds, Atlanta’s Bird was its Wall Street Journal, a literate paper with an analytical bent.

But success did not come without struggle. From the beginning, the Bird faced both external and internal pressures that made its flight a dizzying one.

After a damaging local smear campaign, the paper was forced to go all the way to New Orleans to find a printer. Atlanta police seized the May 26, 1969, issue, featuring a cover cartoon of an armed man shouting an obscenity under a Coca- Cola logo. Bird hawkers were harassed by police, and the paper had to go to court to maintain use of the U.S. mail system. In 1972, the paper, which carried no insurance, was the victim of an unsolved firebombing that demolished its offices near Piedmont Park.

And if the outside world didn’t succeed in destroying the paper, it sometimes seemed its own staff might

Learner’s book used the Bird as “a particularly clear example” of internal tension between cultural and political forces, a common problem for the underground papers. And staff members acknowledge there were constant discussions to define the correct ideology at regular Monday and Thursday meetings. Committed to the notion of participatory democracy, the Bird staff was organized as a collective that made decisions by majority vote and preferably by consensus.

Picking cover art, even choosing what color ink to use, was often controversial. As the women’s movement gained strength, a women’s caucus was formed to battle staff sexism. And bitter debates developed over whether the paper, which began, according to one staffer, with roots in existentialist Christian philosophy, should adopt pure Marxist- Leninist positions.

Even amid the strife, however, Bird staffers continued to try to shape a radicalism uniquely suited to the South. “A lot of us were from the South, and we kind of thought in Southern terms,” said Steve Wise, who covered the peace movement within the military, international affairs and rock ‘n’ roll.

Wise believes the Bird contributed positively to the changes that transformed the region. ‘You can see change occurring. I grew up in a segregated society,” said Wise, a Newport News, Va., native now working as a courier while writing a thesis on Latin American history for a master’s degree from Georgia State University. “When we started, the level of racism here was a lot higher than it is now. … For basically a white paper, our pro-civil rights coverage was different from any paper around. “

Howard Romaine, another founder who is now a lawyer and. aspiring country music songwriter in Nashville, Tenn., agreed that the Bird had an impact on race relations. “I never did have any revolutionary expectations,” he said, “except for the notion that black people voting in the South was revolutionary.”

Other former staffers say the paper helped to end the Vietnam War and to create a climate that has prevented the United States from going to war in Central America. And on the local level, they say the Bird helped diminish police brutality.

But by the early 1970s, some of the original staff members already had begun to fly the coop, some to other movement jobs, a few to other alternative media, most simply to try to make ends meet as they began to raise families. (The Bird’s, salaries of $25 to $60 a week did not go far.) ,

While staff” members could be replaced and were, readers could not — once members of the movement that provided the circulation base began moving into the Me Decade, losing much of their interest in the issues covered by the paper. “After ’72, the movement just sort of collapsed,” said Wise, who will celebrate his 45th birthday at the reunion. “The anti-war movement went into a very swift eclipse when the draft ended.” In re-reading the papers lately, he said, he was interested up until 1973. Afterward, the paper just seemed to be all critique without any feeling that anything positive — action by a movement — would result, he said.

A 1984 attempt at reviving the Bird with about half new staff and half old hands fizzled. “Basically, it was sort of a nostalgic thing, and there really wasn’t a market,” said Wise, who participated partly because his fondest hope had once been that the Bird would become a permanent institution like New York’s Village Voice.

“I think it was a great tragedy what happened to the Bird,” said Romaine. To become commercially viable, however, the paper would have had to open itself up to more diverse viewpoints. And, as several staffers commented, the Bird was always short on people who knew a lot about running a successful business.

However, Saturday will not be a time for pondering what might have been but for celebrating what was. “We’ve had great times laughing and talking and remembering all our old arguments,” said Stephanie Coffin, a part-time English instructor at Georgia State University who was one of the reunion organizers. “That was a fantastic period. It was an incredibly creative, incredibly alive period. And it was totally consuming. It left a vacuum in a lot of people’s lives.”

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Ink By the Barrel: The Great Speckled Bird

The Great Speckled Bird

One of the hazards of starting a newspaper in your home town is that you cannot escape some of the mishaps of your youth. About once a year I get a nice note from Buckhead resident Helen Sterne saying she is enjoying our newspaper, but she always closes with: “It certainly is a lot better than The Great Speckled Bird!”

In the late 1960s Atlanta was no Haight-Ashbury, but long before bankers and lawyers were walking the streets of Midtown, the area along Peachtree between 8th and 14th streets was known as “The Strip.” The sidewalks and alleys were full of long-haired, blue-jeaned, tie-dyed “hippies” offering all kinds of illegal substances and alternative lifestyles. It made today’s Little Five Points look like Phipps Plaza. On any given Friday night, parents would drive us through The Strip on the way back from dinner at the Piedmont Driving Club or Capital City Club, lock the doors and warn us of the dangers of this part of town.

So naturally, with 13-year-old curiosity, we would get up the next morning, tell our parents we were going to play tennis, and sneak out with our Jimi Hendrix T-shirts to “expand our minds” or to try to “find ourselves” amidst the record stores, head shops, and clothing boutiques on The Strip. One of the required souvenirs was to get the latest issue of The Great Speckled Bird. It was full of the latest inside reports on college students going on strike and closing down campuses, about battles with police in the streets of Chicago, about counterculture political parties, civil rights demonstrations, wild concerts, dangerous drugs and a movement older people feared most, a concept foreign to us – something called Free Sex.

One day, I noticed an ad promoting an opportunity to make money: buy 50 copies of The Bird for 15¢ each and sell them for 35¢. My first newspaper entrepreneurial thought stirred. I could get rich! I bought 50 copies and the next day, took 25 to my school, Westminster. I could stimulate intellectual thinking and make a tidy profit. Only one problem: students didn’t want to buy The Bird from a freckly-faced eighth grader.

Next idea: sell them to my neighbors. So I wandered up my street and stopped at the Sterne household. Mrs. Sterne answered the door. As I made my sales pitch, a look of horror crossed her face. She was the matriarch of a household containing her husband, the president of Trust Company Bank, and two Catholic schoolgirls. A household I was threatening to poison with radical, seditious journalism. Trying to fill the silence, I mumbled something about selling them at school. Well, when the story got around, I was selling them for the profit of Westminster.

Two days later, I’m dozing in chemistry lab and the principal walks in, grabs me and says I am being summoned to Dr. Pressly’s office. Dr. Pressly, the school’s founder, was a man who was so polished, so patrician, but so powerful that I must have done something really great to be going to see him.
He asked if I was telling people I was selling The Bird for the benefit of Westminster. I turned bright red and quickly said no. He said some board members had gotten confusing information and were calling him, greatly concerned. Graciously, he let the conversation drop there.

But others didn’t. Apparently, at that very moment my father was at Peachtree Golf Club, involved in a shouting match with a legendary school board member, Mr. Warren, about my disparaging the good name of the school.

All this because I was trying to make 20¢ a copy. I think I sold only about 12 of those papers. I wish I still had the rest. I could probably sell them for a lot more now.

Ink By the Barrel: The Great Speckled Bird

Make Bread sell The Bird

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  Many people in the hip community made cash by selling the Bird. The Bird deal made it so you couldn’t lose money and could, by selling regularly, make a decent living by hippie standards.

shapeimage_3Birds were mailed to me at Oxford College and I sold them in the cafeteria evenings. It was considered uncool to not pay over the stated price and magnanimously say, “Keep the change!”

Fridays I would race in my slow but steady Celestial Omnibus VW in I-20, up I-75 to the Birdhouse on 14th, to start. If I had money, I’d buy Birds. If not, they would front a few to sell, return and repeat until you had cash to buy Birds to carry wherever to sell.

Weekends I’d try to get 14th and Peachtree where the Uniform company had a lawn shaded by huge trees. People would hang out and talk to you or nap in the shade. The job was to barker Birds. You could walk along the edge of the street holding the latest cover up to see and try to catch the eye of each driver. Acting a bit for the tourists always got money.

It was always a a trip. friday and Saturday nights young, rich hipsters headed to the park would pay not 25 cents, but $5 to the “real” hippie selling Birds. Determined to be wild suburban middle aged couples where the woman wanted to “kiss a real hippie”, you’d let the husband show off by leeringly asking for marijuana by some cool, unknown nickname he had heard who knows where, and ask if it was true it was an aphrodisiac. Or pass you party favors of one style or another to be hidden under the tree until you were ready to leave. You also met a lot of good friendly folks.

Cops would come by and stop. Some decently friendly. Some on power trip staring and trying to make you nervous enough to step in the street and be arrested for “impeding traffic” even if the street was empty.

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Same cop at the Piedmont Police Riot

My worst experience came on my second day selling at that corner. A really fat young crewcut cop on a tricycle pulled up stopping just inches from my feet. he took his time standing up on the trike and swinging over one ham leg and stepping down. A moment to work that gunbelt around and up to where there should have been a waist. straighten his cap. Then suddenly pull his gun and crouch pointing it at my face a few inches away. I had grown up in a small town and until that very minute I had thought all cops were peace officers just making everyone safe. This cop changed my mind when he said a word aloud I had only seen in print before, and rarely then.

“Come on MotherF__ker! Give me a reason to shoot! Please, you hippie Mother___ker!” he screamed blowing spit like some redneck sheriff caricature in a drive-in movie. His manner, the gun in my face and what he had screamed outloud scared me to death, and it showed. He held the pose oblivious to the horrified faces in cars streaming by. He held it through a  stoplight cycle and a half, as judged by cars stopping. He  laughed cruelly and put up his gun. Chuckling he walked  back and laboriously swung his ham back over the trike’s gas tank. Like any good silly movie, it wouldn’t crank till the third try then sputtered alive.  He charged forward and I had to jump aside as he rode off very pleased with himself.

This was absolutely shocking to me and was a step in radicalizing my view of mindless authority.

One of the best days selling the Bird was before the start of the Second Atlanta Pop Festival. There was no bread to spare at my house so we were not planning to go down to Byron. Then a parade of incredible vehicles of hippies just checking out The Strip before heading down to Byron proceeded down Peachtree. Amazing painted cars and schoolbuses revamped into sculptures on wheels. A sparkling city dump truck with music blasting from inside. The driver laughed, pushed a lever and the tail end rose open like to dump. Inside was furniture, an 8-track blasting and about ten stoned laughing people trying to run up the curved shiny insides.

By dark I raced home and told Gabi to get some stuff and let’s call some people and head down to this party. We’ll just play in the parking lot, we don’t need to get in front of the stage to hear the good music. Anyway there is suppose to be a free stage off in the woods a bit. We packed the Celestial Omnibus and drove through the night to Byron. The expressway was clogged as we got near.

We crossed the median and went back an exit and drove the wrong way down a parallel access road with lights out then turned out through a field towards lots of lights. Soon we had stumbled into the festival past cops trying to turn back the multitudes already peacefully ignoring them. It was worth the trip.

 

Great Speckled Memories: Back when The Bird really was The Word

http://www.politicalaffairs.net/article/view/3403/1/167

Great Speckled Memories: Back when The Bird really was The Word

By Jonathan Springston

5-10-06, 9:16 am

(APN) ATLANTA – It’s difficult to talk about the leftist scene in Atlanta in the 1960’s and 70’s without someone bringing up The Great Speckled Bird, the leftist alternative newspaper which influenced so many minds of the time. But what was The Bird? Who ran it and how did it operate?

Atlanta Progressive News has conducted extensive interviews and uncovered vast archives of The Bird’s back issues, to explain this historical phenomenon to our progressive readers of today.

In the 1960s, there were 800 underground newspapers in the United States. Many lasted a short time, but for eight and a half years, The Great Speckled Bird told the other side that other Atlanta newspapers were afraid to touch.

In 1971, Mike Wallace of CBS’s “60 Minutes” called The Bird “The Wall Street Journal of the underground press.”

But, what does it mean?

First, the name, The Great Speckled Bird, comes from a country-gospel tune of the same name.

When the initial staff members, who were considering starting an alternative paper, heard this song in 1967, they knew they had a perfect title.

A history of controversy

The first issue came out March 15, 1968 and immediately generated controversy.

The first story was titled, “What’s It All About, Ralphie?,” a eulogy for Atlanta legend and then-publisher of the Atlanta Journal Constitution, Ralph McGill. The article was highly critical of McGill’s advocacy of dropping nuclear bombs on Vietnam.

 

This would not be the last controversy. On May 26, 1969, The Bird ran a cover that featured a muscular, bearded man holding a large weapon shouting, “C’mon and Get It Motherfuckers” against a Coca-Cola background.

A month later, Atlanta Police arrested then-Business Manager of The Bird Gene Guerrero and three paper vendors for selling obscene literature to minors and violating the city’s profanity ordinance. The charges were later dismissed. When The Bird ran the news, that they had clarified the freedom of the press in Atlanta for everyone, staffers added wittily, “I wondered what made the motherfuckers change their minds?”

The Bird had a habit of criticizing the local establishment, be it the police who harassed local hippies and Bird vendors, real estate developers, or City Hall, especially then-Mayor of Atlanta Sam Massell.

The 1972 Office Firebombing

In May 1972, an unknown assailant(s) firebombed The Bird office at 240 Westminster Drive in the middle of the night.

Most of the house was destroyed along with back issues of the paper and other artifacts. A police report was filed but no arrest was ever made in connection with the crime. Most Atlanta residents denounced the attack.

But like the Phoenix rising from the ashes, The Bird emerged from the fire and continued publishing without missing a beat. Benefit dinners were held and donations were made to help the paper recover.

A Volunteer and Freelance Staff

From 1968 through 1976, things went on this way. The work was hard, the pay was low, and the harassment constant. Staff members came and went, contributing what they could when they could. The Bird retained the sporadic services of various printers willing to print the paper.

Many staff members worked on and off for pay, depending on the financial situation. Those who were paid made between $40 and $60 per week, maybe less.

Bob Goodman and Krista Brewer took extra jobs to supplement their incomes. Goodman sold copies of The Atlanta Journal Constitution out of his Volkswagen Bug. Brewer worked as a waitress.

Ted Brodek earned a satisfying wage as a Professor at Emory University and was strictly a Bird volunteer.

One volunteer who asked for her name not to be used in this article was a volunteer who lived on 14th Street. Depending on the time period, this person worked as a college English teacher, a waitress, and sold The Bird on the street.

Howard Romaine worked on and off as a volunteer and was a staff member of the Southern Student Human Relations Project for a time.

Nan Orrock was a legal secretary for Maynard Jackson, who later became Atlanta’s Mayor, and was an office manager at the ACLU’s regional office.

The early days saw the paper produced at The Birdhouse, a 1920s era two-story house, on 187 14th Street in the heart of Midtown.

The Bird cost 15 cents (20 cents outside Atlanta) and came out bi-weekly. By the end of 1968, staffers produced the paper weekly. At its peak, The Bird produced 20,000 copies, 36 pages long with 2 and 3 color covers.

Vendors made a nickel for every copy they sold and later as much as 10 cents. Subscriptions proved a valuable revenue source throughout the life of The Bird as well.

There was no explicit leadership structure, though there might have been an unspoken, implied structure. Most decisions were made democratically.

The more psychedelic midtown that once in fact existed

In those days, Midtown was the hippy and artistic haven of Atlanta. Between 10th and 14th Streets, the counterculture held sway. Many free concerts and other gatherings were held in Piedmont Park, including an early performance by The Allman Brothers.

Suburban residents would come to Midtown on the weekends to see the “freaks.” In fact, the area would become so jam-packed that it was hard to travel in the area.

The police made a habit of harassing the residents of the area for various, often bogus, reasons. The Bird produced many accounts of these incidents in their pages and made it their habit to expose unwarranted police harassment to the public.

In 1969, a police riot broke out in Piedmont Park when officers clashed with “loiterers” and “trespassers.” Police clubbed and chased people through the park and out onto 14th Street, where some who were running were caught right in front of The Birdhouse. Some Bird staffers later took affidavits from some of the victims.

The late ‘60s and early ‘70s was a low period as far as development was concerned in Midtown. Residents had abandoned the homes in the area and The Bird staff was able to negotiate a cheap rent deal for The Birdhouse.

Later, real estate developers and other business interests snatched up the land at low prices.

During the eight and half years of The Bird’s prime existence, the city continued to rezone and raise rent in Midtown to the point where the colorful inhabitants increasingly could not afford to live there. When Colony Square appeared, it marked the beginning of the kind of development seen in Midtown today.

Today’s residents of Midtown would be unable to recognize their surroundings if they traveled back in time. Small businesses and homes have been replaced with towering skyscrapers, fancy residential complexes, and hotels.

The Bird shuffled locations several times, leaving The Birdhouse for other nearby Midtown locations, including 253 North Avenue in 1970 and 956 Juniper Street in 1973, before ending up on 449 and half Moreland Avenue in Little Five Points in 1976.

A spectrum of leftist writings

For a long time, The Bird was able to operate without competition from other local alternative newspapers, allowing them to make a full-throated defense of liberal, progressive, socialist, Marxist, and Leninist issues.

The degree of how far a story was to the left depended on what the issue was and who was writing it at what time. The early years saw more radical viewpoints than the later years. The diversity of the staff led to these varying editorial positions.

The early years saw many stories about anti-war and anti-draft rallies, tales of conscientious objectors’ struggles with the law, civil rights, accounts of police harassment, geopolitical and moral stories dealing with Vietnam, labor strikes, and so much more.

Unlike today’s Atlanta Progressive News, which is written in hard news format, Bird stories ran the gamut from rigid, traditional news style pieces, to stream-of-consciousness, poetry, and freeform.

Advertisements for clothing stores, bookstores, music stores, and music festivals splashed across the pages. There were arguments about whether to include advertisements early on but advertising was another valuable source of revenue.

There were pictures; letters to the editor, some more friendly than others; cartoons; and reviews.

The Bird volunteer who asked not to be named for this story said she had worked for The Bird from 1968 until 1973 covering student and political news, helped put together a calendar of events. She told Atlanta Progressive News the task was difficult because staff members had to pound the pavement, travel by foot to universities, and keep up with the mail to create the calendar.

The Bird would learn of lectures and antiwar marches, as well as other events, by looking at university bulletin boards. This was before Creative Loafing, the Internet, and other sources existed to provide that kind of information.

Many of the freakish but brilliant sketches and drawings adorning the pages from 1968 to 1972 were created by the talented late Ron Ausburn and were reminiscent of the macabre style of gonzo sketch artist Ralph Steadman.

Writers for The Bird were united by one thing: the search for truth. The Bird existed during perhaps the most chaotic period in American history. Production played out against the Vietnam War and the Civil Rights, Free Speech, and Women’s Rights Movements.

News and Activism as Overlapping Goals

For many staffers, involvement in progressive politics did not begin with work at The Bird. Many early staffers were already well trained in civil rights, anti-war demonstrations, and organizing.

Goodman, who wrote for The Bird for four years starting in 1968 covering transportation, labor, and anti-war issues, was opposed to the Vietnam War before reaching The Bird.

The time Goodman spent at the University of Missouri allowed him to work with the Congress of Racial Equality to organize sit-ins before moving to Atlanta in 1966 to teach at Morehouse College while doing graduate work. Goodman left before he could finish his doctoral degree.

Brewer, who wrote for The Bird in the early ‘70s covering local issues, came from “liberal, non-activist” parents and wrote some for her high school and college newspapers. She became interested in feminism and joined The Bird after seeing an advertisement.

Brodek was opposed to the Vietnam War strictly for geopolitical reasons. It was during the two years he spent in Germany before coming to Atlanta in 1967 that he heard about the atrocities happening in Vietnam that turned his opposition into a moral one.

Romaine, who also came to Atlanta in 1967 with his wife Anne after finishing his Master’s Degree in Philosophy, was interested in the Civil Rights Movement in the South and the electoral politics that grew out of that.

These issues were the main topics Romaine covered during his time at The Bird. Anne also wrote for The Bird, including a review of a Joan Baez book.M

Orrock became involved in progressive politics when she participated in 1963’s March on Washington, the site of Martin Luther King Jr.’s famous “I Have a Dream” speech. That march “really changed my thinking” on racism and segregation, Orrock said.

In 1967, Orrock and her husband moved to Atlanta. Along with five others, including Anne and Howard Romaine, Orrock helped start The Bird with the goal of providing a different perspective on the issues. Orrock sold papers, set type, and wrote stories, particularly about labor and women’s issues, working on and off for pay.

The End of the Beginning

By late 1972, things began to change at The Bird. One office had been firebombed, leaving the paper and its staff in limbo for months. The cost of the paper had risen to 20 cents and would later climb to 25 cents per issue in March 1973.

1972 and 1973 marked the time some original staffers began leaving The Bird to pursue political activities full-time.

New members came on board and began toning down the paper, both in layout and content, putting more emphasis on local news and investigative pieces. Female staffers had also begun to demand equal pay and opportunities, as the feminist movement grew stronger.

The death of Ausburn in 1972 also contributed to a more basic format. Clever graphics and sketches gave way to simpler drawings and more photographs.

The Midtown community was changing too. The hippies and the rest of the artistic community slowly departed the area, leaving mainly winos and dope peddlers, thus leaving the paper with fewer vendors.

The Bird tried putting the paper in more stores and purchasing several vending boxes at $35 to $40 a pop to boost sagging sales. This method created some success but the move was not extensive enough.

Falling finances forced staffers to work for free again. Financial issues forced the paper back to biweekly publication in 1973 and finally to monthly in 1976.

The Atlanta Gazette and Creative Loafing both launched in the mid-1970s, drained advertising from The Bird, and proved to be formidable competition.

Ominous signs of closure began looming in 1973 when staffers kicked around the idea of folding the paper before a last ditch effort was made to save The Bird.

Throughout 1976, staffers held benefit dinners, rummage sales, and asked for money and resources to save the paper but to no avail. October 1976 saw the last issue of The Bird published with the caveat that production would be suspended “indefinitely.”

Several other factors contributed to The Bird’s demise in addition to those mentioned above. A lack of a political consensus and the heavy workload for little or no pay factored greatly in the decision. Staffers, after all, needed funds to eat and pay rent.

The Great Speckled Revival

In 1984, two separate groups tried to revive The Bird. One group was comprised of some original staffers while the other was comprised of newcomers. Lack of interest, misunderstandings, and lack of funding made for a short revival.

The third and latest reincarnation of The Bird was recently launched at the April 1, 2006, antiwar rally at Piedmont Park. This is the same day The Atlanta Progressive News print edition also debuted. In full disclosure, Barry Weinstock of The Bird currently does the printing for The Atlanta Progressive News.

Barry Weinstock, who helped print The Bird during the initial run and edited during the second run, is leading the latest charge to bring back the paper along with Tom Ferguson and Darlene Carra, both involved with the second Bird run.

Volunteers launched bird.thinkspeak.net to supplement the monthly publication.

Content includes international and national political news as well as some cartoons, letters, and stories from other writers who wish to send their work in to the paper for consideration.

They were wild. Where are they now?

Former staffers continue to work for progressive causes. Brodek does not participate in journalism anymore, instead working as a translator and a mediator. He is involved with the Georgia Peace and Justice Coalition and antiwar rallies.

Brewer left The Bird in early 1974 to pursue an opportunity to start a third political party in New York. Today she is a volunteer for a local chapter of the Women’s Action for New Direction.

Goodman participates in the antiwar rally at the CNN Center every Thursday and is involved with other antiwar efforts.

The Bird volunteer who asked not to be named said she left The Bird in 1973 to help Radio Free Georgia (WRFG-FM) get off the ground. “I really missed it when the paper folded,” she said. “It was an exciting time.”

Romaine organized George McGovern’s Georgia primary campaign in 1972 and helped deliver the state’s primary to the Democratic Party’s future nominee. After being involved in a serious accident that left him with a broken back in 1973, Romaine went on to attend law school at Louisiana State University in 1974.

His wife Anne passed away in 1995. He is now an attorney in Atlanta who writes poetry from time to time.

Orrock left the paper around 1971. She did attend some planning meetings of The Bird’s second revival but was not heavily involved in the reincarnation. In 1986, Orrock won a seat in the Georgia House and has been there ever since.

This year, she is running for an open state Senate seat that incorporates the area running south from Lennox Square to Clayton County and encompasses much of the east side of Atlanta. Orrock was featured in an Atlanta Progressive News article recently, “Georgia at a Crossroads, Orrock Says.”

APN could not interview all the people who contributed to The Bird over the years because their numbers are great. And there was certainly a lot of history that has gone uncovered here, so let this be not the end but the beginning of our journey down memory lane.

Weinstock hopes the newest incarnation of The Bird will become as successful as the original.

Issues of The Bird from 1968 through 1976 are archived on microfilm in the Woodruff Library at Emory University and some hard copies are available through Emory’s rare manuscript section. This is an excellent historical resource highly recommended by APN.

From Atlanta Progressive News

–About the author: Jonathan Springston is a Staff Writer covering local issues for Atlanta Progressive News and may be reached at jonathan@atlantaprogressivenews.com

The Bird 40th Reunion: Flock plans to celebrate paper that soared from underground

By Keith Graham  AJC Staff Writer

 Hatched with a hopeful chirp by a flock of space-age muckrakers, it soared into flight 20 years ago billing itself as “The South’s Standard Underground Newspaper.”

With revolutionary relish, the Great Speckled Bird swooped from controversy to controversy the next several years, calling out for peace and racial justice and the making of a counterculture in an offbeat manner that attracted more readers than any other weekly paper in Georgia. But the self-proclaimed “anti-war, anti-racist” newspaper plummeted and crashed in 1976, its wings clipped by lack of enthusiasm in times that were a’changin’.

Gone but not forgotten by a generation that found it groovy if far-out required reading, the Great Speckled Bird will fly again if only for a day on Saturday, ironically the start of a weekend of memorials to victims of war, including a war the Bird firmly opposed. Ex-Bird “readers, sellers, writers, staffers and all beings of this known universe” are invited to a reunion doubling as a benefit for Radio Free Georgia (WRFG) and The Fund for Southern Communities at the Atlanta Water Works Lodge.

In traditional laid-back fashion, the’ event’s organizers say they do not know exactly what will happen, though there will be some music and an exhibit to remind folks of the gory glory days. “Hopefully, we won’t have riots,” said a chuckling Tom Coffin, who created a forerunner of the Bird — The Emory Herald-Tribune, later called the Big American Review — during a brief stay as an Emory graduate student.

Coffin, 44, a crane operator who came South after earning a degree at Oregon’s Reed College, and his wife, Stephanie, an activist from the University of Washington, were among the 20 to 25 founders, mostly white civil rights activists, who chipped in $25 to $100 a head to create the Bird in March 1968. They borrowed the paper’s name from a country song recorded by Roy Acuff, which in turn had borrowed from a passage in the Bible’s book of Jeremiah about a bird different from the others.

On the inaugural issue’s front page, Coffin spelled out the philosophy. The Bird, he promised, would “bitch and badger, carp and cry and perhaps give Atlanta (and environs, ’cause we’re growing, baby) a bit of honest and interesting and, we trust, even readable journalism.” It also would offer alternatives to the American way of life for “turned on” readers.

The other front-page story in that issue set the tone for what was to come with a blast at Ralph McGill, one of the icons of Southern moderation, even liberalism. “What’s It All About, Ralphie?” attacked the early civil rights advocate for becoming a “leading exponent of U.S. imperialism and deception” by backing the Vietnam War.

In subsequent issues, the Bird told its readers about the Black Panthers, Ho Chi Minh, the drug bust of local hippie Mother David and striking garbage workers. Readers saw regular coverage of theater, art and music, too. Not just the music of acts such as the psychedelic Vanilla Fudge and mellow Donovan, but even bluegrass and country. I

The Bird arose at a time when ‘ underground newspapers were flapping their wings from Berkeley, home of the Barb, to New York, where the East Village Other and the Rat were the rage.

Robert Glessing, author of “The Underground Press in America,” estimates there were 456 underground publications by 1970.

A minimum of 1.5 million people read the undergrounds by 1972, according to Laurence Learner, author of “The Paper Revolutionaries,” and other estimates put the figures as high as 18 million.

A midsize alternative, the Bird topped out with a respectable circulation of 25,000 and won plaudits coast to coast. In Learner’s estimation, it displayed casual sophistication in writing style and a cool graphic brilliance. In a feature on the underground press in 1971, the “60 Minutes” television show said that if the Los Angeles Free Press was The New York Times of the undergrounds, Atlanta’s Bird was its Wall Street Journal, a literate paper with an analytical bent.

But success did not come without struggle. From the beginning, the Bird faced both external and internal pressures that made its flight a dizzying one.

After a damaging local smear campaign, the paper was forced to go all the way to New Orleans to find a printer. Atlanta police seized the May 26, 1969, issue, featuring a cover cartoon of an armed man shouting an obscenity under a Coca- Cola logo. Bird hawkers were harassed by police, and the paper had to go to court to maintain use of the U.S. mail system. In 1972, the paper, which carried no insurance, was the victim of an unsolved firebombing that demolished its offices near Piedmont Park.

And if the outside world didn’t succeed in destroying the paper, it sometimes seemed its own staff might

Learner’s book used the Bird as “a particularly clear example” of internal tension between cultural and political forces, a common problem for the underground papers. And staff members acknowledge there were constant discussions to define the correct ideology at regular Monday and Thursday meetings. Committed to the notion of participatory democracy, the Bird staff was organized as a collective that made decisions by majority vote and preferably by consensus.

Picking cover art, even choosing what color ink to use, was often controversial. As the women’s movement gained strength, a women’s caucus was formed to battle staff sexism. And bitter debates developed over whether the paper, which began, according to one staffer, with roots in existentialist Christian philosophy, should adopt pure Marxist- Leninist positions.

Even amid the strife, however, Bird staffers continued to try to shape a radicalism uniquely suited to the South. “A lot of us were from the South, and we kind of thought in Southern terms,” said Steve Wise, who covered the peace movement within the military, international affairs and rock ‘n’ roll.

Wise believes the Bird contributed positively to the changes that transformed the region. ‘You can see change occurring. I grew up in a segregated society,” said Wise, a Newport News, Va., native now working as a courier while writing a thesis on Latin American history for a master’s degree from Georgia State University. “When we started, the level of racism here was a lot higher than it is now. … For basically a white paper, our pro-civil rights coverage was different from any paper around. ”

Howard Romaine, another founder who is now a lawyer and. aspiring country music songwriter in Nashville, Tenn., agreed that the Bird had an impact on race relations. “I never did have any revolutionary expectations,” he said, “except for the notion that black people voting in the South was revolutionary.”

Other former staffers say the paper helped to end the Vietnam War and to create a climate that has prevented the United States from going to war in Central America. And on the local level, they say the Bird helped diminish police brutality.

Great Speckled Memories

Back when The Bird really was The Word.

Many people in the hip community made cash by selling the Bird. The Bird deal made it so you couldn’t lose money and could, by selling regularly, make a decent living by hippie standards.

Birds were mailed to me at Oxford College and I sold them in the cafeteria evenings. It was considered uncool to not pay over the stated price and magnanimously say, “Keep the change!”

Fridays I would race in my slow but steady Celestial Omnibus VW in I-20, up I-75 to the Birdhouse on 14th, to start. If I had money, I’d buy Birds. If not, they would front a few to sell, return and repeat until you had cash to buy Birds to carry wherever to sell.

Weekends I’d try to get 14th and Peachtree where the Uniform company had a lawn shaded by huge trees. People would hang out and talk to you or nap in the shade. The job was to barker Birds. You could walk along the edge of the street holding the latest cover up for all to see and try to catch the eye of each driver. Acting a bit for the tourists always got money.

It was always a a trip. Friday and Saturday nights young, rich hipsters headed to the park would pay not 25 cents, but $5 to the “real” hippie selling Birds. Determined to be wild suburban middle aged couples where the woman wanted to “kiss a real hippie”, you’d let the husband show off by leeringly asking for marijuana by some cool, unknown nickname he had heard who knows where, and ask if it was true it was an aphrodisiac. Or pass you party favors of one style or another to be hidden under the tree until you were ready to leave. You also met a lot of good friendly folks.

Cops would come by and stop. Some decently friendly. Some on power trip staring and trying to make you nervous enough to step in the street and be arrested for “impeding traffic” even if the street was empty.

My worst experience came on my second day selling at that corner. A really fat young crewcut cop on a tricycle pulled up stopping just inches from my feet. he took his time standing up on the trike and swinging over one ham leg and stepping down. A moment to work that gunbelt around and up to where there should have been a waist. straighten his cap. Then suddenly pull his gun and crouch pointing it at my face a few inches away. I had grown up in a small town and until that very minute I had thought all cops were peace officers just making everyone safe. This cop changed my mind when he said a word aloud I had only seen in print before, and rarely then.  “Step off the curb, MotherF—–!”.

 

The Great Speckled Bird 1968-1975

GSB, Mar 20, 1975 Vol. 8 #12 pg. 9   “Printing the news you’re not suppose to know….”

bird1Seven years ago the first issue of The Great Speckled Bird hit the streets of Atlanta-March 8, 1968. A history of the BIRD since then would inevitably include the  rise and fall of the “hippie” era in Atlanta. The BIRD did not create the Atlanta hippie scene, nor did the latter create the BIRD. Yet, they struggled against some of the same powers, hand-in-hand. At the same time they often were in conflict with each other-politics vs. lifestyle.

first Bird broadside
January 5, 1968 Broadside announcing a new underground newspaper for Atlanta
-courtesy Bill Mankin.

The forerunner of the BIRD was an anti-Vietnam War weekly newsletter on the campus of Emory University in 1967, the Emory Herald-Tribune. A decision to go to a larger format created the Big American Review. At that time the movement for social change was almost non-existent in the South. Joining the Emory radicals were political activists from the Southern Student Organizing Committee (SSOC), VISTA, and other organizations.

The high-energy level of the people involved kept the idea alive and, in fact, expanded the concept from a campus-wide publication to a city-wide underground newspaper. By this time there was a burgeoning movement of organizers in Atlanta.

Weeks of meetings and arguments failed to produce a curable name. Atlanta Cooperative News Project was the only name that everyone at least did not disagree about for the publication. It would have remained at that, but one night some of the people involved with the fledgling newspaper heard Rev. Pearly Brown sing an old Roy Acuff song. “The Great-Speckled Bird” is a spiritual known by blacks and whites, and is strictly Southern. Basis for the song comes from a Bible verse, “Mine heritage is unto me as a speckled bird, the birds round about ire against her; come ye, assemble all the beasts of the field, come to devour.” (Jeremiah, 12, 9)

bird1970From the beginning the name was unusual, catchy, and held a significance. The description in the Bible verse also came to hold true to the newspaper, which found itself hassled and harassed by the FBI, city government, Atlanta Police Department and the business community starting with issue one. The reasons given for these harassments were assorted cosmetic charges: “panhandling,” “obscenity,” “obstructing traffic,” “selling without a permit,” “inciting to riot.” In every instance a BIRD-related matter was taken to court, the newspaper was found to be in the right. First Amendment advocates note that governmental efforts to close down the BIRD by forcing it to cease publication arose out of discomfort—a newspaper had finally arisen in Atlanta, “printing the news you weren’t supposed to know.”

That first issue cost $130 (1968 dollars) to put out. Everyone who had helped put it out hit the streets in the evening to hawk this new paper to Atlantans. Much to their surprise and delight the 15 cents collected for each copy sold amounted to enough money to print the next issue. The Great Speckled Bird was a success, or a curiosity-piece, or something but it caught attention.

Later, as harassment plagued the BIRD, the national news media picked up the story and helped spread the name. Nationally, people at first considered the BIRD an anomaly-this radical voice coming out of Atlanta, Georgia, of all places. As people involved in the movement throughout the nation became acquainted with the BIRD, its reputation grew, based on its editorial content. This editorial content was also what got the BIRD in trouble with Atlanta’s government and business communities.

Over the years the BIRD has reflected the subject concerns of the individuals working on the paper, but in an intended collective fashion. The underlying thread has been action for social change; the specific ideologies have ranged along the left-end of the political spectrum, somewhere beyond liberal. The BIRD has gone through many phases, depending upon the people putting the most energy into the paper. The first issue concentrated on draft resistance, anti-war activities, civil rights concerns, and the student and GI movements. These interests have continued to be included in the BIRD’S coverage with emphasis going to other areas at different points.

When the hip community began expanding and gaining visibility in Atlanta (circa 1969-70), much of the BIRD’S news coverage centered around the legal hassles that staff members and street people received from the city government through actions of the police . Changes came about in the BIRD’S coverage of women and the gay community as staff problems with sexism saw increased involvement by these oppressed groups (1970-71). A major change in direction with increased emphasis on local news coverage occurred in 1972.

Not too long after the BIRD got started, a phantom group called the Dekalb Parents League for Decency initiated a campaign that at first glance appeared to be  directed against the BIRD. Various unsuspecting churchgoers and upstanding citizens of DeKalh County received a handbill through the mail in the Fall of 1968 condemning the Dekalb New Era (the governmental organ of Dekalb County), for printing the BIRD on their equipment. The handbill was composed of clippings from the BIRD with certain “nasty” words underlined in pen. The group purported to be disturbed by the “sacrilege, pornography, depravity, immorality, and draft dodging which are preached in The Great Speckled Bird.” The immediate effect was to intimidate the New Era so that it no longer would print the BIRD. However, it seems that since the New Era supported [mystere2’s uncle] Clark Harrison’s campaign for County Commissioner, some astute political observers determined the handbill was a smear sheet against the Harrison campaign. Unethical political practices are infra-party affairs, perhaps, but state law prohibits the distribution of unsigned political material. The Dekalb Parents League for Decency somehow “failed” to include anyone’s name. The GBI, postal authorities, and the county sheriffs office got hot.

But when the investigations led to the Decatur courthouse and it looked like there was a possibility that high Democratic Party officials in Dekalb County were involved, all of a sudden they decided to investigate the BIRD for “obscenity!” (Especially since it might have been put together in the Dekalb County Courthouse using Dekalb County employees on Dekalb County time, possibly involving the County Commissioner himself— Brince Manning.)

The Atlanta Vice Squad questioned BIRD street vendors. News dealers cancelled their orders in fear. Some advertisers expressed hesitation. No printer within 100 miles would print the BIRD. It was a false issue, directed at the BIRD, instead of a campaign violation.

Threats of prosecution for obscenity by Fulton and Dekalb solicitors and acts of harassment by various law enforcement agencies in the city and two counties motivated the BIRD to file suit on November 15, 1968. The BIRD sought a restraining order against obscenity prosecution, which was refused, although the judge promised no prosecution would be allowed before the court could be convened to rule on the constitutionality of the Georgia statute on obscenity.

At the trial, emphasis changed from the BIRD’S reprinting the smear sheet to a cartoon, entitled, “Anal-land’ that it had run. The Georgia statute on obscenity includes a “shameful or morbid interest in…excretion” as well as sex. As described by a BIRD writer, ‘Anal-land’ used as its comic vehicle graphic displays of and common language for that excretion politely referred to as defecation.”

Five months later the court ruling came: “In consideration of the facts of the case sub justice, we are of the opinion that THE GREAT SPECKLED BIRD is not obscene as that term has been defined in Roth supra, and its progeny, and is constitutionally protected by the First and Fourteenth Amendments to the United States Constitution.” -(Signed) Lewis R. Morgan, United States Circuit Judge; Newell Edenfield, United States District Judge Albert J. Henderson, Jr., United States District Judge.

The BIRD was not guilty of any of the politically contrived “obscenity” charges leveled against it at this  time. But it was guilty of spreading sexist attitudes through its classifieds section. The classifieds were 50 cents a line, and before long the personals section had expanded considerably, requesting young, hip. white, females to move in free of charge and do housewifely chores. Other ads appeared that exploited the gay culture. Street sales benefited from the appeal of these sex ads. Even today the BIRD has to contend with this reputation. The Women’s Liberation Group in Atlanta (and many letters to the BIRD) complained about such ads. In 1970 these ads were eliminated, classifieds were made free (!!’). The BIRD now applies the same standards to ads as to articles, not purposely printing anything that is Racist, sexist, imperialist, classist, ageist.

In the early issues of  the BIRD the nude women (photos and drawings) were not lewd, but of the artistic variety, done, in fact. by art students or self-styled artist. The BIRD offered an outlet for their publication. Explanation of the profanity printed was that the words had political connotations and were not to be taken literally. 

trashmanbird“UP AGAINST THE WALL, MOTHERF_CKER”

 “Hello, I’m with the company that handles Coke’s advertising and they’re all very upset about this week’s  cover of the BIRD. They want me to get a copy. Where can I get one?” That was a call received on Friday, May 23, 1969, the day after the BIRD with the popular Trashman comic book cover appeared: Super Street Man up, against the Coca-Cola wall motherfucker. Later, word came that “Mayor Allen is hopping mad about that cover and has ordered the city attorney’s office to prepare indictments against the BIRD.”

As one BIRD writer observed at the time, “Interesting chain of cause and effect; Coke hollers and Ivan dances. Good ole government of the interests by the interests, and for the interests. Now we must confess, we didn’t overhear Woodruff calling Alien. Most likely Woodruff didn’t even need to call Alien. I mean everybody in the Atlanta ruling class knows ‘Thou shalt not take Coke’s name in vain.’

The BIRD staff had had a difficult time in deciding whether to run the controversial cover. From the beginning the BIRD has been run on a cooperative basis: every person putting effort into printing and distributing the paper is part of the co-op and has a say in the running of the paper and the editorial content. At the time the dispute revolved around an aesthetic question of taste. According to the BIRD staffer quoted above, “There’s no use stirring up the local ruling class troglodytes unnecessarily.” But the reaction by the mayor absolved that question and made it a political issue, “The important fact about the most recent controversial BIRD cover is that it helps to clarify who rules Atlanta.”

The BIRD’S business manager (Gene Guerrero) and three BIRD sellers were charged with the two counts of selling obscene literature to minors and violating the city profanity ordinance. The sellers had been arrested with the aid of a 16-year-old “community service officer fink” who bought BIRD’S under the-watchful eye of city detectives’ cameras.

In court Judge T.C. Little queried: “What does the New Left have against a corporation with wealth? Do you own stock? Don’t corporations give everybody an equal vote through stock ownership? Would you just break up a corporation and give some to everybody? Doesn’t that boil down to socialism or communism?”

BIRD staffer Gene Guerrero answered: “Coca-Cola is and has been a very racist, viciously anti-union company. Their money is not honest money. They’ve broken Federal Labor laws over and over again in their attempts to stop unions. If in becoming a ‘newspaper empire’, we (the BIRD) were racist and anti-union then someone could and should have a cover like that about us.”

The charges were obscenity, but the prosecution of the BIRD was for political reasons, having nothing to do with obscenity. It was the policy of the city by this time to try hassling the BIRD out of business. The case was lost; $1000 fine per person (4). The BIRD appealed. However, for some reason-the city asked that the appeal be sustained— the convictions were reversed.

 CLASS ACTION SUIT

 Both the BIRD and the street people on the strip found themselves being hassled by the city government -and business community, basically because they were seen as threats to the status quo and tranquility. The BIRD collected affidavits from victims of official violence and harassment. During that same time period, the police provided more evidence, first with the August 4, 1969 Police Riot on 14th Street, then with the Sunday afternoon battle in Piedmont Park in mid-September. The BIRD filed a class action suit contending that there was a pattern of official harassment, discrimination, and intimidation against longhairs.

Aside from harassment from police for “selling without ii permit, the BIRD consistently had received delays and put-offs when applying for press passes. The “selling without a permit” ordinance was designed primarily to register door-to-door salesmen, not pertaining to the sale of newspapers. The Supreme Court had ruled (Lovett vs. City of Griffin, 1938) that requiring a permit to sell or distribute newspapers is an abridgment of First Amendment rights. In regard to the press passes, the harassment was not because the Police Department did not consider the BIRD a viable newspaper, but was an attempt to restrict the access of BIRD reporters-another First Amendment abridgement that continues periodically today.

Problems also arose in the cities of Savannah (1969) and Macon (1970) over the sale of BIRDs they were banned in these cities. Principals in high schools and some colleges in Atlanta and Dekalb County still continue to suspend students who are caught with BIRDs in their possession (not even trying to sell them).. Some area colleges have banned the distribution of BIRDs on their campus, just as former Lt. Gov. Lester Maddox banned BIRD vending boxes from the state Capitol .

 MASSELL HASSELL

During the reign of Mayor Sam Massell One BIRD seller told a staff member, “Whenever you write anything about the mayor or the city, we get it on the street ten times worse.” On April 17, 19 72- “The Day Mayor Massell Tried To Kill The Bird”- calls began arriving at the BIRD that Vice Squad detectives were arresting BIRD sellers on charges of peddling without a license. By night nine had been arrested—no BIRD sellers were on the street. Street sales accounted for 50-75 % of the BIRD’S circulation during this period.

The story in the BIRD at that time began. “Harassment of BIRD sellers had picked up in December (1971) with our publication of the Slumlord List, a computer printout listing the largest owners of slum properties in the city, which the mayor had refused to act on and even denied existed. After that, the mayor’s office had stopped sending us press releases.”

A federal court suit was brought against Massell, Inman, and Vice Squad E.F. McKillop. When asked if he would check into the BIRD arrests, Massell ranted. “No, I’m not going to do anything. 1 don’t care what happens to them. They’re no longer a newspaper, they’re a hate sheet, so they no longer have any rights. They’ve yelled fire in a crowded theatre, and under .those circumstances, the right to free speech can be limited. It’s no longer a viable alternative newspaper. It’s just a matter of time until the newspaper closes.”

One cop told the seller he had arrested, “We never had the go-ahead before, but we do now, and we’re going to put the BIRD out of business. If you quote me in court, I’ll call you a liar’.” Vice Squad Capt. McKillop’s TV justification for the arrests was, “These people jump out into the people.” He told the BIRD lawyer that it the city really wanted to get the BIRD, they would have sent the fire inspector. He denied harassment charges, but was speechless when told a fire inspector had been at the BIRD house the day before.

The week after the sellers’ incident and the fire inspection, the US Post Office notified the BIRD staff that its newspapers would not be accepted for mailing if they included abortion referral ads (that had been printed for three years). An 1840 law was being used. A temporary restraining order allowed BIRDs to be mailed while the matter went to court. By October, 1972, the 1840  law was ruled unconstitutional. No one knew if the City Hall and Post Office hassles were related.

birdfireThen, on the next Friday a BIRD worker commented, “Do you realize we got through a whole week without a new hassle?” At 5 am on Saturday, May 6, 1972, a tremendous explosion erupted at 240 Westminister Drive with flames encompassing the whole house so that, within an hour, “there was nothing left of the front half but a charred shell.” The offices of The Great Speckled Bird had been firebombed. Before leaving the scene, Lt. J.A. Bird of the Fire Department told the BIRD staff that the way the fire burned, the noise the neighbors heard and the course of the fire indicated arson, probably ignited with something like a Molotov cocktail. The job looked like a professional one and thorough investigations turned up no evidence.

But by 11 am that morning, old friends, new friends, and former staffers arrived to give their support. “Already the BIRD was rising from the ashes” with temporary office space offered, benefits planned, time and services donated. In the BIRD story of the incident the comment was, “If the bomber meant to alienate the public from the BIRD, he failed totally. Not one caller said, “I’m glad it happened. You deserved it.” Instead comments were more like, ‘I’ve never read the BIRD, but I don’t like the idea of anyone trying to bomb you out.  How can I send a contribution?”birdmove

The BIRD received tremendous support from the straight media, local bands, movement friends and others. A support letter from Julian Bond noted, “From its beginning as a small thorn in the side of the monopoly press to its present eminence as one of America’s strongest voices for the unrepresented, the BIRD has printed the news Atlantans couldn’t get elsewhere.”

The firebombing was traced to no one. Although the BIRD knew where a lot of its hassles were coming from, and it could easily associate the two, nothing could be proved. ‘

 END OF THE BIRD? ,

The BIRD had a real estate problem—now it was a definite risk. But somehow it found a house, its fourth, at 956 Juniper Street, one block from the almost deserted “strip.” It was a funky old house with leaded ornate windows. From here the BIRD continued to cover Atlanta’s news in an alternative manner. But a new problem arose -the staff.

Back in 1970 two “raps” 6 months apart had appeared in the BIRD from the staff speaking to the readers with self-evaluation and showing somewhat the inside of the BIRD. One even noted, “People have wondered if we still serve any purpose.” But, the BIRD went through its changes on the surface—enough to keep it going several more years.

Then, all of a sudden (for some readers) in the January 15, 1973 issue the BIRD announced, “This is it Folks!…with the Jan. 29, Volume Six, Number Three, issue (to be available Jan. 25) the BIRD will fold its wings and cease to f1y.” The paper was not broke. Instead, “The people presently on paid staff are leaving the paper and no new staff members for the paper as it is have come forward.” Before leaving though, the old staff called a meeting of interested old BIRD folks-readers and workers. About 60 or 70 people showed up, shocked and willing to commit themselves to keeping the BIRD going.

The January 29, 1973 issue proclaimed, “REJOICE! The BIRD flies on.” The new BIRD staff renovated the BIRD offices, even throwing out the old liverwurst in the refrigerator. The staff had grandiose plans and big ideas. Some schemes worked, some didn’t; many never got to be implemented. All but one of this “new” BIRD staff have left by this time of the BIRD’S 7th birthday.

Many, probably most, of the problems facing the BIRD a year ago still stare the present staff in the face. Also, unlike previous staffs, the present one has to deal with a very bad general economic situation. But one fact has remained with-The Bird from the beginning; its purpose is to “print controversial or unpopular views and actively try to change our society, not to be a money-making operation.”

A BIRD statement made August 20, 1973, still pertains:

“In this world of corporate bigness, greed, private interest, exploitation, and cynicism, the BIRD stands in opposition, trying to tell the truth that doesn’t fit into the established interests’ world and trying to help build a consciousness and a movement to change this country and the world. We think that is something important to do.”

“But we do not have the power, wealth, and position to do it alone. We can only succeed as long as we have the support of the people who believe in what we are doing, take the time and effort to help us out—with money, information, news and reinforcement.”

“Almost all of the revelations that have come out of the Watergate hearings were known and reported in the pages of the BIRD long before they became public issues. The same is true of the recent disclosures of secret bombings in Cambodia as well as many other sordid tales of governmental corruption, deceit and dirty tricks, only now seeing the light in the established media. On the local level, it has been the BIRD that has covered such things as the Rich’s strike, the secret deals and maneuverings around the school desegregation plan and the upcoming mayor’s race, secret real estate plans to steal land from poor people for commercial developments, the hidden scandals of the police department and the attempt by ‘law ‘n’ order’ John Inman to exert dictatorial control over the police department, as well as many other stories too hot or too revealing for the bigger Atlanta papers.”

This time next year, the BIRD might not even be around anymore. This could have been said any of the last seven years, but now the problems are more serious. The paper has only one full-time staffer left, with many part-timers and volunteers helping to hold the operation together. BIRD staffers and friends are trying to solve its pressing economic problems, and need assistance. One overriding question must be asked: Does the BIRD really matter anymore? Do the issues of the times demand that it survive? If enough people answer “yes” to these questions, the BIRD will survive its latest crises.

—j.d.cade