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Spitting by Left-wing activists and Lembcke's new book
Slate (on-line magazine) ^ | 02 May 2000 | James Shafer

Posted on 09/01/2006 11:04:31 AM PDT by Dr_Cruel

"...Although Nexis overflows with references to protesters gobbing on Vietnam vets, and Bob Greene's 1989 book Homecoming: When the Soldiers Returned From Vietnam counts 63 examples of protester spitting, Jerry Lembcke argues that the story is bunk in his 1998 book The Spitting Image: Myth, Memory, and the Legacy of Vietnam" ... Lembcke, a professor of sociology at Holy Cross and a Vietnam vet, investigated hundreds of news accounts of antiwar activists spitting on vets. But every time he pushed for more evidence or corroboration from a witness, the story collapsed--the actual person who was spat on turned out to be a friend of a friend. Or somebody's uncle. He writes that he never met anybody who convinced him that any such clash took place..."

(Excerpt) Read more at slate.com ...


TOPICS: Culture/Society
KEYWORDS: 60s; lembcke; protestors; spit; spitting; veterans; vets; vietnam; vietnamveterans
Lembcke is a Marxist sociologist, and apparently from his book he's an apologist for pro-Left protestors as well - does anyone know of an authoritative source that debunks his "research"? I've already heard enough first-person accounts to have personally made up my own mind, but I was hoping there was a published scholarly work that authoritatively debunks Lembcke's "urban myth" claim.
1 posted on 09/01/2006 11:04:35 AM PDT by Dr_Cruel
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To: Dr_Cruel

Read Chicago columnist Bob Greene's book HOMECOMING, which documents cases of spitting on returning vets, names, dates and very detailed descriptions.


2 posted on 09/01/2006 11:06:16 AM PDT by laconic
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To: RaceBannon

Here's your favorite "urban legend" again. :-}


3 posted on 09/01/2006 11:06:42 AM PDT by Coop (No, there are no @!%$&#*! polls on Irey vs. Murtha!)
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To: Dr_Cruel

My grandfather was never spat upon, but he did tell me of a time he was on a bus after getting back from Vietnam and some hippie came up to and called him a baby killer. The bus driver stopped the bus, picked up the hippie, and threw his a$$ off the bus and left him standing on the side of the road. The driver then proceeded to apologize to my grandfather for it and refunded him his bus fare. Great story!


4 posted on 09/01/2006 11:10:53 AM PDT by Andonius_99 (They [liberals] aren't humans, but rather a species of hairless retarded ape.)
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To: Andonius_99

Let's see, I was called a baby killer, a friend of mine was slapped (while in uniform with crutches and a neck brace no less), another had to go through the gauntlet at SF airport (spitting, throwing eggs, shouting, etc).

The 'Professor' does not know what he is talking about. Kind of like John F'n Kerry talking about his 3 month 'tour'.


5 posted on 09/01/2006 11:15:55 AM PDT by Stashiu (RVN, 1969-70)
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To: Dr_Cruel

Well, I don't know if you will find much in the way of documentation. You could talk to clinicians at VA PTSD clinics (sometimes called Trauma Services). The media did not want to report on such happenings, because it showed the left in a bad light.


6 posted on 09/01/2006 11:18:08 AM PDT by Stashiu (RVN, 1969-70)
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To: Andonius_99
Here's a variation ~ only no spitting ~ bunch of us were returning from our Army assignments in West Germany. It was Philadelphia. It was a cold winter day in February 1969.

There we were waiting on flights at the airport but we can't get on a plane after having been discharged; we still had on our Class A uniforms and you could see that a lot of the guys had had service all over the place.

For some reason all these people on student fare tickets and other standby nonsense were ahead of us in line even though we had government vouchers to pay full fair.

Never did find out why we couldn't get on the planes but as the hours went by there were more and more and more of us ~ and the airline was getting antsy.

Still couldn't get on. Someone was playing games somewhere.

Finally, bunch of us went to Avis or Hertz, and using my American Express Credit Card (which I'd had since before going in the military and was making real money) we rented vehicles to drive home.

I got paid by everybody, albeit after the fact, and after everybody was out of the Army anyway, but everyone got home. The car I was in took US 40 West, cut down to Cincinatti, over to Louisville, up to Indianapolis, and from there on to Fort Wayne and Detroit.

So, why do I remember the day I got discharged? Well, it meant I was going to live, was going home, would get back on track, and besides, all those total strangers I literally entrusted my good credit to were true to their honor even if no one else was.

7 posted on 09/01/2006 11:24:19 AM PDT by muawiyah
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To: Dr_Cruel

I'm not the kind of guy that any one would ever spit on, but I know that wearing the uniform then resulted in much hostility. The haircut was a dead giveaway and it often made it impossible to mix, even in our old home groups.

I was stranded in a small town in Colorado for a week in 1972 with only my uniform to wear. I was ready for the cold shoulder, but was surprised that the people in that mountain town, while reserved in their manner, seemed to respect my army uniform and treated me well, a different reaction they we usually got in the big cities.

Airports like the one at Seattle had special rooms where we could relax and sleep between flights, it was a nice thing to do but I think part of it was to give us a relief from negative elements among the public.


8 posted on 09/01/2006 11:26:20 AM PDT by ansel12 (Life is exquisite... of great beauty, keenly felt.)
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To: ansel12

we just had a national guardsman beaten by 5 punks for wearing his uniform. Does that count?


9 posted on 09/01/2006 11:32:27 AM PDT by djwright (I know who's my daddy, do you?)
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To: Dr_Cruel
Trust me...I'm not saying it didn't happen.
I'm guessing when it did, it was small in number and would more likely happen to the vets who came home earlier
( draft ) than later ( lottery - no draft)

I have sat with too many Viet vets to count. I called out everyone one of them who had claimed to be spit(spat?) upon. ( weren't many, but enough).
My experience was exactly like Lembcke's.

The same holds true for those who claimed to using a
ma deuce on troops\civilians out in the open.
Invariably, it never happened.
10 posted on 09/01/2006 11:40:58 AM PDT by stylin19a
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To: Dr_Cruel
Hey Lembcke you butt-wad, you obviously didn't interview my uncle and the guys that came home with him.
11 posted on 09/01/2006 11:47:32 AM PDT by phs3
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To: phs3

Everyone knows there was a second spitter . . . behind the gravelly road. That's why Lembcke couldn't find him.


12 posted on 09/01/2006 11:57:23 AM PDT by madeinchina
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To: Dr_Cruel
I was in the Navy from '66 to '70, and I must admit that I never had any hippies spit on me, or even really hassle me about anything when I was in uniform. And I was home-ported in New England, so there were enough of them around.

Some of them were actually pretty nice to me, because "back in the day" lots of civilian kids looked like hippies just because that was in style, but they weren't really hate-filled radicals. They seemed more curious about me than hostile.

When I got out of the Navy and went to college, I proudly wore my pea-coat with my "crow" on the shoulder, and there were plenty of radicals around, but they never bothered me out of a sense of self preservation, I imagine .

They did, after all, think all us vets were a little dangerously crazy...

13 posted on 09/01/2006 12:12:24 PM PDT by Kenton
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To: muawiyah

your experience would make for a really interesting movie


14 posted on 09/01/2006 12:19:55 PM PDT by fnord (497 1/2 feet of rope ... I just carry it)
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To: Dr_Cruel
I was never spat on but after I left the service and went to college on the GI Bill I remember keeping a low profile as a Vietnam vet on campus. I would meet with a group of other vets in the cafeteria each day for coffee but we didn't announce who we were to other students.

The kooky left was the same then as now. You know what to expect from them. The problem I had was with a lot of middle-of-the-road Americans who said my comrades had died in vain, or were just coldly indifferent. Many people insinuated I was a fool for being involved in the war.

I talked by phone with someone I had worked with at a newspaper in Florida in the 1970's and I told them I would be down there briefly for a reunion of my old regiment. I worked pretty closely with this person for a couple of years. He is still a news photographer.

He said, "I never had any idea you were in Vietnam."

I told him, "In those days it was not something you shared with a lot of people."
15 posted on 09/01/2006 12:50:59 PM PDT by Brad from Tennessee (Anything a politician gives you he has first stolen from you)
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To: Dr_Cruel
I still didn't have any civilian clothes, - at least any that fit as I was down to 136 pounds from my usual 152 - and strode down the jet way in my dress greens resplendent with ribbons, CIB, and regimental crests. I felt like the warrior I was. Trouble was no one cared and they actually seemed embarrassed by my presence. As I came into the boarding area a little blond with huge tits hidden behind the top of bib overalls walked up to me, and (dumb me, I was thinking she was going to try to pick up on one of America's returning victors) asked me if I had killed any babies. I talked to several returning vets over the years that remembered the same kind of scene in different airports. F*cking cooze. This was probably the first war in which the cowards who didn't go got all the pussy.

From 'Looking for the Smith Place.

www.ghostofbenjaminholt.com
16 posted on 09/01/2006 2:17:49 PM PDT by x1stcav (I always thought he was a Murthaf*cker.)
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