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As times change so do the nation’s needs and priorities. But the Army Corps of Engineers just keeps rolling along as it has for decades, working one of the most powerful lobbies in Washington, winning more than $1 billion a year from the Congress to straighten rivers, build dams, and dig canals that frequently serve only narrow interests and too often inflict the wrong kinds of change on the environment. Here the Atlantic’s Washington editor tells how the Engineers do it, and suggests that a changing public opinion may at last force a change in their habits.
For some this glimpse of the Great Depression will be a return voyage, but it is intended principally for those who did not live through it, who live today amid affluence that, to put it stuffily, makes them a deprived generation—deprived of the sometimes valuable experience of deprivation.
Pinocchio is ninety years old this year, going strong and showing no hint of age. His nose still changes, of course, with every reading of the story that has charmed millions of children and many of their elders. Here is a birthday salute to the hardy splinter, to his creator, Carlo Collodi, and to the rest of that breed of men and women who write stories that, unlike the children they are written for, do not grow old.
There is one lawyer for every 637 persons in the United States, but only one black lawyer for every 7000 blacks. Many changes —in attitudes, in curricula, in objectives— need to come before that blatant inequity is reduced. The author earned a law degree from Harvard, taught at the University of Iowa, and toured Southern campuses for qualified black law-school candidates to accumulate the facts and impressions that make up this singular study of the tough choices that face the blacks who need the law and the whites who run the machinery that produces lawyers.