46 I CHRONICLESnexploitive, irresponsible, self-indulgent,ndeceitful life. Even setting asidenthe perversions, a society that wasnoperating with normal, healthy mechanismsnof self-preservation would havenextruded such a person from its midstnlong before. In a decent society Hudsonnwould not have been tolerated,nmuch less lionized. (Among othernthings, his case should be a lesson tonanyone naive enough to regard then50’s as a time of greatness.)nIf our scale of values is so warpednthat a less than adequate movienactor—shameless in his private life—nis entitled to the ritual sympathy ofnpublic figures and the awed respect ofnthe masses, then civilization no longernexists in North America, and ourncountry is nothing but a collection ofnbipeds whose only distinguishablencharacteristics are a fascination withngadgets and a respect for money.nIt was not too many years ago thatnwhen a man misbehaved badly hisnneighbors and co-workers were able tondiscern it and to exert pressure fornreform. It did not always work, but itnkept many of us better than we mightnhave been. This sort of social pressurenis far removed from the police state. Itnis, rather, the only alternative to anpolice state. Our establishment hasnmanaged in the last few years to removenthe legal sanctions against manynforms of behavior that have been offensivento the law and order of everynWestern commonwealth for centuries,nand to render punishment mild ornunlikely for many other behaviors thatnthey have not yet been able to redefinenas harmless life-styles. On this pointnthe Surgeon is exactly wrong: Stigmanis the only means society has left tonprotect itselfnIt is not, usually, the fear of punishmentnthat keeps our hand out of the tillnwhen no one is looking—it is ournsense of right and wrong and fear ofnshame, which, if we are fortunate, isnconstantly reinforced by our fellows. Itnis not, in the last analysis, a soldier’snpay or his training or his advancednequipment that makes him fight—it isnthe awareness that cowardice and betrayalnare shameful. Without our sensenof shame and outrage we are lost. It isnnot an outmoded superstition that wenmoderns have got beyond—it is thenvoice of the Almighty and the adhesivenof human society.nUnlike the Surgeon General, whosenrighteous indignation is reserved fornhis conservative critics and the criminalsnwho seek the consolation of annoccasional smoke, I hope that mynrighteous indignation will always benproportionate, discerning, and amenablento forgiveness. However, whennconfronted with people who floutnScripture, law, tradition, knowledge,ncommon sense, and common decency,nI intend to reserve the right to cryn”Shame!”nClyde Wilson is editor of The Papersnof John C. Calhoun and professor ofnhistory at the University of SouthnCarolina.nLetter From SouthnPhiladelphianby J. Michael BolinskinIt’s mid-May, and Kate and I live inndeep trepidation over the possibilitynthat the Philadelphia Flyers will winnthe ugly looking, but highly coveted,nStanley Cup. Not that the townncouldn’t use even such a minor honor.nTwo years ago, the city was lambastednworldwide for fielding its own air forcenand killing II people in a bombingnrun over a residential neighborhood.nWe can use some positive press for anchange.nSome weeks back, for example, thenlegendary basketball star Julius Ervingnwas honored with a parade to show thentown’s appreciation for Dr. J.’s classnand talent. But some of the city’snyoung people skipped the chance tonsay hello to this role model, insteadnseizing the moment to riot and lootnonly seven blocks from the parade.nExcept on TV, where it couldn’t benhelped, the press were forbidden tonnote that the looters were black. Discussionnof the riot was reduced tonliberal obfuscations on the poor preparationnof the police, or the tendency ofnyoung people to get excited and carriednaway sometimes (never mind that onenjournalist witnessed a subway conversationnwhich indicated that at leastnsome of the youths were about tonengage in premeditated acts of violence).nWe’ll never know why they didnit because mere discussion of such annntopic these days would be considered anform of racism, while meek acceptancenof abnormal and uncivilized behaviornis progressivism at its finest.nIn fairness, if the Flyers do win thenStanley Cup, there will be many outof-controlnpeople in the streets, and itnwill be essentially an all-white affair,nsomething the media also ignore.nSome of the worst excesses of thenfestivities will occur in South Philadelphia,nwhere they will likely spill overnfrom Broad Street—a major trafficnartery, and the route of the inexplicablenMummers Parade held each NewnYear’s Day—to our doorstep half anblock away.nThis won’t be the official parade,nmind you. It will be a spontaneousnoperation starting at the moment ofnvictory, probably in the middle of thennight. Kate and I are not thrilled at thenprospect of drunken hockey fans hurtlingnthrough our front window. ThenStanley Cup is a pale and fleeting gloryncompared to that sort of starfling inconveniencenand, in any case, wenthink hockey is a silly game.n* * *nThose who contend that the modernnmetropolis is ungovernable shouldnvisit South Philadelphia for confirmation,nand not just on evenings when ansports team wins a lot of money for itsnmembers, owners, and TV sponsors.nThe rules here are different.nIllegal parking, for example, is anpermanent condition on many of thenstreets, but a parking ticket is so rarenthat it is considered a major politicalndevelopment. It can attract a crowd ofnincredulous spectators, which maynthen turn into a block party.nA 24-hour steak and hoagie shopnwhich attracts obnoxious characters atnodd hours delivers free rolls once anweek to neighboring residents to preventnany complaints to the police.nResidents who don’t like the namenof their street simply put up a sign withna name they do like. The block ofnRosewood Street where former mayornFrank Rizzo grew up is recognized, byna sign and by tradition, as Rizzo Streetnby everyone except city bureaucratsnand map makers.nPhiladelphia is a city noted for clannishnneighborhoods. When askednwhere they are from, Philadelphiansnname their neighborhood, not thencity. Only suburbanites, for some un-n