would rather be alone, surrounded by nature holding the promise of spring. I choose as the means one more reminiscent of another police state whose policy of genocide destroyed millions, among them most of my immediate family . . . Frequently over the past months I have thought back to the promise represented by this Nation over the past thirty years since my arrival from Nazi Germany. In no other way do I regret my efforts or behalf of the promise and on behalf of bringing it closer to reality. But I feel somewhat as Claude Brown describesthe Negro from the South who has moved to the ghetto and has therebygone “from the fire into the frying pan . . . Where does one run to when he's already in the promised land?