Suzan Lovett's novel, The Thousandth Man, was published as an independent zine in 1985, illustrated by the author. It was written for general audiences, and has an "R" rated hetero sex scene. The novel and its art, is reproduced here with the author's permission. We've made every attempt to reproduce the text and art as it was represented in the zine. Links from the text will allow you to view the art, if you have the software to do so.

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First and foremost was its author and artist, Suzan Lovett. We would like to thank Suzan for her generosity in making this terrific story so easily available.

We would also like to thank Paula Smith, The Thousandth Man's original editor, who graciously gave her permission to allow us to use her name and foreword, so that the zine could be presented as it was originally.

Special thanks must also go to:

Sebastyin, for starting the archive, supporting it, and doing all the countless, thankless tasks that are required to keep it running.

Cindy R., for the initial, laborious scanning

Terri Oberkamper, Cj, and Flamingo's Favorite Fanny for incredibly meticulous and picky proofreading.

A very special thank you goes especially to the aforementioned FF Fanny, who not only proof-read this novel, but incorporated everyone else's proofing marks, then typed in all those corrections, which required her to read the whole thing four times. And she is not a fan, but is "lucky" enough to be the spouse of a fan! This woman should be sainted!

Killashandra, for cleaning up the art scans and making them look as good as they did in the zine.

LCabrillo for lending her first generation copy of The Thousandth Man so the illos could be scanned.

To all the many S&H fans who gave us so much encouragement so we could all share this classic story with the whole wide world of the Web.

Dedication

To Annette, who started it all
(Aka: It's all your fault)
Thank you

Credits

Printing : Manuscript -– Marion, Baltimore, MD Covers -- Color Q, Dayton, OH Illos -- St. Louis Blueprinting, S. Louis, MO

Borders : Carole

Proofs : Kathy, Jean, Marcia

Copyright 1985, Lovett. This publication is not intended to infringe upon the copyrights held by Spelling—Goldberg Productions, Twentieth Century Fox Studios, or any other holders of "Starsky and Hutch" copyrights. No reproductions or reprints may be made without written permission.

Foreword

I was going to write a foreword, in which I envisioned myself being insightful and relevant —— then I received Paula’s comments. What can I possibly add? I'd like to thank Paula, ask the readers for LoCs, give credit where credit is due, and let you get on with it.

Annette, you’ve started this madness. "I'll remember (that) night for a long time to come."

Kathy, Jean and Marcia, thanks for being there.

To Kathy also goes the title of Story Consultant. Without her, this story might still be stalled somewhere in Part I.

Carole, thank you for your work and interest.

To The British Connection, Linda and Carla; now I know what 'hands across the ocean' means —— thanks.

Adrienne (did you think I'd forget?), I’ve long since lost track of things I should be thanking you for —— how about a general: Love ya.

Without further ado, I turn it over to Paula.

                                                                                          -- Suzan Lovett

About the time I was editing this story, President Reagan (the only President of the United States of America to wear a Nazi uniform during World War Two) was laying a wreath at the cemetery in Bitburg. In that cemetery were, among others, the SS officers who had ordered and carried out the extirpation of a small French village; after shooting all the men, they had rounded up all the women and children into the village church and set fire to the church. A retaliatory measure. Such men and such measures our President symbolically forgave and forgot that day in Germany.

Forgive, yes, but we dassn’t forget. The Third Reich was founded on racism, and in its racism exterminated, as if they were rather large, inconvenient cockroaches, over ten million Jews, gypsies, Poles, Russians, Czechs, French, Dutch, Greeks, Slays, nuns, gays, priests and children. I have seen a death camp. I have seen a heap of ashes forty feet in diameter and ten feet high that were once human beings. I have seen a shed a hundred feet long and twenty feet wide, three feet deep in children's shoes, the only thing that remains of those children. I saw the ovens, with yellow daffodils and red tulips laid in their mouths, because those were the only tombstones the surviving daughters and sons, wives and husbands, friends could find. Could you forget such a sight? But we dare not forget, lest in our ignorance, we make a crematorium of the world itself.

In our ignorance and in our own racism. One of the most insidious and longest—running heresies —— still quite prevalent in Christian thought -- is that of dualism: dividing the world into two camps and insisting that one is all good and the other is all bad. White and black. Masculine and feminine. Christians and pagans. Heterosexual and homosexual. Germans and Jews. Americans and Russians. Us and Them. Racism is only one form of the dualism heresy, but one of the commonest in this century. It is racism that drives us to risk destroying the world (those Chinese Commies are threatening Taiwanland) or our country (those black brats don't want an education, fine) or our family (you want your daughter to marry one?) or our soul (0 Lord, I thank Thee that I am not as other men). It's in you and it's in me. We work to dig out the roots, but they go deep.

The rotten thing about racism is that it's such an awful waste. If Hutch accepted the "Gentlemen’s Agreement," he'd never have partnered with a Jew. If Starsky were a bigot, he'd never have had help or succor from Huggy. If we'd had no use for Jews or blacks or homoerotic men, we'd have missed out on a good fandom. If Suzan were a racist, there wouldn’t be this perfectly wonderful story which follows.

Given the world we live in, what can we do? It's hard, nigh impossible to avoid making divisions of yin and yang, true. But don't forget to include that small, but vital, dot of each in the other. If that puts a little bit of Them in Us, well there's a little bit of Us in Them.

                                                                                     -- Paula Smith  

PART 1