Kudos to Ralph Eubanks for offering a credible description {Outlook, Sept. 27} of how the James Meredith years were experienced by those of us who made up the "finite" 500 blacks who, for various reasons, found ourselves stomping the halls of the old red and blue, the University of Mississippi.

Where Mr. Eubanks falls short, however, is that he has not an inkling of the social life of blacks during the early 1970s -- a decade after Mr. Meredith made his historic trek. Oh, Mr. Eubanks was there all right, but intermixed among those with whom he felt could best enhance his perspective of the "real" Ole Miss.

I'm not attacking the man personally; I remember him to be a good guy. But what leaves a bad taste in my mouth is that in describing the university as heavily characterized by white fraternities, he failed to note that there were four chartered black fraternities and sororities on the campus at that time. Blacks weren't there just feeling sorry for themselves or, for that matter, holding up the walls. Believe it or not, we eked out at least some fun for ourselves. And we also made some noted accomplishments in the process.

Somehow Mr. Eubanks overlooked the fact that three black beauties ran for the coveted title of homecoming queen between the years 1974 and 1976. Two of them reached the final runoffs.

And how could he miss the fact that both the football and the basketball teams during those years were speckled with fine black athletes who, though they never obtained the kind of recognition they deserved either on or off the field or court, became All-American and All-Conference. One black even became the "Colonel Rebel" Mr. Eubanks spoke of. Many of these students returned to all-black dorm rooms and attended all-black Friday night parties -- as did white kids with their friends -- and enjoyed it.

A quick survey of the Rebel Marching Band would have revealed 12 black members on the field of every football half time in just the first year. I know, because I was one of them. We knew playing "Dixie" would place us in an uncomfortable position with some of our friends and classmates. Yet we played on somehow (at least most of us), perhaps naively rationalizing that we were supporting school spirit, not racism or tyranny.

What's missing from Mr. Eubanks' depiction of "two universities" is the essence -- the soul -- of campus life for the black Ole Miss student during that period. Not all of us became members of the campus senate or were at the forefront of the white-black intellectual think tank. Some of us were just trying to be regular college kids in an environment that -- yes, Ralph -- was sometimes unyielding, but was greased enough to slip us through.