One summer day in 1962, I was walking along Boylston Street in Cambridge toward the Charles River. Hearing my name shouted and the honking of a car horn, I turned and saw the two grinning faces of walrus-mustached Phil Luce and Clark Foreman. Clark Foreman was, and still is, director of the Emergency Civil Liberties Committee and Phil Luce had recently become his assistant. Phil and Clark were jubilant: Ohio State, Phil’s alma mater, had recently banned his scheduled speech there, and an enormous ruckus was created, garnering headlines for him in the newspapers. I don’t think I ever saw Phil Luce as happy as on that day, nor as friendly. Dr. Foreman had struck up a kind of fatherly friendship with him, and he seemed to be mor...
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