In the early days of this wave of the women’s movement, I sat in a weekly consciousness raising group with my friend A. We compared notes recently: What did you think was happening? How did you think our own lives …
The people of West Virginia are victims. They are the victims of powerful and cunning outsiders, of themselves and their own kind, and of social and historical forces with regard to which they have no control or understanding. For a …
Los Angeles, 1967 I pronounce it like FDR’s middle name, and the man at the Greyhound ticket window stares at me. “The bus don’t stop at no place like that!” “You sure?” He nods, and then I spell it out, …
Imagine a day in the life of a socialist citizen. He hunts in the morning, fishes in the afternoon, rears cattle in the evening, and plays the critic after dinner. Yet he is neither hunter, fisherman, shepherd, nor critic; tomorrow he …
The President’s decision to escalate the Vietnam War destroys whatever small chance there was for negotiations in the near future and plunges the United States into a major crisis. Among the growing number of Americans who see this war as …
At the age of nine I had already acquired the reputation of being the worst boy in the neighborhood. And in my neighborhood this was no easy accomplishment. My frequent appearance in juvenile court was beginning to bother the judges. …
No one can work his way through Das Kapital without etching on his mind forever the knowledge that profit must come from loss —the lost energy of one human being paying for the comfort of another; if the process has …
At so late and unhappy a moment, can one still specify what the vision of socialism means or should mean? Is the idea of utopia itself still a tolerable one?
Political thinking, like merchandising, has its fashions.
