I remember at the age of five travelling on a trolley car with my mother past a group of women on a picket line at a textile plant, seeing them being viciously beaten by security people. So that kind of thing stayed with me.
Growing up in the place I did I never was aware of any other option but to question everything.
Occasionally the conflict between 'what we stand for' and 'what we do' has been forthrightly addressed.
The argument that resistance to the war should remain strictly nonviolent seems to me overwhelming.
Nationalism has a way of oppressing others.
My family was mostly unemployed working class.
