Some of the most moving experiences I've had are just in black churches in the South, during the Civil Rights Movement, where people were getting beaten, killed, really struggling for the most elementary rights.
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.
