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November 4, 2016
Trump insulted the media, while the satellite trucks dotting the horizon beamed his image around the world.
I wandered around awkwardly, thinking about the left’s shortcomings, missed opportunities. Shouldn’t many of these folks have been with Bernie?
April 30, 2012
Another thing we’re trying to do is change the language around student debt. We’re not asking for forgiveness.
February 21, 2012
When it comes to public education, progressives are in a difficult position.
In the early ’70s, 1973 to be exact, when my mother was 13 years old, she enrolled at the Carcross Community School, an alternative boarding school up north in the Yukon Territory. Despite its location and near-total isolation, the community was part of a radical education movement sweeping North America. Like hundreds of other free schools across the continent, Carcross emphasized unmediated experience above instruction and authority.
January 5, 2012
If Occupy Wall Street takes the wrong space it may end up as lost as if it had none at all.
Even before Liberty Plaza was raided, many of us were asking what was next for Occupy Wall Street. The movement, we said, was about more than holding a space, even one in the heart of Manhattan’s financial district. Occupation, I often heard, was a means, not an end; a tactic, not a target. The goal, from the beginning, was to do more than build an outdoor urban commune.
November 15, 2011
The authorities so badly did not want anyone to see what happened last night they were willing to temporarily blind us.
November 14, 2011
Faced with a celebrity-endorsed blockade, the police backed down, and in the ensuing days I noticed more and more tents.
November 9, 2011
We had come to prefer our untested theories to messy practice. Movements… are scary for people who like to feel smart.
September 27, 2011
It was kind of nice to be at a protest and, instead of marching and shouting, to be talking about ideas. It felt like the script had changed, and that was a revelation.
It was kind of nice to be at a protest and, instead of marching and shouting, to be talking about ideas. It felt like the script had changed, and that was a revelation. As 7 PM approached, my friends and I left thinking the cops would clear everyone out in no time. When they made it through the night I began to give them more credit, so I dropped off a bunch of blankets and provisions later that evening.
