October 1, 2013
As my 67th birthday
approaches this march, I am grateful for my age. Before it was too late I met
Wobblies from the decade before the Great War, the 1930’s Communists who gave
their all or the CIO, fought fascism at home and the valleys and mountains of
Spain. They were called Anarchists, Communists and Socialists and they were
right. These wonderful ancient ones are all gone now, but they live, sing,
clasped hands and dance deep in my soul and light up my heart with their
warmth. They changed me and molded what I am today. These simple and beautiful
ancient women and men they will always be my culture, my religion and my life’s
song.
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