“What did it mean to be friends in a world where just walking down the street together could get someone viciously beaten? In what ways could that friendship be expressed?” — Catherine Ryan Hyde Copy Share Image
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… — Noam Chomsky Copy Share Image
