I don’t regret setting bombs.
I didn’t respond to people thrusting microphones at me and asking me questions that were unanswerable in a sound bite.
I haven’t been silent. I teach, I lecture at universities, I write, I’m not silent.
Teaching has always been, for me, linked to issues of social justice. I’ve never considered it a neutral or passive profession.
I was involved in the anti-war movement.
Chicago ’68 was a relatively small demonstration for its time, but I’ve talked to millions of people who claim they were there because it felt like we were all there. Everyone from our generation was there and was at Woodstock.
Kill all the rich people. Break up their cars and apartments. Bring the revolution home, kill your parents, that’s where it’s really at.
I was arrested in 1965 for opposing the war in Vietnam. There were 39 of us arrested that day. But thousands opposed us. And the majority of the people in the country supported the war then.
Large numbers of people are broken from the notion that the system is working for people, that the system is just or humane or peaceful.
Imperialism or globalization – I don’t have to care what it’s called to hate it.