Bill Ayers

http://www.truth-out.org/opinion/item/43770-hollywood-won-t-save-us-instead-let-s-build-a-revitalized-radical-feminism

http://www.vietnampeace.org/my-lai-public-appeal

https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2017/03/americas-brutal-forgotten-history-of-illegal-deportations/517971/

On March 6, 1970—48 years ago today—three dear comrades died in an accidental bomb explosion in Greenwich Village, New York. Diana Oughton, Ted Gold, and Terry Robbins were former student radicals and faithful anti-war activists, by then revolutionaries dedicated to ending white supremacy and overthrowing US imperialism. They were also among the loveliest people I’d ever known—thoughtful and compassionate, engaged and beautiful. We pause today to remember their lives and to grieve their loss, to take responsibility for our shared shortcomings and mistakes, to honor their commitments, and to rededicate ourselves to creating a joyful and peaceful world powered by love.

Diana, Teddy, Terry—Presente!

though its beak is still home. As if that weren’t enough—it keeps fidgeting!

How leaky are the borders of man-made states!

How many clouds float over them scot-free,

how much desert sand sifts from  country to country,

how many mountain pebbles roll onto foreign turf

in provocative leaps!

Need I cite each and every bird as it flies,

or alights, as now, on the lowered gate?

Even if it be a sparrow—its tail is abroad,

thought its beak is still home. As if that weren’t enough—it keeps fidgeting!

Out of countless insects I will single out the ant,

who, between the guard’s left and right boots,

feels unobliged to answer questions of origin and destination.

If only this whole mess could be seen at once in detail

on ever continent!

Isn’t that a privet on the opposite bank

smuggling its hundred-thousandth leaf across the river?

Who else but the squid, brazenly long-armed,

would violate the sacred territorial waters.?

How can we speak of any semblance of order

when we can’t rearrange the stars

to know which one  shines for whom?

Not to mention the reprehensible spreading of fog!

Or the dusting of the steppe over its entire range

as though it weren’t split in two!

Or voices carried over accommodating air waves:

summoning squeals and suggestive gurgles!

Only what’s human can be truly alien.

The rest is mixed forest, undermining moles, and wind.

https://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2015/10/get-rid-borders-completely/409501/