Re: you guys may like... (Ruth Spivak)

Frank,

I remember John. I remember the "political science club" of which we were the only three members and Mr. Haight was our sponsor, but I don't remember a newsletter or mimeographing anything. Am I blocking it out? Was I part of that? I just remember being in a very small room, possibly a closet, arguing with you and loving it.

Do you have any copies of those newsletters?

I really enjoyed the article, especially as it told me what happened to you between the time I "lost" you and the 30th RHS reunion when we reconnected. All I knew was I went to UCR, sent you Christmas cards, and after a couple of years you didn't send one back.

I am sending this to my kids as they have a hard time believing I was ever a radical. (I don't think I really was, I was just radical in comparison to the ultra conservative RHS! I am still left but not to your degree, I think.)

Anyway, keep sending me these personal emails. I like keeping up with your life as I sit here in my basement doing taxes, and petting cats.

Love,

Ruth

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ah, Ruth, I remember it fondly. Actually we were five. There was the libertarian guy... Thus most of the argument! And there was a goofy tall girl also. The underground paper was called U. S. [United Students]. I may have it in some trunk! They banned John from graduation for handing it Out on campus. I got shit for debating a G. I. who was in Vietnam. He responded to a column I wrote in the school paper. We went back and forth in the paper... People accused me of undermining his morale. I was sat down and told I was ruining the opportunity of the crips who would come after me [it was the first mainstream special education class on a regular high school campus] by being a radical. I didn't buy it! The goal was to procure the right to be fully human for crips [and for everybody else]... Including being political!

Funny, that was only a couple of years after I got them to try my idea for my head pointer for typing and talking. Now i was causing trouble with my writings! And writing for underground papers opened a lot up for me for years.

Btw, the Xmas cards probably stopped when I moved to Santa Fe to live on communes.

In Freedom,
Frank Moore