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“The great American dream that reached out to the stars has been lost to the stripes. We have forgotten where we came from, we don’t know where we are, and we fear where we may be going. Afraid, we turn from the glorious adventure of the pursuit of happiness to a pursuit of an illusionary security in an ordered, stratified, striped society. Our way of life is symbolized to the world by the stripes of military force. At home we have made a mockery of being our brother’s keeper by being his jail keeper. When Americans can no longer see the stars, the times are tragic. We must believe that it is the darkness before the dawn of a beautiful new world; we will see it when we believe it.”

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Rules for Radicals: A Pragmatic Primer for Realistic Radicals

This book provides a comprehensive framework for political activism, detailing various strategies and tactics employed by radicals and activists. It explores the principles and methods used to influence social change and is considered a foundational text in the field of political organizing. more

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