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Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Old Lefties Never DieThey just go off to the Old Radicals' Home. "Did I tell you that Cesar Chavez came to my house?" she asks. Her heavy brows furrow as she tries to recall. But a wall stands between her and that moment. She sighs, happily admitting that she just cannot remember why he was there, only that she shook his hand and that she assured him — "strongly, and with great conviction" — that she supported his efforts to organize farmworkers.
She sits at a table, in front of a slice of apple pie. She looks at photos taken of her four years ago, protesting during a transit strike, and another of Sunset Hall residents rallying two years ago at an antiwar protest.
"Hey, wait a minute, that's me," she says, pointing. "I guess I was there. There were so many protests in my lifetime. You know what? I can't remember all of them. Oh, well."Hat Tip: Lucianne
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