... houses between Emir’s house and us. They’re just shells with no windows or roofs. One of them is burnt to the ground. Halfway to Emir’s house I meet my schoolmate Selma. She’s one year younger than me. “I can’t find Whitey,” Selma says, standing on the street looking left and right...

... Menshevik exiles. Calm and ironic, as well as incredibly competent, she was my first revolutionary role model. There was a lot of work to do. Berkeley had already exploded, the civil rights showdown at Selma was looming, Malcolm X was launching a new revolutionary group, and the Pentagon...