I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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Fran Peavey is a writer and social activist who has championed tenants’ rights in her hometown of San Francisco, supported women in the former Yugoslavia, and worked for thirteen years to clean up India’s Ganges River. Her latest book is By Life’s Grace: Musings on the Essence of Social Change (New Society Publishers).
Time was when I knew the racists were the lunch-counter owners who refused to serve blacks, the warmongers were the generals who planned wars and ordered the killing of innocent people, and the polluters were the industrialists whose factories fouled the air, water, and land. I was a good guy, boycotting, marching, and sitting-in to protest the actions of the bad guys.