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You can do your studies on us migratory types all you want. My sister Rose came home from school last year saying that’s what you stay-puts call us. I told her you’re probably the same guys yelling White trash bastards go home when we drive through Salem. She says, no, you wouldn’t yell at us.
By Marian Mathews ClarkDecember 1992But still, when all other means fail, we are morally justified — not merely justified, but morally obligated — to defend that which we love by whatever means are available. If my family, my life, my children were attacked, I wouldn’t hesitate to use violence to defend them. By the same principle, if land I love is being violated, raped, plundered, murdered, and all political means to save it have failed, I feel that sabotage is morally justifiable.
By Jack LoefflerAugust 1990I knew old Wiggins years before he scandalized the area newspapers, because he was part of my childhood, like the pine tree with the tire swing and the forbidden, ancient barn I explored in secret.
By Susan M. WatkinsOctober 1987A self-imposed Cultural Revolution, a grandmother to people of all ages, a to-do list
By Our ReadersJuly 1987An orange can’t be too round. / At night milk is black. / The first wife remembers everything. / The tall perspire first.
By SparrowSeptember 1986Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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