At Berkeley I Had My First Encounter

My Childhood Home Backed Onto Wheat And Cotton Fields.

My Mother, Who Was Professional Schoolteacher, Was Particularly Concerned About Our Formal Education And Even Went So Far As To Start A Private School Together With Some Other Parents So That Our Intellectual Needs Would Be Met.

As A Consequence While We Had A Roof Over Our Heads, Food On The Table, And Clothes To Wear To School We Were Constantly Conscious Of Being Of Modest Means.

My Job At Stanford Is Rather Different From The Ones I Had Held Previously In That My Own Ambitions Must Take A Back Seat To The Well-being Of The Students With Whom I Work.

Western Society Has Many Flaws, And It Is Good For An Educated Person To Have Thought Some Of These Through, Even At The Expense Of Losing A Lecture Or Two To Tear Gas.