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There Was An Assumption That Aerial Bombing Of Civilians In World War Ii Would Cause Fragile, Working-class People To Basically Have Nervous Breakdowns And It Would Paralyze The State. That Was The Logic Of Aerial Bombing. In Fact, It Doesn't Happen At All, But The Logic Behind Aerial Bombing Has Never Stopped, Even Though It Never Demoralizes, Terrorizes, Or Paralyzes A Population.

Revolution Is A Phase, A Mood, Like Spring, And Just As Spring Has Its Buds And Showers, So Revolution Has Its Ebullience, Its Bravery, Its Hope, And Its Solidarity. Some Of These Things Pass.

Violence Doesn't Have A Race, A Class, A Religion, Or A Nationality, But It Does Have A Gender.

For Me, Childhood Roaming Was What Developed Self-reliance, A Sense Of Direction And Adventure, Imagination, A Will To Explore, To Be Able To Get A Little Lost And Then Figure Out The Way Back.

Places Matter. Their Rules, Their Scale, Their Design Include Or Exclude Civil Society, Pedestrianism, Equality, Diversity (economic And Otherwise), Understanding Of Where Water Comes From And Garbage Goes, Consumption Or Conservation. They Map Our Lives.