LIKE HE SAID

When I was born in 1933, my parents were living in the neighborhood of Queens in New York City called Sunnyside. At the age of two, I was sent to the Sunnyside Progressive School, which was then what we used to call a “red diaper operation.” I have been told, although I confess I do not myself remember it, that when I was a year or two old I was on occasion pushed around in a baby carriage with another little boy named Philip Green. Thirty-seven years later, when I left Columbia and moved to the University of Massachusetts, my wife and I bought a home in Northampton near Smith College and I discovered that Phil was a professor of government at Smith. We reconnected then. Phil has been all of his life an active, productive, engaged democratic socialist – for a while, a member of the board of Dissent Magazine.

 

Phil has an active blog on which he posts a great deal of political commentary. I have not been in touch with him in years and it was only recently that it occurred to me that since I am now 88 he must be also! Strange how these things work out.

 

Phil's post today was, I thought, particularly apt, and expressed many things that have been in my mind as well but which I have not been writing about. Here it is for your edification and enjoyment.