This has been a historic political year. America is again at a crossroads. These are my experiences as a Maine Delegate in Philadelphia.
Progressive politics have always been more or lesson my mind since I attended my first march on Washington when I was 15. To those who lived through the 60’s, the tranquil world of white suburbia was blown apart by the violence, lies, and repression of the Vietnam War.
By the late 60's labor, racial, economic, and class issues were emerging as a movement for change. This is our group sitting in for the grape boycott in support of the United Farm Workers. The tremendous hope of the 1960's was dashed by the election of the crook Nixon and further buried in the Reagan era. We did not achieve our goals.
I grew up hiking, sailing, and rocknrolliing in the Hudson River Valley with a mother from Ecuador and a father from Dodge City, Kansas. A Regents scholarship helped me attend the State University at Stony Brook with a major in history. During college, I studied for a semester in Ireland and drove a New York City taxi.