From Ike to Mao and Beyond: My Journey from Mainstream by Bob Avakian

By Bob Avakian

Spanning probably the most tumultuous and storied a long time of yankee heritage, this account of 1 man's political lifestyles touches on what it takes to guide a revolution and the way this kind of chief is made. Bob Avakian, radical activist and communist chief, takes readers into his Nineteen Fifties, middle-class earlier with stories of attending an built-in highschool, an event that profoundly altered his worldview. From there, he strains his course into the heady whirl of Nineteen Sixties Berkeley, the place he engaged with revolutionaries of all stripes. Revealing insights won from politics, song, activities, learn, and late-night bull-sessions, this dissection of the reports that shaped and proficient Avakian seems again at a galvanizing historical past, and ahead to a potential way forward for progressive swap. His tale bargains an extraordinary photograph of what it truly is prefer to lead a innovative social gathering within the strongest nation on the planet.

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It spit out film like a broken parking-ticket machine. The MiGs escorted us to the harbor entrance and then hit the afterburners and raced ahead, disappearing into the clouds. I lined up with Morro Castle on the point, and I was told by Havana Center not to fly over the old fort. They directed me to the west side of the harbor, where a patrol boat was waiting for us to land and would direct us to customs. Those little Cuban patrol boats I had seen during the boat lift always made me nervous. They were all manned by teenagers with big automatic weapons, and the teenagers didn't smile.

But when I'm standing on the earth, I realize how fast things are really moving. All of a sudden another summer is over, and they're playing Christmas music. All of a sudden you get a card in the mail announcing your twenty-fifth high school reunion. All of a sudden Vietnam is another old war fought by the parents of the kids who watch MTV and don't know who Walter Cronkite is. Children you remember as little babies are getting married. Life is like that. Years pile up like shipwreck debris strewn out across a jagged reef, offering memories of something or someone who came before.

I was enjoying this. "Don't need 'em. At worst, we might have to get the hell out of Cuban waters. " I reported my problem to Havana control, and they directed me 18 £&& WHERE IS JOE MERCHANT? out over the shoreline and told me to hold there. Rudy got busy reciting every childhood prayer he could think of, but I ignored him and reluctantly plotted a course back to Lone Palm. The trip was a bust. Not only would I not get paid, but I would also have to eat the fuel expense. And I did not look forward to explaining the situation to Rudy.

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