As U.C. Berkeley celebrates the 50th anniversary of the free speech movement this month, a long-simmering feud over funding for the Emma Goldman Papers — an archival project dedicated to the life and work of the iconic Jewish radical and free speech advocate — is coming to a head.
The university has informed the project’s editor and director, Candace Falk, that her employment will terminate at the end of October due to lack of funding. That decision, which the university’s chancellor has deemed final, could effectively shut down the Emma Goldman Papers Project, which has been housed on or near the U.C. Berkeley campus since its inception.
“It feels like the rug is being pulled out from under us,” said Falk, who founded the project in 1980 with a grant from the National Archives. “Just as we are within a year of finishing the last volume of our series on Goldman’s American years, we’re in danger of shutting down.”
- Point 7 of the Black Panther Party Platform and Ten-Point Program, October 1966 (via daughterofzami)
And still relevant today.
In the days leading up to these mobilizations, a few critics on the left framed a stark dichotomy between these two kinds of actions. The PCM was cast as a depoliticized, corporate-friendly sellout, in contrast to more militant direct action, which Flood Wall Street soon emerged to organize….
Surely there are critiques to be made of last week’s mobilization—there is always room for improvement. But last Sunday’s march was an important step toward building a popular movement for climate justice, which, in turn, is a necessary condition for more radical actions—like the ones FWS organized. The dichotomy between the PCM and FWS is a false one. What the world saw last week in New York was a vibrant movement ecosystem in which a broad mobilization and its radical edges engaged in a critical interplay.
Jonathan Smucker and Michael Premo, “What’s Wrong With the Radical Critique of the People’s Climate March,” in the Nation.
I think this is correct. To succeed at any sort of popular movement, we need larger numbers than just those who are committed enough to engage in direct action, in addition to those who do such things. And to get them both working in concert with each other.
About three weeks ago now, I went down to New York City for the Warriors NYC 2014 bike messenger race. I’ve got a lot of friends that go to other cities for these sort of events all the time, but I’ve never really been into that. But back when I was a wee rookie bike messenger, I did go to the Warriors Fun Ride 2002, which was an amazing experience. And now, in 2014, they finally got around to having a sequel. It was really the first out-of-town event that I was psyched for enough to make some actual effort to attend.
The basic premise of the Warriors race is to follow (very approximately) the path from the movie The Warriors, starting from way up in the Bronx after dusk, and ending at Coney Island at dawn. Like the movie, we rode in teams. Officially, the teams were supposed to be six to nine members, but a bunch of us Boston guys just formed an eleven person team and nobody stopped us. Aside from me, my team included Pete, Mike, Eli, Max, Orlando, Kevin, Ben, Julian, Opie, and Craig.
I’ve been getting into shooting film this summer, soI brought along my little Fujifilm Natura S point-and-shoot loaded with Kodak Tri-X for black and white shots, and my Canon Rebel SLR with a bunch of Kodak Portra 400 for color shots. I got about three rolls worth of pictures, which I have tried to set out into a coherent story below. If pictures aren’t really you’re thing, Eli’s version of the tale is a more literary take on the night. Better yet, read both.