By Michael Harrington In the Other America the general public don't go to the airfield to fly away to somewhere delightful or even somewhere needful of their presence. In the Other America the general public are too poor to fly like that. "I'm too poor to try this or buy that," we say to ourselves, and one another, each day like it was just part of a regular litany of petty grouses. Yet there
Tidak ada komentar:
Posting Komentar