In fact, it changed his life, since on his return he shifted away from local organizing among the poor to the larger and more intense struggles that were developing around the escalating Vietnam war. We had to be engaged, body and soul, willing to be, as Tom was, on the receiving end of a billy club in Mississippi or the insides of a Georgia jail. As the war in Iraq unfolded and our movement was growing around the state, we decided on a statewide meeting in Champaign-Urbana. My next knowledge of Tom was through the newspapers. If those hopes failed to come through, or were answered only in small part, it was not due to the radical authenticity of the man who held them. We had very little money, so to travel, I took literature to sell and films to show along the way, at each stop making enough to get to the next.
Even though I knew he was seriously ill, it still came as a shock. In that speech, Tom made a deep lesson click in my mind. Finally he entered electoral politics, eventually becoming a state senator in California. He made many waves that will rise and fall for some time to come. This brings me to my next way of knowing Tom, through black-and-white celluloid film. These were his writings as a student journalist and activist from the front lines of the freedom struggle in Mississippi and Georgia. My talk was in a small group workshop, but with about 50 people, with Tom listening in. Tom spoke to a full auditorium the next day. Wars end in three ways: We met in, of all places, the famous round bar at the top of the Havana Libre Hotel, formerly the Hilton, made famous in pre-revolution days with the likes of George Raft, Humphrey Bogart, and others of their pack hanging out there. It was vintage Hayden, even through the long Q and A session. We both agreed that if we had the Berrigan brothers as our parish priests, we might still be deeply tied to the Church. Together with antiwar leader Dave Dellinger, we were to be whisked off to a private meeting with Fidel Castro. Those experiences were powerful and changed my life. He told me he never learned until later in life why his middle name was Emmet, after the Irish patriot. Listen to the podcast here: Hayden knew about our antiwar work with Obama, and one day he called me up, inviting me to be webmaster for an independent media project, loosely connected to the Progressive Democrats of America, called Progressives for Obama. Due to the suffocating nature of the s, his parents had never told him why they picked this name, due to fear. In addition to his accounts of vivid battles in well-written prose, we also got other deeper messages about commitment and physical courage. Most of us SDSers had years before decided that justice was on the side of the Vietnamese, so we were quite pleased with the trip, even as the news pundits were scandalized. Both prose and poetry rolled off his tongue for over an hour, covering everything, and his audience was both spellbound and inspired. By I finally got together with Tom directly. It was about our community project in Newark, and featured Tom, among others. My next knowledge of Tom was through the newspapers. Tom was always laid back, non-domineering, but still serving as a catalyst, working toward united action.
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