Early memories of publication efforts: when I was about eight years old I launched a comic strip for an audience of one (me) the protagonist of which was a round edged stone the size of a tennis ball which lived in thought balloons. Looking back I think it was a projected version of myself having aspirations but no agency with which to pursue them. A little over ten years later I was a mercenary illegal aid worker in Nicaragua and I wrote an article for a left-leaning weekly paper in Philadelphia about the abuses of the Somoza regime and the criminality of the Regan administration's vile war against Central American Populism and class struggle. It was the first time I got paid to write anything - $50 dollars for a front-page above-the-crease feature with a circulation of 500,000. I have a yellowed copy of it around somewhere.
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Sharon
2/2/2015 10:41:06 am
Memories....may be beautiful and yet...
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AuthorJon Amsterdam is a Lawyer, Educator, Community Organizer and National Service Innovator who directs Communities Without Borders, a non profit organization he founded in 1996. Archives
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