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The Day An Anarchist Died
‘God Bless America’ I was in study hall at 8:47, at New Lebanon Jr./SR High school. New Lebanon lies just before the Massachusetts border, about 20 miles from Albany, the state?s capital. It is a jerkwater little town, and the only things in it are cows, pigs, cornfields, and two gas stations. One little supermarket where you could buy expired meat for a cheaper price. I was an anarchist, I believed, and still believe in a small echoing way, that Anarchy, the utopian form of government where...