that you’ll go down if you don’t stand up for yourself — surely you see that. Bertolt Brecht January, 78 my parents floated somewhere on the left. I visualized the left as a wide mysterious plain drifting beyond my left cheekbone. I know I was left-handed but what else did I inherit? hints and whispers of commie over the phone. my grandmother stubbornly mute in some kind of hearing. so when Mr. Bant, my 7th grade teacher, decided to spend a special week on the red menace, I was ...
