From Socialism at Andover to the Land Grabbers of Cali
In high school in Andover, Massachusetts, I was a socialist. When I put socialist literature on the school bulletin board, the headmaster called me in to ask if I was a communist. "No, just a socialist," I said. "I suppose that's all right," he said.
In college, I marched down Boylston Street, Boston, in a parade, singing, "Solidarity forever, for the union makes us strong." Between college and graduate school I worked in New York. There I joined the Young Friends and black friends, including Bayard Rustin, in their sit-ins to test whether restaurants would serve blacks. We found that Horn and Hardart did serve blacks and we could not afford the restaurants that might not.
I became a pacifist and joined Fifteenth Street Meeting. I chuckled over the old joke, "How do you get to Washington?" "Go to Harvard and turn left." I did both and landed in Washington.
There I met Tom Carroll of the Inter-American Development Bank, an ardent supporter of land reform and a kind, sensitive person who influenced me much. He came as invited lecturer to my classes at the School of Advanced International Studies, Johns Hopkins, and I reciprocated by appearing in his seminars at the Bank. I came to support strongly government expropriation of land to redistribute to