Bologna, Italy — As most who read this will know, Howard Zinn died on January 27. Like all who knew and worked with him, I called him Howie. As I do so now, I cannot help but smile as, at the same time, tears begin to fall.
I had the good fortune to work politically with him in ways that soon became a precious friendship. We first met in the late 1950s, when Howie began his teaching career at Spellman College in Atlanta, Georgia (a college for black students) and I was teaching at the other end of the socio-economic road in the Ivy League. From the first I was struck by his vigor, his marvelous sense of humor and unforgettably broad smile and, not least, his commitment to taking the stink out of the USA.
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