As I’m reading Days of Rage, I want to introduce everybody to my 2013 review of a book by Weatherman Bill Ayers.
I still vividly remember from the book how these mega rich people employed the services of a psychoanalyst who was something crazy famous like Jung’s disciple, or something. They’d have their every whim catered to while they played at being working class revolutionaries.
As a student from Bolivia said today in class, “In South America, all of the rich people are right-wing. But here in the US, the richer they are, the more they are to the left.”
Another thing I remember from the book is what an absolute soul-crushing ogre Ayers’s wife Bernardine Dohrn was in his portrayal. I think she probably abused him because he sounded completely beaten down by her. Mind you, he doesn’t complain. To the contrary, he behaves like a typical abused wife, protesting how hugely important and wonderful Bernardine is in a shrill, terrified tone.
Ayers and Dohrn were such African-American wannabes that they called their very white children Zayd and Malik. Both sons turned out well, though, because the rich parents bought a gigantic amount of psychological help for them.
I usually forget everything I can’t use for work immediately after reading it. That I retained so much from a book read over a decade ago is a sign that Ayers is a talented author. The writing was just so gosh-darn upbeat. Nice, nice book.
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Until a recent move, I lived just some three or four blocks from their former Hyde Park (Chicago) residence. As far as I could tell, most opinions of residents in the area as to their qualities as neighbors divided along political lines. An estate sale, including books and other items browsed in the house, was a notable local event.
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