Nicholas James Pell writes:
When I returned to UMass years later to study Anglo-Saxon poetry, Arthurian legend, and whatever psychedelic drugs I could get my hot little hands on, not much had changed. Grad students still bitched about not getting paid enough as political commissars, 40-year-old perpetual teenagers still sold copies of Socialist Worker in the Student Union, and upper-middle-class kids from Jersey (who at this point were really overpaying) still stood agape in disbelief when I informed them that there were, in fact, poor white people in the world. Within driving distance, even.
