Tag Archives: Oakland City College
Drag Me Out Like a Lady addenda, Chapters 11-14
During the writing of my book, Drag Me Out Like a Lady: An Activist’s Journey, I posted the draft of each chapter on this blog as I finished it. I did this in part so that if it should happen to not get published, there would be at least the draft of it online. I […]
Drag Me Out Like A Lady addenda 2, Chapter 3
During the writing of my book, Drag Me Out Like a Lady: An Activist’s Journey, I posted the draft of each chapter on this blog as I finished it. I did this in part so that if it should happen to not get published, there would be at least the draft of it online. I […]
My First Bust, the Free Speech Movement
The Runup By the time I got to Oakland City College, in January 1964, I was well on the road to what we used to call “radicalization.” (We were still calling it OCC even though the name had been changed to Merritt College that year in anticipation of closing the campus near Berkeley and opening […]
Shades of Gump: leaders I met, sort of
Although I can say I did actually meet several of the principals and “talking heads” in Berkeley in the Sixties, during the sixties, it was definitely in passing and they would never remember it. It was a purely Forrest Gumpian experience each time, except that I’m sure that, unlike Gump, I had no influence on […]
Free Speech Movement Documents
On December 3, 1964, I got on the bus from Oakland City College and went to UC Berkeley knowing that something big was going to happen. I had been following the news reports of the Free Speech Movement since it had started earlier that semester. I was during that semester employed as a reader for […]
Leaving Dixie – Before and After
I went to high school in a tiny central Florida town about 6 miles from the Citrus Tower. We lived in a renovated chicken barn, hideously ugly, 5 miles out of town on one of the many lakes, a smaller one. It was big enough, however, for me to row out to the middle of […]
Leaving Dixie
When I arrived by train in Oakland with my new husband, September, 1962, I was actually aiming at San Francisco. I had applied to San Francisco State University and fully expected that I would be accepted for the Spring semester, that we would live in San Francisco and that I would pursue as much of […]
I am often contacted by persons wishing to interview me for oral histories of the 1960s because of my participation in the documentary film, “Berkeley in the Sixties.” 
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