“The Yiddish Speaking Socialists of the Lower East Side”

That’s the name of a poem I discovered about a year ago in an anthology. I can’t remember the poet’s name and the book is in Colorado – I’ll look it up later. I love the poem; it tells the story of the Jewish Socialists who fled Russia and other parts of Eastern Europe for America at the turn of the 20th century. They built a movement literally from the pavement up, on nothing but their ideas and their community. They got people elected. World War I stopped the movement. Funny, that.
I’m working on some concrete ideas. I’ve had many wonderful emails and several incredible conversations on threads and I think I see our way out of here. It’s going to take a whole lot of work, but anything worth having is worth working for, and I’m thinking that this might be fun, too.