obedience that people had called patriotism went out of style in a big way. Black rights, women’s rights and gay rights came a long way. Chicano rights, rights for disabled people, the whole tradition of civil liberties was created or strengthened by these people. Today’s protest movement is the direct descendant of those struggles.”
“I can’t believe you’re talking about them like this,” Charles said. He was leaning so far in his seat he was half standing, and his sharp, skinny face had gone red. He had wet, large eyes and big lips, and when he got excited he looked a little like a fish.
Ms Galvez stiffened a little, then said, “Go on, Charles.”
“You’ve just described terrorists. Actual terrorists. They blew up buildings, you said. They tried to destroy the stock exchange. They beat up cops, and stopped cops from arresting people who were breaking the law. They attacked us!”
Ms Galvez nodded slowly. I could tell she was trying to figure out how to handle Charles, who really seemed like he was ready to pop. “Charles raises a good point. The Yippies weren’t foreign agents, they were American citizens. When you say ‘They attacked us,’ you need to figure out who ‘they’ and ‘us’ are. When it’s your fellow countrymen —”
“Crap!” he shouted. He was on his feet now. “We were at war then. These guys were giving aid and comfort to the enemy. It’s easy to tell who’s us and who’s them: if you support America, you’re us. If you support the people who are shooting at Americans, you’re
“Does anyone else want to comment on this?”
Several hands shot up. Ms Galvez called on them. Some people pointed out that the reason that the Vietnamese were shooting at Americans is that the Americans had flown to Vietnam and started running around the jungle with guns. Others thought that Charles had a point, that people shouldn’t be allowed to do illegal things.
Everyone had a good debate except Charles, who just shouted at people, interrupting them when they tried to get their points out. Ms Galvez tried to get him to wait for his turn a couple times, but he wasn’t having any of it.
I was looking something up on my SchoolBook, something I knew I’d read.
I found it. I stood up. Ms Galvez looked expectantly at me. The other people followed her gaze and went quiet. Even Charles looked at me after a while, his big wet eyes burning with hatred for me.
“I wanted to read something,” I said. “It’s short. ‘Governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, that whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such principles, and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness.’”
Chapter 12
This chapter is dedicated to Forbidden Planet, the British chain of science fiction and fantasy book, comic, toy and video stores. Forbidden Planet has stores up and down the UK, and also sports outposts in Manhattan and Dublin, Ireland. It’s dangerous to set foot in a Forbidden Planet — rarely do I escape with my wallet intact. Forbidden Planet really leads the pack in bringing the gigantic audience for TV and movie science fiction into contact with science fiction books — something that’s absolutely critical to the future of the field.
Ms Galvez’s smile was wide.
“Does anyone know what that comes from?”
A bunch of people chorused, “The Declaration of Independence.”
I nodded.
“Why did you read that to us, Marcus?”
“Because it seems to me that the founders of this country said that governments should only last for so long as we believe that they’re working for us, and if we stop believing in them, we should overthrow them. That’s what it says, right?”
Charles shook his head. “That was hundreds of years ago!” he said. “Things are different now!”
“What’s different?”
“Well, for one thing, we don’t have a king anymore. They were talking about a government that existed because some old jerk’s great-great-great-grandfather believed that God put him in charge and killed everyone who disagreed with him. We have a democratically elected government —”
“I didn’t vote for them,” I said.
“So that gives you the right to blow up a building?”
“What? Who said anything about blowing up a building? The Yippies and hippies and all those people believed that the government no longer listened to them — look at the way people who tried to sign up voters in the South were treated! They were beaten up, arrested —”
“Some of them were killed,” Ms Galvez said. She held up her hands and waited for Charles and me to sit down. “We’re almost out of time for today, but I want to commend you all on one of the most interesting classes I’ve ever taught. This has been an excellent discussion and I’ve learned much from you all. I hope you’ve learned from each other, too. Thank you all for your contributions.
“I have an extra-credit assignment for those of you who want a little challenge. I’d like you to write up a paper comparing the political response to the anti-war and civil rights movements in the Bay Area to the present day civil rights responses to the War on Terror. Three pages minimum, but take as long as you’d like. I’m interested to see what you come up with.”
