I'd learned to be a sign painter whipping out posters for football rallies. Her awareness of the intensity of the class war came abruptly. I finally flunked out of college. I remember how good it felt, almost as good as when I broke my first window. Judi Bari laughs a lot, merry testament to her fundamental good sense.
Happy warriors make happy revolutions.
The sound of breaking glass, and the end of her college career began life for Bari as a dues-paying prole. She quickly found a job on the campus that had just bounced her out of its classrooms in the school's cafeteria. When I was a student worker in the cafeteria, I could wear blue jeans and birks to work, but as a worker-worker I had to wear a uniform. I was surprised at how badly I was suddenly treated by students. So many of the students had real contempt for workers.