The radical in the rye
They called Howard a radical. JD an eccentric artist.
I cringe at the world we live in when a man who dedicated his life to non-violence, labour and women's rights, and opposed imperialist wars is labeled a radical. He was a pinko-commi as my uncle Walter likes to refer me as.
No one could understand why JD died with 15 unpublished books. They couldn't fathom why he wouldn't cash in on another masterpiece. But everyone could relate to this....
I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in a big field of rye and all. ... Thousands of kids, and nobody big at all, nobody big but me. And I'm standing on the edge of this crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to come and catch them. If they start to fall ... and don't look where they're going. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all.
Mr. Zinn. Mr. Salinger. I hope and pray your physical absence does not mean a spiritual one. Keep an eye on us if you can. And let them know, there in your new world, that there are of us here trying to the right thing. God speed my friends. And thank you.
