The first real feeling of loss of an admired soul in my life. Not merely an intellectual, decked out in isolation and abstract-only concern, but a self-subordinating aggressor against the tides of injustice. A paradigm. You will be missed.
"From the start, my teaching was infused with my own history. I would try to be fair to other points of view, but I wanted more than 'objectivity'; I wanted students to leave my classes not just better informed, but more prepared to relinquish the safety of silence, more prepared to speak up, to act against injustice wherever they saw it. This, of course, was a recipe for trouble." -- Autobiography, You Can't Be Neutral on a Moving Train