My First Fight Against Fascism Entailed Resisting Nuclear Strike Drills at School
The alarm went off. All the students knew what it meant, but Mrs. Whitewash had to make the announcement anyway. School was about learning how to follow orders.“Okay class, it’s time for another nuclear strike drill. Move it!”But Kip didn’t move.What he was supposed to do was get down onto the floor.He was supposed to crawl underneath his desk.The nasty old, cast iron desk with the wooden writing surface that lifted up so you could store your books inside.Kip didn’t mind the top of the desk. The sight of wood grain pacified him.But the underside of the desk was gross.For years and years and…
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