I don't think saying "I was wrong here, I was wrong there" absolves you of anything particularly, nor does it get you into heaven.

I suffer from a genetic flaw, which is that my mother was a hopeless Pollyanna.

One-hundred facts about Vietnam and we studied the fact sheet and got in to these arguments and it was fantastic, and I remember one moment when we heard two students saying don't talk to those guys, meaning my brother and me. They've just memorized that stupid fact sheet. And we thought, gosh do we sound that good? It didn't seem possible. But that was my introduction to politics.

Now you may like the images of long-haired hippies running in the streets throwing tear gas canisters, but we didn't end the war. And that's what we set out to do. What was not ended by the anti-war movement was ended by the Vietnamese. That's our shame.

Teaching has always been, for me, linked to issues of social justice. I've never considered it a neutral or passive profession.

If you read the literature of Soviet Communism, you see a dogma that's chilling. On the other hand, if you read the literature of anti-communism, it's every bit as dogmatic.

I didn't kill innocent people.