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Howard Tessler


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I learnt my politics
on my father's knee:

"What's communism, Daddy?"

"No bosses."

I didn't understand.

"The classless society, son."

Now class was something a 10 year old knew about.
"I'm a communist, Dad."

My father smiled.

The revolution began promptly at 8:30 Monday morning.
My mother did not approve.
My father approved even less.

My parents were never House Marxists.




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