Suffering through the cold winds of winter and a semester’s pile of projects teetering and about to topple over….then the students and youth of Britain brighten a December day and stoke the imagination. I have a feeling in twenty years, if I’m living, seeing this picture will still bring the same joy as it does tonight. I wonder if the Prince had visions of his great-great-uncle, Alexander II, in his carriage on that Sunday drive 130 years ago and those young Narodniks with bombs held hidden in their coats among the crowds gathered by the Catherine Canal?
The movement has been magnificent and a surprise. I don’t know what is next, but I know it will be in a better position than before. Think about it friends; if it’s possible in Britain then it has to be possible here. There is nothing comrades, absolutely nothing, like militant, conscious and creative young people. It is, and always has been, the axis on which the world of hope spins.