I wake up to the sound of helicopters. Living in Oakland, the city of beautiful rebellion and tragic violence, I’ve long since learned to recognize the distant buzz of police choppers, but I usually don’t hear it before 8 am. Then I remember: Today is May Day! The revolution is…

I’m here in Detroit, with 20,000 friends, comrades, and crazy beautiful everyday people at the US Social Forum. It’s day 3 here at the Forum, I’m right now sitting in a high-energy, multilingual (with simultaneous translation provided of course!) panel discussion about cross-racial alliance building between black workers and Latino…