His name was Officer John, and we knew him well, those of us in Greenwich Village, NY in the 1960s. Officer John was a beat cop.

By Ruth Ann Angus At three in the morning the quiet of the countryside is broken by the unmistakable sound of a jet plane flying...

As I sat and listened to the discussion taking place on the Campaign Nonviolence Conference call last night, I couldn’t help but reflect...

By Ruth Ann Angus Linda Winters stood in her mobile home in Morro Bay, California, stroking her cat while watching intently the rising...