Great American Literature

Great American Literature Our book shelf groaned under the weight of American Literature and my mother was principally a communist. An American Tragedy I read at fourteen, and my fascination with A bridge over San Louis Ray was endless, and so it went on. I joined the youth wing of the communist party of Norway, it lasted a month, they kicked me out I knew too much to be useful. The plight of the poor concern me I bristle when seeing injustice in short I will fling my arms around a horse that is about to be flogged yet one doesn`t need to be a communist for this. Kindness is not political and doesn’t carry a flag you have to pledge allegiance to, a friendly smile will suffice.