On March 27, 1964, a converted liberty ship named the SS Chena brought a shipment of supplies to the port of Valdez, Alaska. Valdez, which I need you to know is pronounced “valDEEZ,” sits at the end of a fjord—a narrow inlet carved by a glacier.
Once you’ve seized the tools of political life to build communal power, it’s hard to forget what a hammer feels like in your hand.
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