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emma goldman's grave, chicago (for ramirkriza)
a week ago today, ramirkriza & i went to the forest home/german waldheim cemetery in forest park, a suburb of chicago, illinois. it was after 5pm, so the park had already closed (d'oh!). rami suggested that we jump the fence: i gladly assented to the transgression.
we were there to look for the graves of anarchist legend emma goldman and the haymarket martyrs. without a map to guide us, we never found their tombstones, but ramirkriza still read excerpts of an address that she had used in a speech class at the university of wisconsin: emma goldman's "an anarchist looks at life".
i went back to the cemetery with my friend, paul, this past tuesday. during normal business hours. it was pretty emotional finally to see the graves of the 5 "haymarket riot" scapegoats who were killed by the state in 1887. and that of such an important historical figure as "red emma," whose political awakening came in the wake of the deaths of those murdered radicals (posthumously pardoned, for whatever that's worth).
i read the speech that rami had left with me, and stashed it under some sticks and gravel, for the next visitor to discover goldman's words. it rained pretty heavily that night, so it was clearly just a moment in time. but it seemed important, regardless...
we were there to look for the graves of anarchist legend emma goldman and the haymarket martyrs. without a map to guide us, we never found their tombstones, but ramirkriza still read excerpts of an address that she had used in a speech class at the university of wisconsin: emma goldman's "an anarchist looks at life".
i went back to the cemetery with my friend, paul, this past tuesday. during normal business hours. it was pretty emotional finally to see the graves of the 5 "haymarket riot" scapegoats who were killed by the state in 1887. and that of such an important historical figure as "red emma," whose political awakening came in the wake of the deaths of those murdered radicals (posthumously pardoned, for whatever that's worth).
i read the speech that rami had left with me, and stashed it under some sticks and gravel, for the next visitor to discover goldman's words. it rained pretty heavily that night, so it was clearly just a moment in time. but it seemed important, regardless...














Maybe you should try normal hours of operation?
Nahh!!