As the seven students from the University of California's Berkeley campus began their program in the big A.F.L. Labor Temple in Oakland, a baldheaded truck driver in the audience snorted: "College kids. Bet they tell us how to save the world. I wish I'd stayed home and watched TV."
The truck driver was probably not alone in his wish, for the program of the evening was anything but light entertainment. Each of the seven students belonged to what the group calls a "minority"—and each had come to describe, in a highly personal way, how it feels to be a member...
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