The Nation: The Brothers and Angela

Sometimes I think this whole world

is one big prison yard Some of us are prisoners, the rest

of us are guards Lord Lord, so they cut George

Jackson down Lord Lord, they laid him in the

ground.

—Bob Dylan

The buff-colored civic-center modern Santa Clara County Superior Courthouse, where the trial of Angela Davis is being held, is protected by a couple of recently erected 12-ft. chain-link fences, with gates guarded by about a dozen armed deputies. At 6 each morning, quiet, well-behaved crowds of young blacks, Chicanos and whites begin gathering at the gates...

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