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Our privacy in financial matters is a tool of (our) oppression. It makes it hard to see class interests & to fight them.
I couldn’t stay. Her family wanted me to stay and make a speech, but I couldn’t. Her rotten ex was there, and as I walked past and heard him explaining — no, lecturing someone on how “disturbed” Lyn was, it was all I could do not to haul off and hit him. (I am not a violent person.) As it turns out, I wasn’t the only person who felt that way. But her family did not want a scene, so my friend and I left and went to a bar, where we drank to her memory.
Well done, Lynnie. Look at all those people who loved you!