editor of radical prisoner George Jackson’s books in 1974, “For most middle-class whites like myself, life is a matter of chronic discontent. . . . We say to ourselves that only blacks possess true authenticity.”25 The white attorney’s office in Berkeley had massive posters of the black prison leaders on the walls, and a staff of young white women, noted a sociologist at the time. “All of ’em had picked one of ’em as the one that she was worshipping.”26
