When I was in (middle and high) school I used to write letters for Amnesty International. We had a little club - I think I ran it, actually, at some point - and would just get the kids to write letters on all sorts of issues and send them to whomever.
Dear Mr. So and so, we demand that you free so-and-so, dear Ministers of the Republic of Veryverybad, please reconsider the death penalty, and so on. It was usually about the death penalty and international arms control.
Every once in awhile, Amnesty International’s aims match ours.
Thank goodness I was too dumb to make a difference when I was too dumb to know what kind of difference I should make.
I remember back as an undergrad there was an Amnesty International chapter on campus that dominated Student Senate when I actually got myself elected. Those people were the worst delusional knee jerk leftists you’ve ever seen. The lengths I had to go to to try and impose an iota of common sense in budgets and things was unreal.
I could see them building the gallows from the barred window in my cell. Suddenly, I was inexplicably released, given a fine seersucker suit from Brooks, a first class cabin to Marseilles, a fruit basket, and a perfectly chilled bottle of H.G. von Mumm, 1936.
Now, finally, I know the rest of the story!
Thank you, and thanks to the other youthful idealists in your obviously fine old school.
However, could you possibly inquire as to the whereabouts of my Dopp Kit?