25 mars 2022
https://www.openedition.org/12554 , info:eu-repo/semantics/openAccess
D’Aguiar Fred, « Psychiatric Nursing and Me », Presses universitaires de la Méditerranée, ID : 10.4000/books.pulm.8818
By the end of the 1970s I knew my Proudhon from my Prince Kropotkin, my Marx from my Lenin, my Freud from my Jung, my Malcolm X from my Martin Luther King, and my left from my middle-of-the-road. I thought I knew everything: which South London streets to walk along after 11pm without someone shouting the N-word at me; where to get my regular cultural and political fixes by frequent visits to New Beacon Books, Bogle-L’Ouverture Books, and the Race Today Collective in Brixton, for the good book...