Dear Noam,
I came to your political books by reading your linguistic ones as a graduate student in sociology (with an interest in language) at the University of British Columbia in the early 1970s. I read with a passion, if on the side, your American Power and the New Mandarins (1969), At War With Asia (1971), Problems of Knowledge and Freedom (1971) and For Reasons of State (1973). But in 1974, when Peace in the Middle East came out, I was writing my dissertation, and the task of understanding the “question of Palestine,” about which I knew nothing, seemed just too demanding. In 1975 I got my first job in sociology. From then on I devoted myself to what seemed the enormous task of simply trying to be a good sociologist, both in research and teaching. It wasn’t until another thirteen years had passed that things changed. Again, it's your fault. In the fall of 1988 I heard your Massey Lectures on CBC-Radio (Necessary Illusions). I have never been the same since.
"The intellectual responsibility of the writer, or any decent person, is to tell the truth ... it is a moral imperative to find out and tell the truth as best one can, about things that matter, to the right audience. The responsibility of the writer as a moral agent is to try and bring the truth about matters of human significance to an audience that can do something about them. That is part of what it means to be a moral agent rather than a monster.
The moral culpability of those who ignore the crimes that matter by moral standards is greater to the extent that the society is free and open, so that they can speak more freely, and act more effectively to bring those crimes to an end. And it is greater for those who have a measure of privilege within the more free and open societies, those who have the resources, the training, the facilities and opportunities to speak and act effectively: the intellectuals, in short" (Noam Chomsky, Perspectives on Power: Reflections on Human Nature and the Social Order, 1997, pp. 55, 56, 65).
Pearl Harbour, the invasion of East Timor, your birthday – worthy of Pascal.
Happy birthday.