Abstract
Howard Wallace, “a tall, lean white guy, kind of handsome,” was notoriously loud on a picket line and ubiquitous in San Francisco’s leftist circles in the 1970s.¹ Even if you could not see him, Wallace himself joked, you could hear him.² A transplant from Denver, Wallace had moved to Northern California in 1967, bringing with him a robust track record of activism that he had cultivated in union meetings and gatherings of the Socialist Workers Party, as well as in the direct organizing efforts of other groups he had cofounded—such as the Committee against Police Brutality and Denver’s Stop