My favorite WHO song, their closing number in concert. WHO concerts are pure bliss. Today I can purchase WHO albums without worrying about explaining the covers to my mom. Long live Rock!
Remember Blowing in the Wind, 1,2,3,4, we don't want your f......ng war. One sight is right. One side is wrong. We are on the side of the Viet Cong. Hey, hey LBJ, how many boys did you kill today?
I was in the streets after Kent State, attended the funeral of one of the slain students. An emergency march was called for that Saturday in DC. The NYC FM radio rock station coordinated rides and passed on info to the organizers. I was going to march even if no permit was granted. The time was short they did not have a permit. An exemption was granted. People were very angry. As we marched by the White House, I decided to do the tourist thing, too, and checked it out. It was surrounded by a vast sea of buses, about five deep. There were soldiers with rifles positioned on the front lawn. It was so sad. Some ultra left wing nuts or FBI provacateurs started to upend the buses and throw stones. I never ran so fast in my entire life.
The ABA acted as observers. They were position about every eight feet and wore black armbands. Notice I reported it as Kent State, not Jackson State. More people were killed at Jackson State but everyone commented no one would remember them b/c they were black at a black college. Remember the woman bent over the bodies crying in anguish.
I became involved in the Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine through the grape boycott. Columbia was my undergrad. A few blocks away the largest cathedral in the world exists. B/c it was off-campus and not on Broadway, I never paid attention. The subway went down at Columbia's stop and I had to walk downtown to the next stop. As I walked, I passed this cathedral. A placard announced that Geraldo Rivera and Cesar Chavez were preaching on Sunday. I came in from NJ to see Chavez. I fell into ectasy after my Witness experience.
I purchased a very nice Grape boycott poster. It was my pride on my wall. The graphics of a bunch of grapes were very good. After staring at it for about two and a half years, I one day noticed a skull in the grapes! I tore it off my wall and my younger brother was given a grape boycott. Everyone assumed I saw the skull in the grapes. I did not like lettuce then anyway.
Far left people would tell me it was a great thing to be beaten b/c it radicalizes you. You will no longer be a liberal.