Saturday, July 20,
2013:

Another
uneasy thing happens to me most of my generation doesn’t talk about that
much (and this movie only touched on) is the feeling that our counter culture
idealism was corrupted by the so-called leadership. In the beginning the
movement leaders published as anonymous and everything was supposed to be free…
and it remarkably was (I remember folks passing out Acid at concerts and on the
streets free of charge). Most of the street level “Hippies” I knew of at the
time were not involved in the politics beyond “rapping” about it while passing
a joint. It was about the music and the drugs... and political rallies? They were more like rock concerts... maybe a chance to get laid or stoned or both. Reality sank in
through the haze. We all had to get a job… sex wasn’t free after all. Babies
sprung out and we needed to either support or abandon them. It was over before
it started. Huge egos… folks like Abbie Hoffman, Jerry Rubin, Tom Hayden, Bobby
Seals, and the rest of the Chicago Eight were figureheads creating a nostalgic
past before they ever went to trial.
Ya’ just can’t trust anyone over thirty, eh? Has age made me
that cynical or is my cynicism based on reality? I admit, I was on the sidelines for
most of this stuff but my activism began while I was still in High School… I have
creds for that. I was part of the boycott of Woolworths back in the mid-sixties
as a member of Friends of SNCC (Student Non-violent Coordinating Committee). And
I took our daughter to No Nukes rallies in the early eighties. As a member of Solidarity I watched the
Tom and Jane show try to organize the Campaign for Economic Democracy around
their fame.
There is more but I’ll leave it
there. I have to go out and smash the state.
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