Self-Reflection and Revolution
May 1, 2004
This summer I moved into an old house in the Catskills full of the random possessions of those who have used it as a retreat since it was built in the 1920s. With most of my books in storage and no television I entertained myself by reading a stack of Time magazines from the late sixties and early seventies that I found in a trunk in the small attic. Flipping through them nearly every evening, I enjoyed countless articles about the hippies, the Yippies, Richard Nixon, the Black Panthers, and the inevitable revolution on America's horizon. I read the ongoing coverage of the Chicago Eight (turned Seven) trial, sensational portraits of California's fringe cultures, and panic-stricken reports of the now too-often forgotten wildcat strikes of the early seventies
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