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That's Where We All Kind Of Were In The Mid-1960s. Students For A Democratic Society Grew From A Small Group Of Socialists At The University Of Michigan Into A National Organization, And In Many Ways, Its Growth Was Driven By The Vietnam War.

I Don't Know That I Ever Bought Into The "american Dream." I Was A Child Of Privilege. I Grew Up In The '50s And It Was A Quiet Time In America, At Least On The Surface And I Grew Up In A Kind Of Feathery Bed Of Privilege.

Whether Or Not The Working Class Came To Chicago In 1969 In The Days Of Rage Is Not A Measure Of Their Commitment To Stopping The War Or To Seeing Life In Certain Way. There Were Very Few Of Us Who Were There, And Those Of Us That Were Had An Illusion About Ourselves.

Agitators, Organizers, Activists, Intellectuals Aren't Bound By Those Rules. We're Not Trying To Figure Out, How Do I Thread This Particular Needle?

My Father Lived With Me The Last Five Years Of His Life And Passed Away Of Alzheimer's, And At That Point He Was Saying To Anyone Who Would Listen, "we All Hated The War In Vietnam." Well, It Was Easy To Hate The War In Vietnam 40 Years On.