It Happened in High School

i also did a lot of fundraising to bus people to the dc marches, and i became aware of how limited most people's concept of social consciousness was. very few could see any personal benefit from ending this war (remember, privileged: had lots of ways of keeping their *own* kids out.) i was accustomed to my parents, and was shocked at all the lip service, no action, no sense of an intangible good.

and as to the sixties, well they seemed more like a call to arms than a madness to me. i remember standing in a service with my father while he tried to explain to me what had happened to martin luther king, and going to the strategy session of the civil rights group he worked with afterwards. it seemed unreal until rfk's death, when the picture finally jelled for me. i remember going to see rfk's coffin just because i felt a need to really witness it, to be a part of the changes that were happening.

and i guess i believed that we were changing the world. that we would bring about world peace. that we would bring about a time of human understanding and caring.

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