My father lived across the bay in Alameda (served in the Navy) in the ‘60s. He attested to the insanity going on there and at Berkeley. Incredibly, several of my relatives willingly choose to live there now. You couldn’t pay me good money to.
I was little in the early sixties. I knew I was seeing a lot of history -for better or worse- happening right around me. When I was maybe six I tried to talk my mom into talking me over to watch the riots in Berkeley. She, quite sensibly, declined.