“Summer of Love” ping
At that time I was otherwise out of the country...
while communists tried to kill me.
Are Portland, Seattle, and Chicongo 2020 better or worse than the rioting cities of 1967?
I think that the riots were as bad, but they weren’t as, uh, “popular” as they seem to be now. They didn’t have the support of a mainline party (the Dems), the mayors, the governors, and the prosecutors. So, I’d say today’s are more dangerous.
On the slightly plus side, the 1967 riots were almost totally racial, to my memory. Today’s have a significant racial component (black looting in Chicago, for example), but an amount of masked white boy Antifa support that didn’t exist in 1967.
Joe is out there
I had a lot of fun that year. A lot of fun.
1967, and we all got relevant. It just was never the same.
In Southern California, the summer of 1967 was hot and smoggy. In August, we were bracing for Hurricane Katrina, which would have been the first hurricane to hit the Southland since 1939, but the storm veered east, devastating Baja California before moving into Arizona.
In the 6 Presidential elections that followed the riots of 1967-1968, the Republican candidate won 5 of them, of which 4 were 400+ Electoral College landslides.
Unprecented pandemic too.
CDC website notes pandemics of 1918, 1957 and 1968.
My memory of that year is that you were either pro war or anti war, nothing in between tolerated by the left. Much like today. The left’s behavior and intolerance then prompted me to enlist in 1968. I’d do it again. But now I’m too old to fight so I confine myself to supporting those that are taking my place.
It’s not forgotten by me and it’s why I know that our cities will remain damaged from the latest rioting For at least 50 years.
The very encouraging thing about the Summer of Love and Riots is that - Richard Nixon, calling on the Silent Majority, won by a landslide. People were sick of the riots; the Dem Convention was total chaos, and by November every single voter was livid.
We just got back from a road trip from LA/ through Idaho and Montana, to the Dakotas, returning via Nebraska, Kansas, Colorado, and Utah. ALL we saw was Trump signs everywhere - not a Biden sign to be seen.
Ah, memories!
Huge difference. In 1967/68, the democrat mayor of Chicago gave the police the order to shoot live ammunition at rioters in order to stop them. Now the democrat mayor and the DNC supports the rioters and their party created this video - https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=c9nTxOMtbEI
As you can see from that video, we are far worse off.
I was told if I voted for Goldwater, we’d have riots in the streets. Well I voted for Goldwater, and damned if they weren’t right!
Who Needs the Peace Corps? - The Mothers of Invention
What’s there to live for?
Who needs the Peace Corps?
Think I’ll just drop out
I’ll go to Frisco
Buy a wig and sleep on Owsley’s floor
Walked past the wig store
Danced at the Fillmore
I’m completely stoned
I’m hippy and I’m trippy
I’m a gypsy on my own
I’ll stay a week & get the crabs & take a bus back home
I’m really just a phony
But forgive me ‘cause I’m stoned
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
Go to San Francisco
How I love ya, how I love ya
How I love ya, how I love ya Frisco
How I love ya, how I love ya
How I love ya, how I love ya
Oh, my hair is getting good in the back
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
Go to San Francisco, hotcha
First I’ll buy some beads
And then perhaps a leather band to go around my head
Some feathers and bells
And a book of Indian lore
I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce
How to get to Haight Street
And smoke an awful lot of dope
I will wander around barefoot
I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
I will love everyone
I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street
I will sleep
I will, I will go to a house
That’s, that’s what I will do
I will go to a house
Where there’s a rock and roll band
‘Cause the groups all live together
And I will join a rock & roll band
I will be their road manager
And I will stay there with them
And I will get the crabs
But I won’t care
I remember it to this day.
In 1967, I was working at a major defense contractor’s facility which was located in the mid-cities between Dallas and Fort Worth.
Blacks had been rioting in Dallas and they were determined to do the same to FW. There was then a toll road between the two cities (now I-30) for a stretch of ~30 miles, with the last toll booth just East of downtown FW.
My boss had a radio in his office and we were all listening to a local reporter giving us live coverage. The blacks had formed a caravan of ~100 cars, each with 4-6 armed rioters, and had gotten onto the toll road.
Before they could get off at the last toll booth, Texas Rangers and DPS troopers had the road barricaded and were armed with their long guns. The rioters were forced to use a U-turn and were escorted all the way back to Dallas.
That saved a lot of bloodshed in Fort Worth.
Every 50 years, or so....