I was in engineering school in the early sixties and worked 18 hour days. Classes, labs, study study study,
Nose to the grindstone, etc etc.
Then it was Friday and beer , beer, beer.
I wittnessed the civil rights movement up close. Our annual spring riots and march through the streets to the nearby girls school were cancelled. We were forbidden to take to the streets. The blacks on the other hand were given free rein. They marched on the streets and trampled the Governors flowers. Msny were jailed and the singing in the jail could be heard for blocks. The quiet was disturbed and the pigeons and starlings roosting on the jail window cells were didturbed and flew confused by street lights.
I wittnessed the great bicycle rack take over. A group of black students protested at the movie theater down town. A few, 5 0r 6 tough white boys sat on the bicycle rack in front of the theater, occupying the whole length. One got up and was suddenly replaced by a black boy. the white boy next in line was revulsed and moved away, scooting the white boy on the end off the rack. A second black immediately occupied the space on the opposite end. This progression took place until the rack was entirely captured.
At the end of school, marriage was immediate. The bonds of marriage provided a deferrment. I had a double deferrment. I was married and worked for the Navy. I had skills required that the Navy desired enough to provide a draft deferrment.
My contribution to the war effort was administering contrcts for building stuff needed to prosecute the war. I was out of the country for two years. I saw or heard no hippies.
When I returned, Los Angeles and Detroit were burning. The disgruntled racists teamed up with the disgruntled pacifists and burned the place down. Those people just took control of the country. Not one of them is worth the powder to blow them to hell.