JMohegan
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I was born in '58, and watched the 60's unfold with my parents - whom I obviously relied on to explain what was going on. So for me it was never a "don't trust older people" thing. Instead, events got translated, in my kid-brain, as good guy/bad guy conflicts.Near the end of my freshman year in college 4 kids were killed at Kent State. From that day forward, it was all different. We looked at the police and the military in a different way. We distrusted them intensely. The student takeover of the admin buildings at Berkeley had happened the year before that, as I recall, so we'd already begun to distrust our own college administrators based on their reactions to that episode. We truly did not trust anyone more than a few years older than us.
The president was assassinated when I was in kindergarten. My mother cried, my father stood there in silent fury, and I felt really bad for the president's kids.
I was in first grade when we turned on the news and saw Alabama police beating up a bunch of people who just wanted to take a walk across some bridge. Beating and beating, even though they didn't fight back, until the people got all bloody.
Three years later, just after my 10th birthday, the great hero of my childhood was shot dead. My mother cried, my father stood there in silent fury, and I was terrified to realize, for the first time, that heroes don't always win.
Of course, the murder made lots of people angry. They smashed stuff and set fire to buildings all over the country.
A few weeks after that, a guy with a weird double name killed the man my mother had been stuffing envelopes for, the dead president's little brother. And a few months after that, the Chicago police went berserk and started beating everybody up at the Democratic convention. The next year, we found out that American soldiers had tortured and killed an entire village in Vietnam. Even old people and little kids.
I was 12 when those students got shot at Kent State, but for some reason I didn't find it all that shocking. I already knew that bad guys sometimes dress in uniforms, and since I wasn't in college yet, I never took it personally.