Rilchiam, Wow. Now that is a question! (Though not nearly all of those things happened in 1968.)
First, there is truly much that I personally don’t remember because I had two rounds of electric shock treatments in the early 1960’s. The treatments were much stronger back then and so I lost a lot.
I totally trusted our government when I was growing up. We had won the big war again the evil enemies of WWII and felt that God had certainly been on our side. President Eisenhower was a star-spangeled war hero and a likeable fellow. We were strong and wouldn’t let the Communists take over our country or drop the A-bomb on us. I lived in a small town in the rural South where my Dad had a store on Main Street and everyone in town came in that store and sat around every Saturday night. (Everything in my life was like a storybook except for my mother, but that’s a book in itself.)
The election of John Kennedy was the frosting on the cake. I think he was nominated on my seventeeth birthday. They represented to me the culmination of that perfect childhood. They were young, smart, athletic, wealthy, beautiful, cultured, witty and inspiring. “God’s in his heaven; all’s right with the world” – with exceptions that the President was going to take care of.
After the shock of the assassination, I became active in politics and campaigned for LBJ. At one time I even signed a petition in support of the war because I was such a strong supporter of LBJ. It is hard for me to believe that now. (My father was a Pacifist and I am also.)
I was more concerned with the Civil Rights Movement. (The man who taught me the lyrics to We Shall Overcome and Keep Your Eyes on the Prize in 1961 was one of those pointing to where the shots came from in that famous photograph after Dr. King’s assassination.) That is where I put my focus. I went back to school and became a teacher and taught in inner city schools.
During my last year in school, two months before I graduated, one of the friends that I had known literally all of my life came home in a body bag from Vietnam. He was a West Point graduate who had volunteered to go back a second time. We had disagreed about the war, but he was no less a hero to me.
The same autumn that I started teaching, I became more active in one particular area of anti-war activities. And the more that I participated and listened and watched, the more I realized how many lies we were being fed. That was the first time that I became aware that American governments, American Presidents lied.
After Johnson and Nixon, I’ve never trusted my government to be straight. With the current Presidential Administration, I can’t even trust my government not to try to take away the very things that have made America strong and real. I don’t think that the Executive Branch of our government are the guys in white hats right now. I love my country in ways no one could begin to understand. But I get forwarded email (sent from people who don’t know me very well) saying how treasonous and seditious it is to speak out against the war or our President.
And all this time I thought I had paid my dues.
Thanks for asking. I know that this doesn’t really answer everything that you asked. It’s just part of what happened with me.