It’s not the politics that scare me, it’s the anger
I am a child of the 70s. I came of age during an exciting, explosive and in many ways volatile – decade. Rules were broken, laws were passed, a war was lost and lives were changed for better and for worse.
Flower power, hippies, “women libbers” (feminists, actually), war protestors, civil rights activists, anti-establishment gurus, political unrest and scandal... the 1970s had it all. But… While I was aware of the Vietnam war, Watergate, women’s liberation, Woodstock (1969, so, close enough), social protests and civil rights activism – those ground-breaking and country-changing events had little impact in my little world. No, my thoughts were on Ali and Frazier, Evel Knievel, my Easy Bake Oven, the Brady Bunch and Partridge Family and my prized ABA basketball (the thoughts of an adolescent girl destined to be an athlete and sports writer).
It’s one of the regrets I have – while a minor one. But I wish I had paid attention during those years to the struggles, to the political activism, and how people responded, fought against, and came together in regard to societal upheavals.
Think about it. The 1970s was truly a remarkable decade. The Beatles break up, Watergate; Richard Nixon resigns; Apollo 13 moon mission; the voting age is lowered to 18; “Jaws” hits the
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