I caught this old Bob Dylan tune on the radio this week. Seemed like a good pick for a Sunday respite. It brought back memories. Good bad and indifferent.
At the time, our parents were worried about us. The Vietnam war, Lyndon Johnson, the bomb, and other things.
John Kennedy was assassinated. Bobby Kennedy, Martin Luther King. Kent State University when we learned the government in the form of the Ohio National Guard could turn on us, kill us, marching forward with fixed bayonets. A lesson never forgotten, seared white hot in our memory, for those of us who were on college campuses. For those of us who had a friend at Kent State.
My first political tome -The John Birch Society with “None dare call it Treason.” Of course it was tin foil hat material, or so they said. Was it? Were they?
Dylan came up with this tune and said it all, we thought at the time. We as kids were going to take on the world. Fix it.
Now forty years later the world is taking us on. And our kids. Now it is us that need to be the political activists. What happened? Who would have thought it was going to turn out this way?
Yet I would not change the time or place in which I had this life, not even for one nanosecond. I hit life’s jackpot.
I chose Peter Paul and Mary to do the song. I loved them, their folk songs and their concerts. I caught a concert in their early years with thousands of others, and lucky to catch them in the twilight year for Mary with a couple of hundred.
Only fitting that I choose a clip of them in their later years to sing it. Then, Crosby, Stills and Nash – Four Dead in Ohio. Here goes:
Kent State University May 4, 1970. Are we going to go through this again? Four dead, 9 injured.
Four Dead in Ohio –