{"id":27754,"date":"2020-06-17T07:51:01","date_gmt":"2020-06-17T11:51:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/?p=27754"},"modified":"2020-12-09T16:30:28","modified_gmt":"2020-12-09T21:30:28","slug":"come-the-revolution","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/17\/come-the-revolution\/","title":{"rendered":"COME THE REVOLUTION"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><strong>I told<\/strong><\/span> my dad I couldn\u2019t do pre-med because of the Revolution. How could I do eight years, minimum, of science and medicine during a revolution? My dad did not think I was nuts. (This was 1969.) He believed a revolution was coming, too. He read the papers and <em>Newswee<\/em>k, and followed Cronkite.<\/p>\n<p>In Ann Arbor, the extremely radical Jesse James Gang splintered from the Students for a Democratic Society (SDS). The Jesse James Gang leaders were Diana Oughton, Bill Ayers and Jim Mellon. These\u00a0<em>gedolim<\/em> wore work boots (J.C. Penney), wire rims, and were Hollywood handsome. These leaders were several years older than undergrads like me. These radical kids&#8217; &#8220;maturity&#8221; made them seem a lot more worldly. Seven years older is a big deal when you&#8217;re 19. Wire rims, plus long hair, and you got some looks, at least outside of Ann Arbor. You could get &#8220;hassled.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The leader of the U. of Michigan student government was Marty McLaughlin, who wore Oxford-cloth shirts and was handsome too, but high school-y.\u00a0 (I should have been a fashion writer.) Meanwhile, the Jesse James Gang met in U. buildings and encouraged us to take it to the streets. Protestors threw rocks through store windows and carried NLF flags. An acquaintance, John Gettel, threw a rock through the Ann Arbor Bank. I was next to him. I was always \u201cnext to\u201d\u00a0somebody. I was Zelig, curious about revolution.\u00a0  I was at Kent State the night before. I didn&#8217;t want a revolution &#8212; and still don&#8217;t &#8212; and I knew it wasn&#8217;t going to be televised, so I tried to be there.<\/p>\n<p>A couple years after college I saw Gettel on a street corner in Cleveland, passing out leaflets for Lyndon LaRouche. Gettel and his girlfriend were in Cleveland on assignment, mingling with the working class. I was on my way to my job managing apartments. I honked, said hi, and got out of there, and went to my job with the working class, who by the way hated the hippies.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><strong>Donald \u201cDucks\u201d<\/strong><\/span> Wirtanen, a Finn from the U.P. and a college acquaintance of mine, got his jaw broken in a fight outside Hill Auditorium. I don\u2019t remember why. I went to Cobo Hall to protest George Wallace. The funny thing, George Wallace was a good speaker, other than he was a racist.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">In 1968 <\/span>the <em>Michigan Daily<\/em> endorsed Hubert Humphrey and was criticized by Morris R., another acquaintance, for not endorsing Eldridge Cleaver of the Peace and Freedom Party.<\/p>\n<p>The revolution was over by the end of 1970. Diana Oughton got blown up in her bomb factory in Greenwich Village. All politics were personal . . . \u201cBut the Man Can\u2019t Bust our Music!\u201d (Columbia Records). Marketing schemes and inner peace. Co-opt me, baby. Ecology was the next big thing. Back to the land. I didn\u2019t do very well in Organic Chemistry. I blame it on the Revolution.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I told my dad I couldn\u2019t do pre-med because of the Revolution. How could I do eight years, minimum, of science and medicine during a revolution? My dad did not think I was nuts. (This was 1969.) He believed a revolution was coming, too. He read the papers and Newsweek, and followed Cronkite. In Ann [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27754","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-coming-of-age"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27754","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27754"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27754\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":27776,"href":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27754\/revisions\/27776"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27754"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27754"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27754"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}