I remember it in great graphic detail. I lived it. I lived in Chicago. I was on the streets and in the Parks. I remember the blood and gore and the presence of tanks on Columbus Drive in Downtown Chicago, aimed at people who were, for the most part, peaceful, law abiding citizens and Taxpayers. I think I was eighteen years old. I remember the police lines literally pushing people through the plate glass windows at the Conrad Hilton Hotel, and the burning of tear gas in my eyes.

I remember the police riots in Lincoln and Grant Parks. The police were completely out of control. Reporters were beaten and arrested, a rude awakening for many of them. Citizens in peaceful assembly were denied their Constitutional Rights, demonstrators and innocent bystanders were attacked at random. Mayor Richard J. Daley lost his Irish temper, very publicly.
They were among the worst days of my young life. Nobody Won. Everybody lost. The city lost prestige, goodwill, tourism, citizens who fled out of town. The protesters lost their faith in the basic laws that govern our existence as Americans. The police lost honor and dignity. The Mayor lost face.

It chills my heart to remember it. Some people took refuge at my house, blood everywhere. Head wounds bleed a lot! A medic appeared and bound up wounds, gave someone seventeen stitches in his scalp, on my floor. What a brutal introduction to the Democratic process! Now there are people who celebrate it. There was nothing to celebrate! It was a terrible time in our history, The Crazy Years, we thought. The Assassinations started with Medgar Evers, and continued right on through Robert F. Kennedy.

I could stand not remembering it ever again. It was just a sign of what was to come. In our worst nightmares, we could never have imagined presidencies as oppressive as those of Nixon, Ford, Reagon, Bush I, Bush II. Nothing was ever the same again.

The only people who remember those times fondly were Chicago Police marauders, or people too high at the time to know or care what was going on.
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Heh, you ARE the older bro, ya know!! Paulie has been lurking around our parts looking for Big Foot. He has "business" with him.

that before my time.

Bob,
Is Paulie going to post about what he is doing in those Limo's in Denver? Buggs camp and seen about 10 black limo's with Paulie in the lead. What gives?
Cindy

Awful times, yet some of the best of times, too.

Remember those days well. I was living in Remington Ind. We (of course) had to drive up to see what was going on.