It was a year of revolutionariesor would-be revolutionaries. Students and militants, black and white, neophyte radicals and New Leftists raised fists and hurled stones at the old order. The system must be destroyed; the Establishment must be laid low. Obscenities mingled with tear gas in Chicago. Black Panthers roamed the streets of Oakland. With a sense of deja-vuof old, familiar furniture being dusted offbarricades once again surrounded the University of Paris. There were no programs, or few of them, for the future; there was only rage against the present. If the rage was...
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