One cannot understand the sixties without understanding the fifties. The fifties were the worst times as the American youth had excess freedom. Before the fifties, they worked on the family farm from dusk till dawn; slaved in the sweatshops twelve hours a day, six days a week; starved in the depression; and fought, not knowing if they would be alive the next day in World War II and the Korean War. And suddenly came the fifties. First there were the beatniks led by their spiritual leader William S. Burroughs; then the bad boys of rock and roll—Elvis, Johnny Cochran, and Jerry Lee Lewis—prevailed. This excess freedom led to freedom to think, freedom to question, freedom to challenge. In the sixties, the peaceful, nonviolent Civil Rights Movement progressed to the Black Power and the Black Panthers. The Civil Rights Movement was followed by the creeping involvement in Vietnam, first with military advisors, then massive troop deployments to Vietnam resulting in death, violence, destruction, and then…disillusion. And complementing the war, initially, the educational teach-ins led to massive anti-war demonstrations, to the Weathermen busting windows on Michigan Avenue and planting bombs in the Capitol. This all digressed to the “second civil war,” which recently resurfaced with the Iraq War. Many are afraid now it could be progressing to the third civil war. Throughout the book, we follow the characters’ lives from romantic innocence to reality to expressionism. Some fighting in Vietnam, some protesting the war, some marching for civil rights, friendships destroyed and then repaired. Some lives lost, some destroyed, some survived, but all caught up in the hubris characterized by a gross failure of governmental leadership. Those betrayed the most have their names on a black granite wall in Washington, DC.
