I admit it – I’m an unrepentant child of the ’60s. I was just 14 when I began working with local civil rights groups in 1966. In short order, I became deeply involved in the antiwar movement, student rights, and the struggle to lower the voting age to match the draft age. In college, I continued my activism against the war, organizing sit-ins, teach-ins, and getting arrested for peacefully blocking a local military recruiting center.
But what made my activism a permanent part of my life...
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