I spent last weekend in a gated community in Cotacachi, something I have not done previously. I kind of felt as though I was in prison, easy access denied unless you have a key. I wonder at the necessity of such places, more common worldwide than makes me comfortable. Even in our so called free country, there are many neighbourhoods such as this in our cities, the need for increased security becoming far too common. Looking around me I understood this is the exact way of life Che Guevara had fought against, giving his life for the struggle.

Living in Prince Albert, Saskatchewan many years ago opened my eyes to the direction we were heading as a society. Patrick, my ex-husband had a job with a security firm, selling alarm systems. The company got some kind of best business award a few years in a row, not necessarily because it was a great company, but because alarm systems were in huge demand, meaning they were at the time very successful, so very beneficial for the community. Having intimate knowledge of what was happening from listening to the stories told while at clients homes, inspired the need for us to also purchase an alarm system. I hated it, the need for it bothered me a great deal, it’s very presence insuring an element of fear. I could remember a time when I often forgot to lock the door, concern for my safety not something I thought of. And this was in the city of Calgary, Alberta, not a small town where concern over crime is usually less of an issue. However, times change, people and their needs change as well.

The things we learned while he was doing that job were unsettling to say the least, but we also had several experiences where young natives tried to break into our home, during the day while we were there. I had also witnessed a break-in across the street from our home which happened around 11:00 am. The young boy who lived there surprised the thief when he opened the front door, as he arrived home for his lunch break. This was the first indication there was a problem for me.The police arrived at pretty much the same moment as several young kids in addition to this one surprising our neighbor, came running out of the houses they had broke into. I was relieved to see the police cars driving down the street, my entrance into the drama unfolding, timed to bear witness just as all the excitement was coming to an end. Our neighbors boy was fortunate also that he arrived as the thief was on his way out the door, so he was not hurt.

Of course those who choose to steal for a living become ingenious at beating the systems designed to keep them out. So just as you believed the whole city had a security system, and you would be out of job, you found yourself doing another circuit selling upgrades to those systems. Not too difficult to imagine gated communities being the next logical step then.

When we moved to Prince Albert, I believed it to be a safe and beautiful city, not knowing anything about it. For the most part I would say it was indeed quite safe as far as cities go. I walked everywhere at any time of day, never worrying about my safety. However the last year we were there, I no longer felt that sense of security walking from downtown to our home even in the middle of the day. One afternoon as I walked home I found myself being followed by a young boy who could not have been more than 14 years old. I turned to confront him several times, asking him how I could help him before he finally left me alone, never answering me. But I understood my backpack was the prize he was after, it was very common practice at the time to steal purses and packs. It seemed the atmosphere of the whole city was changing, the tension from so many break-ins, assaults and murders weighing on us as a family. The last straw was learning about a woman killed only a block and a half from our home, her body left under the bridge in the early morning hours. Reminiscent of the many crime shows available on tv, those ones with stories you think could never happen to you, reminded us of the feelings we both shared of being happier when living in smaller towns. We decided it was time to move on. I have not had a security system since and hope to never feel the necessity of one again.

It seems to me if we wanted to create a society which had was less crime, perhaps we should have taken a left turn at Albuquerque. Meaning, we would have been smart to make decisions that did not discriminate, isolate, ostracize or judge the greater population based on our own insecurities or fears. If the playing field was more level, you just have to ask yourself would we be subjected to so much crime. The need for theft would be greatly reduced if the majority had decent housing, decent income, a lower cost of living, in turn reducing competition over who has what. Is it that there is just too much of a gap between those who have and those who don’t? The bigger that gap gets, the more violent our society seems to get. Of course we cannot place the blame solely on this issue, but gated communities is the topic. Still I wonder if we would be more satisfied in our lives if having more did not represent being better, being superior. The tv series/movies “Star Trek” comes to mind, a civilization elevated to having a sense of purpose rather than being the person on the block with the most toys, the biggest house and the most expensive car. How much do we have to lose in the big picture in order to get to that stage?

Part of a speech given by Bobby Kennedy: “This is a generous and compassionate country. That’s what I want this country to stand for, not violence, not lawlessness, not disorder, but compassion and love and peace”……

The partial speech mentioned above is in this clip, the song “Blowing in the Wind” written by Bob Dylan was a favorite song he asked Bobby Darin, his friend to sing for him when they were together…..
More relevant today perhaps even than it was back then…..

After seeing the movie “Bobby”, , I cannot help but wonder what things would be like today had he not been killed. Watching him stand in front of his audience, unable to speak because the standing ovation and the overwhelming applause carried on, for what seemed like an eternity. He was a man who had the love of the people, his speeches full of hope for a better world.

Both Bobby Darin and Bob Dylan wrote songs referring to the war in Vietnam, the desire for peace, the need for acceptance of all, prevalent in their lyrics. Where would we be today had we not taken such an awful turn towards violence and hatred, which has escalated over the last few years. The great men of the ‘60’s gunned down was of benefit for some, but certainly not for the many. Therefore it was inevitable we would find ourselves living in small gated communities, the high walls trimmed with glass shards and a metal gate clanging shut against the threatening world outside. Equality, acceptance, compassion for all men, restricted to those who live the same way. Not the world Bobby Kennedy dreamed of then…….

Of course not everyone thinks this way, my comments are made in general. I feel we must go back to the 60’s, see where we seemed to fall without even realizing it, into a world ruled by deception and greed, so we can begin to make changes for a better future for all. The headlines each day are a constant reminder of a failed society in my opinion, the tragedy of lives lost to violence speaks for itself. Far too many are struggling to survive in this world and I wonder when we will wake up and see the need for change. Is there one leader in the world today who invokes such a committed response of love as the Kennedy’s or Martin Luther King did? Will we ever see that degree of compassion in a leader speaking for the people again?

Simple Song of Freedom

Bobby Darin

Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you’ve never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don’t want a war.
Hey, there, mister black man, can you hear me?  
I don’t want your diamonds or your game
I just want to be someone known to you as me
And I will bet my life you want the same.
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you’ve never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don’t want a war. 
Seven hundred million are ya list’nin’?
Most of what you read is made of lies
But, speakin’ one to one ain’t it everybody’s sun
To wake to in the mornin’ when we rise?
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you’ve never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don’t want a war. 
Brother Solzhenitsyn, are you busy?
If not, won’t you drop this friend a line
Tell me if the man who is plowin’ up your land
Has got the war machine upon his mind?
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you’ve never sung before 
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don’t want a war. 
Now, no doubt some folks enjoy doin’ battle
Like presidents, prime ministers and kings
So, let’s all build them shelves 
Where they can fight among themselves
Leave the people be who love to sing.
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you’ve never sung before
Let it fill the air 
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don’t want a war. 
I say … let it fill the air … 
Tellin’ people everywhere … 
We, the people here, don’t want a war.

Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Bobby DarinSimple Song of Freedom lyrics © Carlin America Inc


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dgpk · August 15, 2019 at 4:41 am

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“I feel we must go back to the 60’s, see where we seemed to fall without even realizing it, into a world ruled by deception and greed, so we can begin to make changes for a better future for all.”
Based on your comment above, of the need to go back to the the  60’ to see where we seemed to fail…..I offer the following email I sent to my family on the 50th anniversary of the end of the  Vietnam War. 
 I was drafted in 1969 as a 19 year old kid from a small Wisconsin town. Although I was totally naive about the war in only took  three months in country to realize that the war was a waste. Meanwhile our government could not even agree on the shape of the peace table in Paris. The insanity of our wars continues to this day.

On Feb 11, 2015, at 12:11 PM, dgpk wrote
Family,
I know nothing about the author of this article below and I have not even been to his website, but I got to tell you that what he says in this article has nailed it. I just felt the need to share with you my personal feeling with you so you will better understand the article based on at least one Vetrans perspective.
For many years I’ve been searching for answers to Vietnam and looking for some justification for what myself and other veterans went through and for what purpose.
The Iraq and Afghanistan war brought back many long set aside emotions about Vietnam that I needed to resolve. I did feel that maybe the lessons of Vietnam would prevent our government from making the same mistake over and over again. Obviously I was wrong! 
A key point I got out of this article was the important contribution that the anti war protesters played in ending the Vietnam war. How many tens of thousand of people’s life’s  were saved by their efforts (thank you Cyn & Tom). So when you celebrate Memorial Day I would like you to think about how many peoples names are not on the Wall in DC because of their efforts. Also, although well intended rather than thanking me for my service, in the future, I would prefer you simply say I’m glad you survived. The real thanks should go to the people who tried and eventually succeeded in stoping the insanity.
One crushing recent event in my life has been the loss of friendship with my child hood friend. We both served with the 1st Div in Vietnam and saw each other many times.  I had to ask myself how could this be. We had always made it a point to at least called each other on our birthdays, Memorial Day and Vetrans Day. Since it’s difficult to contact me in Ecuador I tried to call My friend over several days when I came back to WI for my VA medical exam.  Repeated calls were not answered. He finally called back and said he was under stress and could only talk about his concerns face to face. After pressing him he indicated that he felt I had changed over the last few years. Which I have to admit I have. When My wife and I went on our road trip last year, my friends home was one of the stops. One night we had a long talk that lasted all night about Vietnam and our current wars and philosophy on life. The article below touched on disillusioned soldiers. My friend was one of the original disillusioned soldiers who was actually interviewed by a major news paper reporter while in Vietnam. The article which was carried in our local newspaper with the headline “local soldier disillusioned”and caused a stir in small town USA.
 So what happen between us? I guess in reflecting on this I would say we both have changed, going in different directions.  It appears to me where I looked for justification for service in Vietnam and could find none. My friend looked for justification and bought into what I would now call a rewrite of history. I can’t say I blame him. I certainly never thought it would cause a split between us. I understand the strong need for justification and in his case he suffered more trauma both physically and mentally than I did. That’s probably why  it took me a long time to even go to the VA because I never felt I deserved anything and just tried to get on with my life. 
Moving to Ecuador has help provide a reprieve from the insanity of our government with its ridiculous preemptive wars and policy’s. 
In our peaceful valley I have more time to reflect. Also my wife has encouraged me to start expressing my feelings so I am giving it a shot. Thanks for listening.
 DGPK
Husband,Father, Brother, Uncle
Anti war veteran
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This article originally appeared at TomDispatch.com. 

The 1960s—that extraordinary decade—is celebrating its 50th birthday one year at a time. Happy birthday, 1965! How, though, do you commemorate the Vietnam War, the era’s signature catastrophe? After all, our government prosecuted its brutal and indiscriminate war under false pretexts, long after most citizens objected, and failed to achieve any of its stated objectives. More than 58,000 Americans were killed along with more than 4 million Vietnamese, Laotians, and Cambodians.

So what exactly do we write on the jubilee party invitation? You probably know the answer. We’ve been rehearsing it for decades. You leave out every troubling memory of the war and simply say: “Let’s honor all our military veterans for their service and sacrifice.”

For a little perspective on the 50th anniversary, consider this: we’re now as distant from the 1960s as the young ‪Bob Dylan‬ was from Teddy Roosevelt. For today’s typical college students, the Age of Aquarius is ancient history. Most of their parents weren’t even alive in 1965 when President Lyndon Johnson launched a massive escalation of the Vietnam War, initiating the daily bombing of the entire country, North and South, and an enormous buildup of more than half a million troops.

In the post-Vietnam decades, our culture has buried so much of the history once considered essential to any debate about that most controversial of all American wars that little of substance remains. Still, oddly enough, most of the 180 students who take my Vietnam War class each year arrive deeply curious. They seem to sense that the subject is like a dark family secret that might finally be exposed. All that most of them know is that the Sixties, the war years, were a “time of turmoil.” As for Vietnam, they have few cultural markers or landmarks, which shouldn’t be surprising. Even Hollywood—that powerful shaper of historical memory—stopped making Vietnam movies long ago. Some of my students have stumbled across old films likeApocalypse Now and Platoon, but it’s rare for even one of them to have seen either of the most searing documentaries made during that war, ‪In the Year of the Pig‬ and Hearts and Minds. Such relics of profound antiwar fervor simply disappeared from popular memory along with the antiwar movement itself.

On the other hand, there is an advantage to the fact that students make it to that first class without strong convictions about the war. It means they can be surprised, even shocked, when they learn about the war’s wrenching realities and that’s when real education can begin. For example, many students are stunned to discover that the US government, forever proclaiming its desire to spread democracy, actually blocked Vietnam’s internationally sanctioned reunification election in 1956 because of the near certainty that Vietnamese Communist leader Ho Chi Minh would be the overwhelming winner.

They’re even more astonished to discover the kind of “free-fire zone” bloodshed and mayhem the U.S. military unleashed on the South Vietnamese countryside. Nothing shocks them more, though, than the details of the My Lai massacre, in which American ground troops killed, at close range, more than 500 unarmed, unresisting, South Vietnamese civilians—most of them women, children, and old men—over a four-hour stretch on March 16, 1968. In high school, many students tell me, My Lai is not discussed.

An American Tragedy

Don’t think that young students are the only products of a whitewashed history of the Vietnam War. Many older Americans have also been affected by decades of distortion and revision designed to sanitize an impossibly soiled record. The first step in the cleansing process was to scrub out as much memory as possible and it began even before the US-backed regime in South Vietnam collapsed in 1975. A week before the fall of Saigon, President Gerald Ford was already encouraging citizens to put aside a war that was “finished as far as America is concerned.” A kind of willful amnesia was needed, he suggested, to “regain the sense of pride that existed before Vietnam.”

At that moment, forgetting made all the sense in the world since it seemed unimaginable, even to the president, that Americans would ever find a positive way to remember the war—and little wonder. Except for a few unapologetic former policymakers like Walt Rostow and Henry Kissinger, virtually everyone, whatever their politics, believed that it had been an unmitigated disaster. In 1971, for example, a remarkable 58% of the public told pollsters that they thought the conflict was “immoral,” a word that most Americans had never applied to their country’s wars.

How quickly times change. Jump ahead a decade and Americans had already found an appealing formula for commemorating the war. It turned out to be surprisingly simple: focus on us, not them, and agree that the war was primarily an American tragedy. Stop worrying about the damage Americans had inflicted on Vietnam and focus on what we had done to ourselves. Soon enough, President Ronald Reagan and his followers were claiming that the war had been disastrous mainly because it had weakened an American sense of pride and patriotism, while inhibiting the nation’s desire to project power globally. Under Reagan, “Vietnam” became a rallying cry for both a revived nationalism and militarism.

Though liberals and moderates didn’t buy Reagan’s view that Vietnam had been a “noble” and winnable war, they did generally support a growing belief that would, in the end, successfully supplant lingering antiwar perspectives and focus instead on a process of national “healing.” At the heart of that new creed was the idea that our own veterans were the greatest victims of the war and that their wounds were largely a consequence of their shabby treatment by antiwar protesters upon returning from the battle zone to an unwelcoming home front. Indeed, it became an article of faith that the most shameful aspect of the Vietnam War was the nation’s failure to embrace and honor its returning soldiers.

Of course, there was a truth to the vet-as-victim belief. Vietnam veterans had, in fact, been horribly ill-treated. Their chief abuser, however, was their own government, which first lied to them about the causes and nature of the war, then sent them off to fight for an unpopular, dictatorial regime in a land where they were widely regarded as foreign invaders. Finally, on their return, it failed to provide them with either adequate support or benefits.

And corporate America was also to blame. Employers were reluctant to hire or train them, in many cases scared off by crude 1970s media stereotypes about wacko, drug-addled, and violent vets. Nor did traditional veterans’ organizations like the American Legion or the Veterans of Foreign Wars provide a warm welcome to those coming home from a deeply contested and unpopular war filled with disillusioned soldiers.

The Antiwar Movement Dispatched to the Trash Bin of History

In the 1980s, however, the Americans most saddled with blame for abusing Vietnam veterans were the antiwar activists of the previous era. Forget that, in its later years, the antiwar movement was often led by and filled with antiwar vets. According to a pervasive postwar myth, veterans returning home from Vietnam were commonly accused of being “baby killers” and spat upon by protesters. The spat-upon story—wildly exaggerated, if not entirely invented—helped reinforce the rightward turn in American politics in the post-Vietnam era. It was a way of teaching Americans to “honor” victimized veterans, while dishonoring the millions of Americans who had fervently worked to bring them safely home from war. In this way, the most extraordinary antiwar movement in memory was discredited and dispatched to the trash bin of history.

In the process, something new happened. Americans began to treat those who served the country as heroic by definition, no matter what they had actually done. This phenomenon first appeared in another context entirely. In early 1981, when American diplomats and other personnel were finally released from 444 days of captivity in Iran, the former hostages were given a hero’s welcome for the ages. There was a White House party, ticker-tape parades, the bestowal of season tickets to professional sporting events, you name it. This proved to be where a new definition of “heroism” first took root. Americans had once believed that true heroes took great risks on behalf of noble ideals. Now, they conferred such status on an entire group of people who had simply survived a horrible ordeal.

To do so next with Vietnam veterans, and indeed with every soldier or veteran who followed in their footsteps, seemed like a no-brainer. It was such an easy formula to apply in a new, far more cynical age. You no longer had to believe that the missions American “heroes” fought were noble and just; you could simply agree that anyone who “served America” in whatever capacity automatically deserved acclaim.

By the time the Vietnam Veterans Memorial was opened on Washington’s Mall in 1982, a consensus had grown up around the idea that, whatever you thought about the Vietnam War, all Americans should honor the vets who fought in it, no matter what any of them had done. Memorial planners helped persuade the public that it was possible to “separate the warrior from the war.” As the black granite wall of the Memorial itself so vividly demonstrated, you could honor veterans without commenting on the war in which they had fought. In the years to come, that lesson would be repeated so often that it became a bedrock part of the culture. A classic example was an ad run in 1985 on the tenth anniversary of the war’s end by defense contractor United Technologies:

“Let others use this occasion to explain why we were there, what we accomplished, what went wrong, and who was right. We seek here only to draw attention to those who served… They fought not for territorial gain, or national glory, or personal wealth. They fought only because they were called to serve… whatever acrimony lingers in our consciousness… let us not forget the Vietnam veteran.”

Since the attacks of ‪9/11‬, ritualized support for troops and veterans, more symbolic than substantive, has grown ever more common, replete withyellow ribbons, airport greetings, welcome home ceremonies, memorial highways, honor flights, benefit concerts, and ballgame flyovers. Through it all, politicians, celebrities, and athletes constantly remind us that we’ve never done enough to demonstrate our support.

Perhaps some veterans do find meaning and sustenance in our endless thank-yous, but others find them hollow and demeaning. The noble vet is as reductive a stereotype as the crazy vet, and repeated empty gestures of gratitude foreclose the possibility of real dialogue and debate. “‪Thank you for your service‬” requires nothing of us, while “Please tell me about your service” might, though we could then be in for a disturbing few hours. As two-tour Afghan War veteran Rory Fanning has pointed out, “We use the term hero in part because it makes us feel good and in part because it shuts soldiers up… Thank yous to heroes discourage dissent, which is one reason military bureaucrats feed off the term.”

13 Years’ Worth of Commemorating the Warriors

Although a majority of Americans came to reject the wars in both Afghanistan and Iraq in proportions roughly as high as in the Vietnam era, the present knee-jerk association between military service and “our freedom” inhibits thinking about Washington’s highly militarized policies in the world. And in 2012, with congressional approval and funding, the Pentagon began institutionalizing that Vietnam “thank you” as a multi-year, multi-million-dollar “50th Anniversary Commemoration of the Vietnam War.” It’s a thank-you celebration that is slated to last 13 years until 2025, although the emphasis is on the period from Memorial Day 2015 to Veterans Day 2017.

You won’t be surprised to learn that the Pentagon’s number-one objective is “to thank and honor veterans of the Vietnam War” in “partnership” with more than 10,000 corporations and local groups which are “to sponsor hometown events to honor Vietnam veterans, their families, and those who were prisoners of war and missing in action.” Additional goals include: “to pay tribute to the contributions made on the home front” (presumably not by peace activists) and “to highlight the advances in technology, science, and medicine related to military research conducted during the Vietnam War.” (It’s a little hard to imagine quite what that refers to though an even more effective Agent Orange defoliant or improved cluster bombs come to mind.)

Since the Pentagon realizes that, however hard you try, you can’t entirely “separate the warrior from the war,” it is also seeking “to provide the American public with historically accurate materials and interactive experiences that will help Americans better understand and appreciate the service of our Vietnam veterans and the history of US involvement in the Vietnam War.” However, it turns out that “accuracy” and “appreciation” can both be served only if you carefully scrub that history clean of untoward incidents and exclude all the under-appreciators, including the thousands of American soldiers who became so disgusted with the war that they turned on their officers, avoided or refused combat missions, deserted in record numbers, and created the most vibrant antiwar GI and veterans movement in our history.

The most ambitious of the “educational resources” provided on the Vietnam War Commemoration website is an “interactive timeline.” As other historians have demonstrated, this historical cavalcade has proven to be a masterwork of disproportion, distortion, and omission. For example, it offers just three short sentences on the “killings” at My Lai (the word “massacre” does not appear) and says that the officer who led Charlie Company into the village, Lt. William Calley, was “sentenced to life in prison” without adding that he was paroled by President Richard Nixon after just three-and-a-half years under house arrest.

That desperately inadequate description avoids the most obviously embarrassing question: How could such a thing happen? It is conveniently dropped onto a page that includes lengthy official citations of seven American servicemen who received Medals of Honor. The fact that antiwar Senator Robert Kennedy entered the presidential race on the same day as the My Lai massacre isn’t even mentioned, nor his assassination three months later, nor the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr., just weeks after My Lai, an event that spurred bitter and bloody racial clashes on US military bases throughout South Vietnam and the world.

It should not go unnoticed that the same government that is spending $65 million commemorating the veterans of a once-reviled war has failed to provide sufficient medical care for them. In 2014, news surfaced that the Veterans Administration had left some 100,000 veterans waiting for medical attention and that some VA hospitals sought to cover up their egregious delays. Every day an estimated 22 veterans commit suicide, and among vets of Iraq and Afghanistan the suicide rate, according to one study, is 50% higher than that of their civilian peers.

The Pentagon’s anniversary commemoration has triggered some heated push-back from groups like Veterans for Peace and the Vietnam Peace Commemoration Committee (co-founded by Tom Hayden). Both are planning alternative commemorations designed to include antiwar perspectives once so common but now glaringly absent from popular memory. From such efforts might come the first full public critical reappraisal of the war to challenge four decades of cosmetic makeover.

Unfortunately, in our twenty-first-century American world of permanent war, rehashing Vietnam may strike many as irrelevant or redundant. If so, it’s likely that neither the Pentagon’s commemoration nor the antiwar counter-commemorations will get much notice. Perhaps the most damaging legacy of the post-Vietnam era lies in the way Americans have learned to live in a perpetual “wartime” without war being part of daily consciousness. While public support for Washington’s war policies is feeble at best, few share the Vietnam era faith that they can challenge a war-making machine that seems to have a life of its own.

Last year, US Special Operations forces conducted secret military missions in 133 countries and are on pace to beat that mark in 2015, yet these far-flung commitments go largely unnoticed by the major media and most citizens. We rely on 1% of Americans “to protect our freedoms” in roughly 70% of the world’s countries and at home, and all that is asked of us is that we offer an occasional “thank you for your service” to people we don’t know and whose wars we need not spend precious time thinking about.

From the Vietnam War, the Pentagon and its apologists learned fundamental lessons about how to burnish, bend, and bury the truth. The results have been devastating. The fashioning of a bogus American tragedy from a real Vietnamese one has paved the way for so many more such tragedies, from Afghanistan to Iraq, Pakistan to Yemen, and—if history is any guide—an unknown one still emerging, no doubt from another of those 133 countries.

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One additional reference I would make below is to a speech made by Dr.Martian 
Luther King made in 1967. In this speech he laid out the problem with the Vietnam War and gave a solid recommendation on how to end the war and bring our country to a proper moral path. If only we would of only listened. Unfortunately he was assonated.

On a personal note, if I would of heard MLK speech before I was drafted I would refused to go to Vietnam.
dgpk

MLK: Beyond Vietnam – A Time to Break Silence
https://youtu.be/AJhgXKGldUk

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