Our parents hated it and so we just grew our hair even longer.
Now we baby boomers are turning 70 and looking back with nostalgia at the energy of those days. It was, in essence, a spiritual revolution. One could write a book! Oh wow, thank you Betty! Thanks CeCe, please feel free to use my poem for your project. Not sure what other info I can give you — it was such a long time ago. Instead it became degenerative to the times. Best wishes on your presentation — hope that helps somewhat. Still very relevant today Betty — sadly I guess. Thanks for reading this, Ash. Thank you again for stopping by. Love the poetry as well as the banter between you and others…I remember so well sitting on the lawn at San Jose State while William Kuntsler spoke and pioneered our First Amendment rights…Haight Ashbury during those years, Berkeley and so much more…Thanks so much for sharing your poetry as well as your insights Betty.
I am just starting to post on here as well as Facebook because I deleted everything recently and have to rebuild… Bipolar thing …Anyway, thanks again! I will read and appreciate your work.! Thanks very much for your kind words and for your sharing your memories. What a remarkable time that was! You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Twitter account. They were freshmen in the university.
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They were to be married the next week, but not in the kind of wedding of which they had dreamed. They had planned that would come three years from now, following graduation. Now they found themselves in a situation both regretted and for which neither was prepared. Shattered were their dreams of schooling, the years of preparation they knew each needed for the competitive world that lay ahead. Rather, they would now have to establish a home, he to become the breadwinner at the best figure his meager skills could command.
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They spoke of a thousand thoughts that had crossed their minds in the fearful days and the anxious nights of the past few weeks. Should she seek an abortion? The temptation was there in the frightening contemplation of the ordeal that lay ahead. No, never, she had concluded. Life is sacred under any circumstance.
How could she ever live with herself if she took measures to destroy the gift of life even under these conditions? Perhaps she could go to some place where she was not known, and he could go on with his schooling. The child could be placed for adoption. There were excellent organizations that could assist in such a program, and there were good families anxious for children. But they had dismissed that thought. He would never leave her to face her trial alone.
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He was responsible, and he would meet that responsibility even though it blighted the future of which he had dreamed. I admired his courage, his determination to make the best of a difficult situation; but my heart ached as I watched them, bereft and sobbing. They had been told of freedom, that evil was only a thing of the mind. But they found they had lost their freedom. Nor did they know peace.
They had bartered their peace and their freedom-the freedom to marry when they chose to marry, the freedom to secure the education of which they had dreamed, and, more importantly, the peace of self-respect. My young friend in the airport might have countered my story by saying that they were not smart.
Had they been wise to the things available to them, they would not have found themselves in this sorry situation. I should have replied that their situation is far from unique and that it is daily growing more acute. In there were , births to unwed schoolgirls in the United States alone, with an average annual increase of 12, Reader's Digest, September , p. Can there be peace in the heart of any man, can there be freedom in the life of one who has left only misery as the bitter fruit of his indulgence? Can anything be more false or dishonest than gratification of passion without acceptance of responsibility?
I have seen in Korea the tragic aftermath of war in the thousands of orphans born of Korean mothers and soldier fathers. They have been abandoned, creatures of sorrow, unwanted, the flotsam of a miserable tide of immorality. It is so in Vietnam. Tens of thousands of such, according to reports. There can be neither for him who has wantonly indulged nor for those left as the innocent and tragic victims of his lust.
Men are prone to gloat over their immoral conquests. What a cheap and sullied victory. There is no conquest in such. It is only self-deception and a miserable fraud. The only conquest that brings satisfaction is the conquest of self. It was said of old that "he that governeth himself is greater than he that taketh a city.
Are not the words of Tennyson still appropriate: You expect me to speak in this fashion. But listen to the conclusion of renowned historians Will and Ariel Durrant. Their language may sound a little indelicate for an occasion like this, but my young friends will understand it. Out of the vast experience of writing a thousand years of history, Dr.
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A youth boiling with hormones will wonder why he should not give full freedom to his sexual desires; and if he is unchecked by custom, morals, or laws, he may ruin his life before he matures sufficiently to understand that sex is a river of fire that must be banked and cooled by a hundred restraints if it is not to consume in chaos both the individual and the group. Self-discipline was never easy. I do not doubt that it is more difficult today. We live in a sex-saturated world. A wise writer has observed that "a new religion is emerging throughout the world, a religion in which the body is the supreme object of worship to the exclusion of all other aspects of existence.
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It reaches beyond this into the realm of sadistic perversion. As one seasoned New York critic remarked, "Its not only the nudity; it's the crudity. Can there be any reasonable doubt that in sowing the wind of pornography, we are reaping the whirlwind of decay? We need to read more history. Nations and civilizations have flowered, then died, poisoned by their own moral sickness. As one commentator has remarked, Rome perished when the Goths poured over its walls.
But it was "not that the walls were low. It was that Rome itself was low. No nation, no civilization can long endure without strength in the homes of its people.