We put our boat in the water, and after my grandfather's death, we drove to Spain for Christmas. 2500 kilometers, damn the warranty. I still like to go places.

The fake revolutionaries from 68 turned into fat-cat bureaucrats in Germany fairly quickly, which is why I left in 1980. With the internet and such tools, I can keep up with what happens there now. I've been back to visit quite a few times. The 68 fat cats are even fatter now. The anti-establishment movement has turned into a control freak movement.

I am happy that I left.

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if everything is under control, you are not going fast enough (Mario Andretti)

it's not how fast you go, it's who gets there first

In 1968 I was an idealistic college freshman here in the United States. I protested the Vietnam War and participated in the moratorium. I and others like me really thought we could change the world.

Now I'm an old lady and wars continue to rage across the planet. The U.S. has troops everywhere and all we've done is make matters worse. I look at the headlines and it just makes me sick. I've lost faith in ALL world leaders. I do, however, take comfort in visiting TDG. It fuels my optimism/hope to know that others believe there is something more to this world of ours and it's fun to think about the possibilities of a better future. I'm still pondering the "universal consciousness" thing. If only we could unite and really make it happen!

Wasn't born yet, so you'll have to ask my previous incarnation...
;)

Kind regards,
Greg
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You monkeys only think you're running things

I saw the sixties for what they were, the Left leveraging for power and control with their own children. It was a strategy of communism to try to destroy our nation. Those who got caught up in it were mostly drug taking hippies and their parents the same. Many were involved in selling to the children at that time. Most of them went into the media and began the onslaught that we are experiencing today. It is Bowelmovium Splatus to those who were in law enforcement. My father was a judge and after I grew up I saw the research on the background of this silly age. It is also a method of using people to gain advocates for Liberal ideas which are fascists when one comes right down to it. It has also been found that most are bipolar that participate in this movement which means they are habitual liars and have few qualms at pulling the wool over our eyes. To aggrandize these folks is typical of those who are just like them now. Sorry, I was one of them back then. Thank God I overcame the sickness. Now I am an old man who wishes I had that youth back to actually do something positive rather than go around trying to make the sins of the past into something special. It was so darn wrong. We were brats.

Thanks for the input you guys. Hopefully other Grailers will come to share their personal stories of '68.

For my part, I didn't experience such times, but my parents did, sort of. Before the massacre of Tlaltelolco on Oct 2nd 1968, the army had occupied the buildings of the National University, and the University's Dean called for a march which was called "La Marcha del Silencio" (the march of silence). Everyone who attended tried to be completely silent, there were no chants, no yells, no curses, only thousands of people marching down Paseo de la Reforma to protest the repression of the government. My dad told me once that he joined the march for a while, and then he returned to work—he was no longer a student, but the National University was his alma mater.

Once I asked my dad why he and the men and women of his generation did nothing to protest the deaths of all the men, women & children killed by the government so Mexico could have the Olimpic games "in peace" (I was in my teenager "rebel" years). He didn't know what to respond me, although I suppose the answer lies in the way my father was brought up. He was educated to think the biggest responsibility a man has is first and foremost towards his family, and although I do not want to challenge that idea, I sometimes wonder if that is enough.

The blood that stained the floor of Tlaltelolco square was from someone's son or daughter; and wasn't there someone who once said "All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing"?

You have to understand also that for the longest time the events of 68 were tried to be suppressed by the government. There were no documentaries and very few books dealt with the subject. But then a movie appeared in 1989, "Rojo Amanecer" (Red Dawn), that caused a lot of impact among my generation that was just about to enter the age of political exercise, and I do believe that movie inffluenced the changes that were experienced later, including the defeat of the official party.

Of course, the massacre also brought other problems. After that, no government has been willing to be labeled as repressive by sending the police force to stop riots or marches conducted by workers' unions or other groups, even if they end up attacking the rights of the other citizens, like when they block the main streets of the city and create traffic jams that last hours. But nobody said democracy was gonna be easy, eventhough the tempation of having a "benevolent dictatorship" is too great sometimes.
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It's not the depth of the rabbit hole that bugs me...
It's all the rabbit SH*T you stumble over on your way down!!!

Red Pill Junkie

No earth-shattering political protests, no marching, no drugs - all pretty boring really!

I spent 50% of my time looking after the needs of an active one-year old, 50% of my time running a fairly large caravan park single-handedly, and the remaining 50% of my time running a home and garden with all its attendant work, also doing our business accounts and those of a friend. In my leisure time I read books as we had no TV in our rural area.

Like I said, pretty boring - but you did ask!

Regards, Kathrinn

P.S. Yes, I know 3 x 50% = 150%: sometimes it felt like more!!