Oct. 16th, 2007
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Oct. 16th, 2007 07:11 pmI watched Berkley in the Sixties for class tomorrow.
Part of it showed footage of antiwar demonstration efforts to shut down the draft center in Oakley. On the first day they failed, but they were still there. They showed one man telling the men going into the center, "You don't have to go. You don't have to go. You don't have to go." One man in the line soon enough seized him by the shirt collar. I don't remember what he said, but it was with a vicious snarl. "You don't have to go," he repeated, calmly. The man shoved the other away and stalked on into the draft office, and the other stayed there and continued to say, "You don't have to go." As long as I live I don't know if I'll ever forget the look in the antiwar protestor's eyes when the other guy took him by the shirt front and snarled at him.
It was love.
Part of it showed footage of antiwar demonstration efforts to shut down the draft center in Oakley. On the first day they failed, but they were still there. They showed one man telling the men going into the center, "You don't have to go. You don't have to go. You don't have to go." One man in the line soon enough seized him by the shirt collar. I don't remember what he said, but it was with a vicious snarl. "You don't have to go," he repeated, calmly. The man shoved the other away and stalked on into the draft office, and the other stayed there and continued to say, "You don't have to go." As long as I live I don't know if I'll ever forget the look in the antiwar protestor's eyes when the other guy took him by the shirt front and snarled at him.
It was love.