Word: evenements
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Another thing about the cops, which must be true of everyone who was in Washington. They were awed. They had a sense that even though they had the guns. the gas, and the government, they didn't have all the power. In the face of so many people the cops knew that they simply couldn't wield their mechanical powers with the arrogance that characterized the Chicago pigs...
...ignored as you walked past the White House with your tiny candle and yelled out a dead man's name. You couldn't see the mansion because those with the hands on the buttons had switched on lights which blinded your vision as you passed. You couldn't even see the line of candles going up Pennsylvania Avenue. They were too weak...
...rises against the sky without any respect for anyone, defying human perception. Look at it: it is only an image, the stark print of a monolith, pasted on blue paper. Touch it-it is mere granite. It makes no noise, has no odor. Even as you shiver in its shadow, you forget it exists...
...grey and chill. To our bleary eyes, that was only fitting. Yet, as we drove along, our spirits began to pick up; and by the time we reached midtown. we were exulting. The streets were crawling with freaks! Painted cars, beads, all the paraphernalia; smiles, laughter, peace signs, camaraderie. Even the March of Death, staggered and otherwise unimpressive at that hour, was vibrating with our kind of people. As Ferlinghetti might say, the air was alive with love. How could anything go wrong...
...FLOW. Like the October Moratorium in Boston, the next day's march was fluid-not a march, but a flow, with its own inner currents. Unlike the October march, it was joyous. Even some of the policemen were smiling. The sun was shining, the air was crisp. We chanted some, just to let Washington know. And we sang, because we wanted to. Some of my Harvard friends started the refrain of "Alice's Restaurant," and a few other people joined in. Every now and then an enchanting little tune wound its way down the line: "Oh, what a lovely thing...