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Word: wars (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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There must be a reason I went to Washington. Something must have happened there. It didn't end the war. It probably didn't even affect the war. There are only two things it did to me-it changed the way I look at cops, at least Washington cops, and it changed the way I look at polities and political action. It was an experience; it was action, however futile...

Author: By Thomas P. Southwick, | Title: Marching For Inanity | 11/20/1969 | See Source »

...march was a failure in the sense that it didn't stop the war. Nixon and his cronies expected at least 200,000 marchers before the November 3 speech. The size of the crowd was no surprise and will not affect the course of the war...

Author: By Thomas P. Southwick, | Title: Marching For Inanity | 11/20/1969 | See Source »

...march, however, was more than just an effort to stop the war. It was the first political convention of the subculture. As such, it was an astounding success. It gave one a sense of solidarity and a feeling of belonging; and a sense of overriding futility...

Author: By Thomas P. Southwick, | Title: Marching For Inanity | 11/20/1969 | See Source »

...ancient, magical tower of a Good Wizard, our National Ethos, whose magic has gone bad. Very bad. Until recently, we didn't know how bad; many of us still don't. We went to Isenbard last weekend to protest the Wizard's most evil, most horrible project, the War. But the Wizard has other projects. His magic pervades our souls. Can we do anything...

Author: By Sandy Bonder, | Title: On the Far Side of the Monument | 11/20/1969 | See Source »

...street's dry ground, past each small shop closed for the heat, closed for the honor of the man passing. This little, scorching town, which a day before had seemed pathetic in its wasting chivalry, a scene of immense yet circumscribed desolation irreparably wounded by the humiliation of war, now seemed still more ceaseless as the funeral cortege stepped its measured steps along the street among friends. Each face, as it aligned with the four white horses, was imperceptibly transfigured, lightly brushed with luminous gratitude that the man had passed without discomfort. The procession glided to the comforting music...

Author: By Chris Rochester, | Title: The Concertgoer Ein Deutsches Requiem | 11/19/1969 | See Source »

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