I was supposed to be writing my fic for the last six hours, but instead I read about the Manson Family murders.
How the fuck do people do that? But beyond that, how do people call them revolutionaries? How do you justify what happened there, with those people? How do you justify the rants of a man who wanted to cause mass genocide? Who wanted to teach people how to kill?
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... the Sixties ended abruptly on August 9, 1969, ended at the exact moment when word of the murders on Cielo Drive traveled like brushfire through the community[.]" - Joan Didion
And it's true. All it takes is one thing, one defining moment. I had someone tell me once that they were progressive, but they supported slow, gradual change. Moving too fast was bad. But change doesn't happen like that, it doesn't. Change happens now, abruptly. It takes a word or a look or a gunshot and it's over.
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away.
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away.Shit like Kent State, these murders... Vietnam, Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Civil Rights, fuckin'... Defined an era. I don't think people give the Sixties the props they deserve. Worldwide social revolution and now we're back to square one in our little boxes and our materialistic, narrow view of the world. And look at what we have wrought. Our parents fucked it up and left us to deal with it. It's not fucking fair. It's just not fucking fair.
And no one fucking cares anymore. And it makes me so angry. Becuase the Sixties was so unlike anything that came before, and that movement of youth was amazing. And now I look at my fellows and I see that it couldn't happen so long as they all find it so unimportant.
And beyond that, it scares me. By this time in the Vietnam War people were taking to the streets. What have we done for Iraq? Half-hearted gatherings from people trying to relive their youth?
Just, fucking, embrace change, would you? Go out there and stand up for your beliefs.
I'd rather be a hammer than a nail.
Yes I would.