◆ SpookStack

kids, they were sick of it, sick of that senile gerentocracy. It's a plastic world out there. Coming down. Go to San Francisco. Wear a flower in your hair. And we tried to take care of them, put up crash pad, free rent, cops busted us, said contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Leave then on the street where they can get mugged and raped. Conflict in values. Went on like that for about a year. Like the Beatles said, 211 you need is love. Then it happened. This was Boston last summer. It's a sunny day on a Boston calm, couples lie on the grass, kids playing Frisbee and catch; one big happy scene, America the beautiful. You can snap and eat Kodachrome in your mind and send it all over the world. Xerox. A young girl with long hair, beads and sandals, winks at you and hands you a leaflet, quote, last Hight on the Boston calm in the dark, pigs, they snashed our beer, and they brought out the dogs, they clubbed and tear- gassed us, and arrested sixty-five. Tonight we assemble again, Don't let the pigs take our park. The streets belong to the people. The girl moves on handing ovt the leaflets in a very selective manner that looks ever so casual; a leaflet to a black couple, one hesitatingly to a Frisbee player, a leaflet and a hug for two long-haired guys, one Playing a flute. About a fourth of the people in the area got leaflets, comrades being gathered for the second American revolution. Wo leaflets for the Torries, The girl had ripped the Kodachrome in two, the eyes blinked and one saw two pictures. Them us, us them, them and then more muskets, redcoats and freedom rides and bells and bluenoses and fuck and naked bodies in the pool and statues moldy and state capitols on the hill and childhood reminiscence where Boston was home. The girl and the two long-haired guys are transformed. They are crisp as addicts, they are kneeling praying in a Birmingham church, when a bomb comes through the window, a heavy voice from behind me smirks up ovt of the leaflet and drawis, hey boy, you people better not start anything tonight. We don't like your kind in Boston. Yes sir, it was coon hunting season all over again. The United States and Mississippi had found themselves another nigger. July 21, 1968. I admit two hundred kids were arrested in that demonstration over a three-day period, charged with idleness. Idleness, Didn't Patrick Henry say something about the pursuit of happiness; I don't know, the pursuit of idleness. “So on and on, three weeks ago in Palm Springs, twenty thousand young people, festival, festival of life, iike we were having in Lincoin Park, hub. They came with helicopters, tear gas, mace and clubbed them and shot three