IV.The Student Protest MovementA. The Baby Boom Generation

1. by 1964, there were more college studentsthan ever before2. many want to break away from the conservative 1950’s

“THE TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGIN’” by Bob Dylan 1963

Come Senators, Congressmen, please heed the callDon’t stand in the doorway don’t lock up the hall

For he that gets hurt, for he that gets stalledThere’s a battle outside and its ragin’

It’ll soon shake your windowsAnd rattle your walls . . .

For the times they are a changin’Come mothers and fathers throughout the landAnd don’t criticize what you can’t understand

Your sons and daughters are beyond your command

Your old road is rapidly agingPlease out of the way if you can’t lend a hand

For the times they are a changin’

PROPHETIC?

B. Protests Grow 1) 1968 – over 200 major demonstrations at colleges

a) resisting the draftb) frustration w/LBJ

2) 1969 – over 50% of Americans oppose V war 3) 1969 – 250,000 protesters gather in Wash DC a) majority of protesters = college students 4) How did these protests affect the troops?

“FORTUNATE SON” by Credence Clearwater RevivalSome folks are born made to wave the flag,

ooh, they're red, white and blue.And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",

oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,It ain't me, it ain't me,

I ain't no senator's son,It ain't me, it ain't me,

I ain't no fortunate one, no,Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,

Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.But when the taxman come to the door,

Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes,It ain't me, it ain't me,

I ain't no millionaire's son.It ain't me, it ain't me,

I ain't no fortunate one, no.Yeah, some folks inherit star spangled eyes,

ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,And when you ask them, how much should we give,

oh, they only answer, more, more, more,It ain't me, it ain't me,I ain't no military son,It ain't me, it ain't me,

I ain't no fortunate one,It ain't me, it ain't me,

I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,

“FOR WHAT ITS WORTH” by Buffalo SpringfieldThere's somethin' happenin' here.

What it is ain't exactly clear.There's a man with a gun over there

A-tellin' me I've got to beware.

Refrain: I think it's time we stop.Children, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's goin' down.

There's battle lines bein' drawn.Nobody's right if everybody's wrong.Young people speakin' their minds

A-gettin' so much resistance from behind.What a field day for the heat.

A thousand people in the streetSingin' songs and a-carryin' signsMostly sayin' hooray for our side.

Paranoia strikes deep.Into your life it will creep.

It starts when you're always afraid.Step out of line, the men come and take you away.

You better stop.Hey, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's goin'..You better stop…..

“BLOWIN’ IN THE WIND” sung by Joan Baez, written by Bob DylanHow many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a man? Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand? Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannon balls flyBefore they’re forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

How many years can a mountain existBefore it’s washed to the sea? Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people existBefore they’re allowed to be free? Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head,Pretending he just doesn’t see? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

How many times must a man look upBefore he can see the sky? Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man haveBefore he can hear people cry? Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knowsThat too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

C. The Counter-Culture Alternative Lifestyle 1) Hippies-- people who rejected cultural

normsa) freer fashions, long hair, beads, headbandsb) many preached “love not war”

2) San Francisco “Haight-Ashbury St.” --hippie center for peace and love3) not all war protesters were hippies andnot all hippies were war protesters

“SAN FRANCISCO” BY SCOTT MCKENZIEIf you’re going to San Francisco

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hairIf you’re going to San Francisco

You’re gonna meet some gentle people thereFor those who come to San Francisco

Summertime will be a love-in thereIn the streets of San Francisco

Gentle people with flowers in their hairAll across the nation,

such a strange vibrationPeople in motion

There’s a whole generation,with a new explanation

People in motion, people in motionFor those who come to San Francisco

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hairIf you come to San Francisco

Summertime will be a love-in thereIf you come to San Francisco

Summertime will be a love-in there

4. Increased drug use to “escape” a) was believed by some that “drugs can free the mind”

b) hallucinogens and other drugs became widespread among youth

c) 1969 - Woodstock Art and Music Festival1) over 300,000+ people attended 2) attendance exceeded expectations 3) police didn’t enforce drug laws4) the festival was mostly “trouble free”

“THE VIETNAM SONG” FROM WOODSTOCK '69By Country Joe and the Fish

Well, come on, all of you big strong men,Uncle Sam needs your help againHe's got himself in a terrible jamWay down yonder in VietnamSo put down your booksAnd pick up a gunWe're gonna have a whole lot of fun!And it's 1, 2, 3,What are we fighting for?Don't ask me, I don't give a damnThe next stop is VietnamAnd it's 5, 6, 7,Open up the pearly gatesWell, there ain't no timeTo wonder whyWhoopee! We're all gonna die!Now come on, Wall Street, don't be slowI'll man this war a go-goThere's plenty of good money to be madeSupplyin' the army with the tools of the tradeJust hope 'n' pray that if they drop the bombThey drop it onto the Viet Cong

And it's 1, 2, 3,What are we fighting for?Don't ask me, I don't give a damnThe next stop is VietnamAnd it's 5, 6, 7,Open up the pearly gatesWell, there ain't no timeTo wonder whyWhoopee! We're all gonna die!Now come on, Generals,Let's move fastYour big chance is here at lastAt night we'll go outAnd get those reds'Cause the only good commy is one that's deadAnd you know that the peace can only comeWhen we blow 'em all to kingdom come!

And it's 1, 2, 3, what are we fighting for?Don't ask me, I don't give a damnThe next stop is VietnamAnd it's 5, 6, 7,Open up the pearly gatesWell, there ain't no time to wonder whyWhoopee! We're all gonna die!And it's 1, 2, 3,What are we fighting for?Don't ask me, I don't give a damnThe next stop is VietnamAnd it's 5, 6, 7,Open up the pearly gatesWell, there ain't no time to wonder whyWhoopee! We're all gonna die!Now come on, mothers, throughout the landPack your boys off to Vietnam!Come on fathers, don't hesitateSend your sons off before it's too late!Be the first one on your blockTo have your boy come home in a box!Alright! it's 1, 2, 3,What are we fighting for?Don't ask me, I don't give a damnThe next stop is VietnamAnd it's 5, 6, 7,Open up the pearly gatesWell, there ain't no time to wonder whyWhoopee! We're all gonna die! Alright!

5. Increased Drug Related Deathsa) Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplinb) Older, conservative Americans are concerned

and begin a “conservative backlash against the young, immoral behavior.”

c) Has this drug-culture gone too far? d) Are our common morals and values being lost?

“THE NEEDLE AND THE DAMAGE DONE“ by Neil Young

I caught you knockin'at my cellar doorI love you, baby,

can I have some more….Ooh, ooh, the damage done.

I hit the city andI lost my band

I watched the needletake another man

Gone, gone, the damage done.

I sing the songbecause I love the man

I know that someof you don't understand

Milk-bloodto keep from running out.

I've seen the needleand the damage done

A little part of it in everyoneBut every junkie'slike a settin' sun.

“Ohio” performed by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young; written by Neil Young

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,We're finally on our own.

This summer I hear the drumming,Four dead in Ohio.Gotta get down to it

Soldiers are gunning us down“Should have been done long ago.”

What if you knew herAnd found her dead on the groundHow can you run when you know?

Gotta get down to itSoldiers are gunning us down

“Should have been done long ago.”What if you knew her

And found her dead on the groundHow can you run when you know?

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,We're finally on our own.

This summer I hear the drumming,Four dead in Ohio.