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By November 1963 John Kennedy had been assassinated and Lyndon Johnson had become President. The Vietnam War was omnipresent. I was 16. The draft was on. All the boys I knew then were hyper aware of what was coming for them. ROTC was on every campus. One friend was planning on joining the Merchant Marines, but most I knew weren’t trying to jump out of the gate early and sign up. It wasn’t a declared war and fighting the “Commies” in Vietnam, just because, was a pretty hard sell. On the West coast folks felt that Kennedy had tried to moderate involvement and Johnson was upping the involvement.

I joined the high school Young Republicans. Why? Someone asked me and I was into joining groups. When you moved every two years like I did, it was a smart idea to be a joiner. Plus, I was developing opinions and ideas about what was going on around me. The war was front and center.

I remember one meeting at the school; there may have been more. However, very shortly after that there was an announcement that we were invited to a statewide meet up where we would be choosing representatives.

The meet-up was in Stockton CA. We lived in San Rafael then. Woot! An out of town event for a 16 year old, chaperoned. Four of us, shiny geeky white republicans, plus, an 18 year-old chaperone went.

We got there, I think, during the middle of the day, checked into an event motel and had a very short meeting after which we were dispersed to “caucus”. Our chaperone disappeared. So we went to a few motel rooms to meet each other. In the first room were a few people saying absolutely nothing to each other. Though they suggested we stay, we thought we should look for some actual “caucusing” so we went looking and found: drinking, and next thing, a lot of sex. It seemed like every door we opened folks were writhing on the motel beds.

So, you know, as “Young Republican” representatives, this highly unethical situation left us not knowing what to do next. The four of us decided to go across the street to the bowling alley and go bowling. It was fun; I hadn’t bowled before and none of us were really any good, but we were a good new group together. I remember, it grew strangely quiet in the alley. When we got out of the door we saw it was dark and we started back quickly to see if anyone had shown up for the proscribed motel dinner. Walking out the door, four young Hispanic men confronted us. Stockton had a high Hispanic population even in 1963. Next thing I know, for no apparent reason, one of the locals had hit one of our smallest boys in the nose. I’ll never forget that clot of blood, the size of a softball, in his hand.

Protection mode kicked in and I went into the perpetrators face and confronted him. It was scary because I had no idea what I was going to do. Fortunately, because I think, he was expecting to kick the intruding boys off his turf, and not a girl, he stepped back from me enough that we achieved a kind of stand off. We walked away and took care of our friend. It was a time long ago; no knives or guns were involved.

The next day was the final meeting with a lot of hung over barely speaking representatives who voted in somebody for something. Clearly everything was prearranged and what we had witnessed those two days was “real” Republican politics in action. We left.

I have thought about that event often; how we invaded unknowingly another’s turf in an unfamiliar town, who they must have been and grown into, how we were scolded for leaving the motel, even though we knew it was safer than the motel, how my actions possibly impacted my friends self esteem as being the only one, a girl who stood up, whether the boys were smarter, how we never really talked to each other after that, and what the heck politics was all about anyway?

By 1964 we had moved again, this time to Lake Oswego, OR. I was 17, not yet a voter. Dad was a Republican and Mom was a Democrat. I was not a Republican.

Six months later, in 1964, Hillary Clinton was 17.

http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/showelection.php?year=1964

http://www.factcheck.org/2008/03/hillary-worked-for-goldwater/

 

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From Wapo:

3rd Democratic debate transcript, annotated: Who said what and what it meant – The Washington Post

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From Wapo: 5th Republican debate transcript, annotated: Who said what and what it meant – The Washington Post

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From NYT:undercard debate

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Reblogged from the UN news Centre:

As the United Nations climate change conference (COP21) marked ‘ Day’ with dozens of events happening throughout its sprawling venue in the north-east of Paris, Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon said the purpose of the occasion was to highlight solutions the world “ urgently” needs.

Source: United Nations News Centre – span style=color:#009933COP21:/span UN chief says ‘today is about action by all sectors of society’

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Sept. 10th, 1955, Gunsmoke – Season 7, Episode 34 “The Boys”

Professor: “Yessir, we’re gonna bleed this town white!”

The professor, named Pa, heads a family of grifters and robs a stage dressed as Indians, killing and maiming the riders. Then they talk the Dodge town folks into hunting the “Indians” for pay.

Banker Hank Green:-“We gotta do something to protect ourselves from those Indians……”

The grifters go out and kill three innocent Indians. “Just like shootin’ fish in a barrel”….

Hank Green: “Well Marshall, it looks like our Indian troubles are over. …”

Hank Green: “Ain’t no such thing as an innocent Indian. …”

Matt Dillion: “That stage wasn’t held up with bows and arrows. Do you see what these men have done? They have gone out and murdered three innocent Indians.”

Hank Green: “There ain’t no law against killin’ Indians….”

Matt Dillion: “Those are men-I don’t what color they are and they’ve been murdered. That’s the dirtiest money you men will ever earn…”

 

There were a lot of messages early media taught us. In September 1955, segregation was still in effect, yet by December Rosa Parks had been arrested, and the Montgomery Bus Boycott was beginning. Termination of Tribal and Sovereignty rights had been underway since 1953. In doing so, Congress attempted yet another land grab from Native Americans.

Yet here was Matt Dillion, by all accounts a great upstanding mythical American hero, speaking from his heart for three Non-Christian men of color.  I say from his heart, because, as Hank Green indicated, it wasn’t illegal to shoot them, then, in Gunsmoke land.

Don’t give me any simplistic crap about “Old Yeller”. You gotta wonder about the metaphor of rabid behavior that someone like Ted Nugent presents when he invokes that yellow hound. It appears he got stuck on Disney level and his parents didn’t let him stay up for the  westerns. It’s unfortunate ’cause he is still having tantrums. Maybe that usurped western hat he wears hides tears and teenage angst.

And what about WND? are they trying to win back their spot on SPLC’s hate map in Oregon or what?

http://ignitebrasil.net/index.php/series/14626-gunsmoke/seasons/7/episodes/34

 

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