TODAY’S WAVE OF PROTESTS WILL
BE AS EPHEMERAL AS THE SIXTIES
At Temple University in the late 1960s, you could always spot a certain guy hanging around the library, dining hall, student center — or leading discussions amid small knots of students out on the quad.
My friends and I weren’t sure if he was a student himself, since he never seemed to attend class. But he was very distinctive looking: older (late thirties – early forties); the requisite Peter-and-Paul goatee; always dressed in the same scruffy-hip clothes (khaki green pants, jean jacket, work boots, beret); never without his mile-worn, leather satchel stuffed with political books and pamphlets.
Rumor had it he was the local Communist Party operative. And I think that scuttlebutt was accurate.