A random memory surfacing from the ’60s…or maybe not so random, since I was listening to that awesome song “The Shape of Things to Come” from “Wild in the Streets”, the silly cult movie that perfectly captures the paranoia of that decade. I remember sometime around 1968 or so, watching a live news broadcast as Washington, DC police violently dispersed an anti-war protest. One cop had grabbed a young man by his long hair and was dragging him down the stone steps of some big public building, his head whacking against the marble surface of each step, like a sadistic version of the opening scene in “Winnie-the-Pooh”.
And my grandmother’s comment was, “How can they do that to those poor police?”
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