Published: March 1, 1995

Jerry Meandering

Our current generation of students loves to dress up for "Flower Power Day'' on campus; true to their suburban heritage, they capture the "look'' to perfection. But revisionists have succeeded in adumbrating the details of the 1960s for them, softening the focus just as television cameras make our news correspondents appear ageless and wrinkle free. So I found myself trying hard to describe to our 9th graders what it felt like in the late 1960s: not the sanitized, romantic Woodstock version with which they have grown up but the maelstrom of anger and divisiveness and jealousies that...