In 1863 the Emancipation Proclamation marked the beginning of the end of slavery. The new air of freedom brought an unintoxicated euphoria. But a century later, freedom was redefined, this time as an absence of responsibility. The new air of license was inhaled and produced an intoxicated forgetfulness of anything that smacked of authoritarian inhibitions or paralyzing parameters.
“Good morning. What we have in mind is breakfast in bed with 400,000.” Who can forget Woodstock 1969? Writing for the Times Herald-Record, Elliot Tiber described the scene: “For four days, the site became a countercultural mini-nation in which minds were open, drugs were all but legal and love was ‘free.’”
What a way to usher out a decade marked by three political assassinations and a bloody, protested war.