This is the third chapter of my saga and I still haven’t left the 1970s. That was when a plethora (not a word I use often) of world events, societal upheavals, and personal experiences coalesced into a single irresistible force, urging me inexorably leftward. (Note: most of the sentences that follow will be simpler and far less pretentious. )
The social revolution of the 60s, the Vietnam War protests, and the Watergate scandal made challenging authority a generational imperative. A lonely and isolated rural childhood aligned my views and passions with those of the nascent environmental movement. (Al Gore wasn’t around then to claim authorship or we’d have had a lot more press.)
The final catalyzing event would close the door to conservatism behind me forever. My 10th Grade Social Studies teacher, whom I shall refer to only as Mr. G, introduced me, quite unwittingly, to the magic of Marxism.
