Tag Archives: Frank Bardacke

Notes on Berkeley in the Sixties film

A presentation that accompanied the viewing of the film at Southern Oregon State University in Eugene, Oregon, September 27, 1996, transcribed from the tape. One of the subjects I have been asked to address especially today is the historical split between the New Left and the counter-culture. I would refer you especially to the foootage […]

Chapter Seven, Escalation, Part 2

People’s Park The event that finally convinced me that there were other places on earth besides Berkeley was the battle over People’s Park. By that time, I had had just about all I could take. I was making a conscious effort to pull myself away from the worst of the politics, because I really wanted […]

Chapter Six, Wars and Rumors of Wars, Part 3

The demo that fizzled Whereas most of the VDC events were hugely successful, such as the teach-ins and the marches to Oakland, there were also a number of creative but less spectacular smaller actions and some that failed ridiculously as well. Of the former, Gerard de Groot writes:   The VDC were not bungling anarchists. […]

Talking politics

It is possible to see the roots of  my personal political evolution in my parents’ devotion to the Democratic Party, the labor movement and FDR, and that devotion as directly attributable to their status as poor, rural people during the Great Depression. However, this is an academic kind of truth and has only an intellectual […]

Shades of Gump: leaders I met, sort of

Although I can say I did actually meet several of the principals and “talking heads” in Berkeley in the Sixties, during the sixties, it was definitely in passing and they would never remember it. It was a purely Forrest Gumpian experience each time, except that I’m sure that, unlike Gump, I had no influence on […]

Vietnam Day Committee

[Gerry Berreman’s letter on the VDC is in a separate post under his name. It is a tagging error I don’t know how to fix] Low woman on the totem pole During my limited free time at Berkeley, I hung around a lot in the anthropology students’  break room on the second floor of Kroeber […]