As I listen to the conversation around the Hippie Trails saga, I find myself thinking about infiltrators. The FBI and drug agents, for one thing. Local police, for another. Maybe even the CIA.
When the files were opened, the shock. Or, as one tells it, the unmasking of the one in their circle who kept urging violence while she slept with all of the men – the married ones, especially.
What did you see? Where was your trust misplaced? Were we just paranoid?
Hippies came – and still come – in all varieties. Saturday Hippie is a weekly feature that highlights a counterculture awareness and spirit, including a vision of a harmonious global commonwealth on the horizon. The work and the lessons didn’t end in the ’60s and ’70s. Here’s to the Revolution, near and far.