Why Should I Care?
Written by Chanté Mouton Kinyon
I grew up in a house where everything was about the 1960s. “In the '60s we did this.” “In the '60s we partied and protested and changed the world.” “Berkeley was the place to be, in the '60s.” Yes, compounding this nostalgic view of a bygone era was the fact that I lived in the Bay Area. Saturdays my mom and I would walk up and down Telegraph Avenue, and I would be inundated with stories of what happened twenty years prior at that very spot. “Man, there would be people smoking joints right here. If the cops rolled by, they would just point at the joint. The smoker would put the joint on the ground, and as soon as the cops moved on, that joint would be back in someone’s hand.”