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2nd Period
Wednesday May 22nd
1. Makiyah Barnett- Black Lives Matter
2. Aidan Browne- Operation Enduring Freedom
3. Valerie Cabada- Climate Change
​4. Taylor McCall- Vaccinations
​

Friday May 24th
5. Justin Chung- Monsanto/GMO
6. Anthony Howard- America's Prison Epidemic
7. Kenna Spear- Hurricane Katrina
8. Leyna Hoang- ICE Separation Policy
9. Monica Geier- Fall of Berlin Wall/Collapse S.U
10. America Murillo- NFL Controversy
11. Kaylee Costello- Marijuana Legalization
12. Lilly Larson- Columbine/Parkland
13. Celine Mendoza- Three Mile Island 
​14. Madi Thompson- Same Sex Marriage


Tuesday May 28th

15. Adam Pazcoguin- History of Game-shows
16. Isiah Mungia- 2008 Presidential Election
17. Grant Goerlinger- Mitchell Report
18. Sebastian Morales- Emergence of Internet

19. Ebube Ojinmah- SDI/Reaganomics
20. Miles Bennett- War on Drugs
21. Anthony Castillo- OKC Bombings
22. Bowdrie Moore- Hurricane Harvey


Wednesday May 29th
23. Jade Randolph- Sex Trafficking 
24. Dylan Wallace- OIF- Rise of Isis
​25. Manny Robledo- NCAA-Should athletes get $

​​26. Jessica Njoku- Miracle on Ice
27. Natalie Callahan- September 11th


Friday May 31st
28. Delia Valdovinos- Impeachment of Clinton
29. Noemi Castaneda- OPEC​

30. Kaia Catron- Opioid Epidemic
31. Kylie Shaat- New Economy Impact
32. Alexis Espinoza- Animal Rights/Veganism
​33. Gurinder Sethi- 92 LA Riots
34. Daniel Taylor- Obamacare
35. Alani Reyes- Women's Marches/ #s
36. Daniel Gonzalez- E-Gaming
​37. Vikram Makker- Gulf War
4th Period
​Wednesday May 22nd
1. Caela Martinez- Marijuana Legalization
2. Daniella Chacon- ICE Separation Policy
3. Sam Blair- September 11th
4.  Kayla McCord- Vaccinations


Friday May 24th
5. Kevin Trevino- E-Gaming
6. Sarah Paiva- Same Sex Marriage
7. Maryann Rivera- DACA/Amnesty
8. Cody Hernandez- War on Drugs
9. Joe Garcia- Animal Rights/Veganism
10. Porter Pitman- New Economy Impact
11. Brian King - Cyber Security/Warfare
12. Omar Roman- 92 LA Riots
13. Jadyn Berner- America's Prison Epidemic

​14. Savanna Stout- Kent State Shootings

Tuesday May 28th
15. Priscilla Figueroa- Black Lives Matter
16. Alex Chavez- 2016 Hacking/Mueller Report
17. Blake Nash- Hurricane Katrina
18. Dylan Gregory- Climate Change
19. Kayla Rho- 2008 Election
20. Bianca Olivares- Aids Outbreak
21. Aaron Mendez- Miracle on Ice
22. Russell Ruiz- Killing of Osama Bin Laden


Wednesday May 29th
23. Amie Nguyen- END of Vietnam War
24. Griffin Johnson- Iranian Hostage Crisis
​25. Cameron Ambrose- Hurricane Harvey+
​
26. Kyra Myers- The First Earth Day

Friday May 31st
27. Jarred King- Columbine/Parkland Shootings
28. Ivan Flores- NFL Controveries
29. Fatima Salinas- Monsanto/GMO
30. Natalie Burr- Thee Mile Island + Chernobyl
31. Colleen Catapang- 1980 Olympic Boycott
32. Victoria Chavez- Roe v Wade /Abortions today
​33. Yesenia Collado- Exxon Valdez/Deepwater Horizon Oil Spills
6th Period
​​Wednesday May 22nd
1. Sarah Peters- 92 LA Riots
2. Katie Riffel- Same Sex Marriage 
3. Tate Miller- Columbine/Parkland Shootings
4. Alex Lopez- The War on Drugs


​​Friday May 24th
5. Bella Bustamante- Vaccinations
6. Mateo Fernandez- the END of Vietnam War
7. Jacob Wissa- Reaganomics
8. Yasmeen Bokhari- Animal Rights/Veganism
9. Chris Castellon- America's Prison Epidemic
10. Ernie Hermosillo- Marijuana Legalization
11. Kalvin Carlson- Iranian Hostage Crisis
12. Carson Chubbuck- Aging Boomers 
13. Amy Garcia- Monsanto/GMO
​14. Bradley Grace- Cyber Security


Tuesday May 28th
15. Issac Gomez- Climate Change
16. Kevin Juan- Persian Gulf War
17. Victoria Vang- The First Earth Day
18. Andrew Tamengkel- Opioid Epidemic
19. Hayden Palma- September 11th
20. DJ Neely- Mircale on Ice
21. Aaron Howard- 2008 Presidential Election
22. Devin Jacquette- Killing of Osama Bin Laden


Wednesday May 29th
23. Eddie Osuna- Pixar's Impact + Disney
24. Alyssa Burgo- ICE Separation Policy
​25. Tristan Tran- Aids Outbreak
​26. Justin Harris- Automation/UBI
​

Friday May 31st
27. Janelle Mejia- Women's Marches #MeToo #
28. Tony Chavez- 1980 Olympic Boycott
29. Lorenzo Valdez- Hurricane Katrina
30. Randy Chen- Three Mile Island Disaster
31. Sophia Pham- Emergence of Internet
32. Ryan Allen- NFL Controversies
​33. William Okpala- Op. Iraqi Freedom/ ISIS
​34. Franchot Meadows- Hurricane Harvey +
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UNIT 9 NAVIGATION PAGE 

UNIT 9 OUTLINE

Tuesday May 7th
Assign Final Projects
Finish Forrest Gump
​​Begin Vietnam Lecture 9.1

Wednesday May 8th
Continue Vietnam Lecture 9.1

Friday May 10th
​Chapter 17 Reading Quiz ​
Finish 9.1 Vietnam Lecture
Project Time

Tuesday May 14th
9.2 Social Upheaval

Wednesday May 15th
AP Psych Presentation
​Finish 9.2 Social Upheaval, Project time
​
Friday May 17th
Protest Music Assignment
Jeopardy
Last day for making up Reading Quizzes
Continue working on Projects

Tuesday May 21st
Unit 9 Exam
Return Textbooks:
2nd pd: 9:25-9:35 am
4th pd: 12:25-12:35 pm
​6th pd: 2:30-2:40 pm

Wednesday May 22nd
Volunteer Presentations
Project Time

Friday May 24th
Begin Presentations
​
Monday May 27th
NO SCHOOL MEMORIAL DAY

Tuesday May 28th 
Common Day
Continue Presentations

Wednesday May 29th
Continue Presentations

Friday May 31st
Finish Presentations
Finals Week

Monday June 3
Finals 0,1,4
​Bathroom passes due

​Tuesday June 4th
Finals 2, 5
​Bathroom passes due
Graduation 6/4
​​
Wednesday June 5th
Finals 3,6
​Bathroom passes due

Lectures

9.1 Vietnam
9.2 Social Upheaval
9.1 GLN
9.2 GLN

Bring your textbook

Chapter 17 The Vietnam War (768-800) 25 Q's
​Chapter 17 Reading Quiz [May 10th]

UNIT 9 HOMEWORK PACKET

Unit 9 Quicksheet
Unit 9 Coversheet
Protest Music Assignment NOT LINKED- In class only

Edward Snowden Article

Final Project Submission zone

Final Project Guidelines
Period 2
Period 4
Period 6
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Extra Credit women's Interview
​Video Project

EC Women's Interview
Transgender Athletes

Songs of Protest

"I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die Rag"

Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Now you can go out and get those reds
'Cause the only good commie is the one that's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Come on Wall Street, don't be slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,
But just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, and don't hesitate
To send your sons off before it's too late.
And you can be the first ones in your block
To have your boy come home in a box.

And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
OVER THERE
Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun, Take it on the run,
on the run, on the run; Hear them calling you and me;
Every son of liberty. Hurry right away, no delay, go today,
Make your daddy glad, to have had such a lad,

Tell your sweetheart not to pine,
To be proud her boy's in line.

Chorus:
Over there, over there, Send the word, send the word over there, That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming,
The drums rum-tumming everywhere.
So prepare, say a prayer, Send the word, send the word to beware,
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back till it's over over there.
Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun,
Johnnie show the Hun, you're a son-of-a-gun,
Hoist the flag and let her fly, Like true heroes do or die.
Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit,
Soldiers to the ranks from the towns and the tanks,
Make your mother proud of you, And to liberty be true.
​
SOURCE: Cohan, George M. "Over There." New York: Leo Feist, 1917.

Pro-War Songs

SSGT. BARRY SADLER
"The Ballad Of The Green Berets"
(SSgt. Barry Sadler and Robin Moore)Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret

Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the Green Berets

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret

Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his last request

Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee;
We don't take no trips on LSD
We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street;
We like livin' right, and bein' free.

I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all

We don't make a party out of lovin';
We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo;
We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy,
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do.

And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all.

Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear;
Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen.
Football's still the roughest thing on campus,
And the kids here still respect the college dean.

We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA.
HELLO VIETNAM
Kiss me goodbye and write me while I'm gone
Goodbye my sweetheart, Hello Vietnam.

America has heard the bugle call And you know it involves us one and all I don't suppose that war will ever end There's fighting that will break us up again Goodbye my darling, Hello Vietnam A hill to take a battle to be won

Kiss me goodbye and write me while I'm gone
Goodbye my sweetheart, Hello Vietnam.

A ship is waiting for us at the dock America has trouble to be stopped We must stop communism in that land Or freedom will start slipping through our hands Goodbye my darling...

I hope and pray someday the world will learn That fires we don't
put out will bigger burn We must save freedom now at any cost Or
someday our own freedom will be lost

Kiss me goodbye and write me while I'm gone
Goodbye my sweetheart, Hello Vietnam.

Anti-war songs

War

War, huh yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, oh hoh, oh
War huh yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, say it again y'all
War, huh good God
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, listen to me

Oh, war, I despise
'Cause it means destruction of innocent lives
War means tears to thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go off to fight and lose their lives

I said
War, huh good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, just say it again
War whoa Lord
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, listen to me
War, it ain't nothin' but a heartbreak
War, friend only to the undertaker

Oh war, is an enemy to all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind
War has caused unrest within the younger generation
Induction, then destruction who wants to die

War, good God, y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, say it, say it, say it
War, uh huh, yeah, huh
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, listen to me
War, it ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker
War, it's got one friend that's the undertaker

Oh, war has shattered many young man's dreams
Made him disabled bitter and mean
Life is much too short and precious to spend fighting wars these days
War can't give life it can only take it away, ooh

War, huh, good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, say it again
War, whoa, Lord
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, listen to me
War, it ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker
War, friend only to the undertaker

Peace love and understanding tell me
Is there no place for them today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord knows there's got to be a better way

War, huh, good God y'all
What is it good for?
You tell 'em, say it, say it, say it, say it
War, good Lord, huh
What is it good for?
Stand up and shout it, nothing
War, it ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker

Songwriters
Strong, Barrett / Whitfield, Norman J.

Published by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
Walk right in, it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
[RECITATION:]
This song is called "Alice's Restaurant." It's about Alice, and the 
Restaurant, but "Alice's Restaurant" is not the name of the restaurant, 
That's just the name of the song. That's why I call the song "Alice's 
Restaurant."

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago... two years ago, on Thanksgiving, 
When my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant.

But Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the 
Restaurant, in the bell tower with her husband Ray and Facha, the dog.

And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs 
Where the pews used to be, and havin' all that room (seein' as how they took 
Out all the pews), they decided that they didn't have to take out their 
Garbage for a long time.

We got up here and found all the garbage in there and we decided that it'd 
Be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump.

So we took the half-a-ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW 
Microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction, and headed 
On toward the city dump. Well, we got there and there was a big sign and a 
Chain across the dump sayin', "This dump is closed on Thanksgiving," and 
We'd never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in 
Our eyes, we drove off into the sunset lookin' for another place to put the 
Garbage.

We didn't find one till we came to a side road, and off the side of the side 
Road was another fifteen-foot cliff, and at the bottom of the cliff was 
Another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile was better than 
Two little piles, and rather than bring that one up, we decided to throw 
Ours down. That's what we did.

Drove back to the church, had a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, 
Went to sleep, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we got a phone 
Call from Officer Obie. He said, "Kid, we found your name on a envelope at 
The bottom of a half a ton of garbage and I just wanted to know if you had 
Any information about it."

And I said, "Yes sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie. I put that envelope 
Under that garbage." After speakin' to Obie for about forty-five minutes on 
The telephone, we finally arrived at the truth of the matter and he said 
That we had to go down and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and 
Speak to him at the Police Officer Station. So we got in the red VW microbus 
With the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on 
Toward the Police Officer Station.

Now, friends, there was only one of two things that Obie could've done at 
The Police Officer Station, and the first was that he could've given us a 
Medal for bein' so brave and honest on the telephone (which wasn't very 
Likely, and we didn't expect it), and the other thing was that he could've 
Bawled us out and told us never to be seen drivin' garbage around in the 
Vicinity again, which is what we expected.

But when we got to the Police Officer Station, there was a third possibility 
That we hadn't even counted upon, and we was both immediately arrested, 
Handcuffed, and I said, "Obie, I can't pick up the garbage with these here 
Handcuffs on." He said: "Shut up kid, and get in the back of the patrol 
Car."

And that's what we did . . . sat in the back of the patrol car, and drove to 
The quote scene of the crime unquote.

I want to tell you 'bout the town of Stockbridge, Massachusetts, where this is 
Happenin'. They got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police 
Car, but when we got to the scene of the crime, there was five police 
Officers and three police cars, bein' the biggest crime of the last fifty 
Years and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story about it.

And they was usin' up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hangin' 
Around the Police Officer Station. They was takin' plaster tire tracks, 
Footprints, dog-smellin' prints and they took twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored 
Glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of 
Each one explainin' what each one was, to be used as evidence against us. 
Took pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northwest corner, the 
Southwest corner . . .
And that's not to mention the aerial photography!

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was gonna put us in 
A cell.

He said: "Kid, I'm gonna put you in a cell. I want your wallet and your 
Belt."
I said, "Obie, I can understand your wantin' my wallet, so I don't have any 
Money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?" and he said, 
"Kid, we don't want any hangin's." I said, "Obie, did you think I was gonna 
Hang myself for litterin'?"

Obie said he was makin' sure, and, friends, Obie was, 'cause he took out the 
Toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took 
Out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars, roll the toilet paper out 
The window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure.

It was about four or five hours later that Alice--(remember Alice? There's a 
Song about Alice.)--Alice came by and, with a few nasty words to Obie on the 
Side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the church, had another 
Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't get up until the next 
Morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came 
In with the twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy pictures with the circles and 
Arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down.

Man came in, said, "All rise!" We all stood up, and Obie stood up with the 
Twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy pictures, and the judge walked in, sat 
Down, with a seein' eye dog and he sat down. We sat down.

Obie looked at the seein' eye dog . . . then at the twenty-seven 8 x 10 
Colored glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the 
Back of each one . . . and looked at the seein' eye dog . . . and then at 
The twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy pictures with the circles and arrows 
And a paragraph on the back of each on and began to cry.

Because Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American 
Blind justice, and there wasn't nothin' he could do about it, and the judge 
Wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored glossy pictures with 
The circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explainin' 
What each one was, to be used as evidence against us.

And we was fined fifty dollars and had to pick up the garbage... in the 
Snow.

But that's not what I'm here to tell you about.
I'm here to talk about the draft.
They got a buildin' down in New York City called Whitehall Street, where you 
Walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected and 
Selected!

I went down and got my physical examination one day, and I walked in, sat 
Down (got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when 
I went in that morning, 'cause I wanted to look like the All-American Kid 
From New York City. I wanted to feel like . . . I wanted to be the 
All-American Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, 
Brung down, hung up and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things.

And I walked in, I sat down, they gave me a piece of paper that said: "Kid, 
See the psychiatrist in room 604."

I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I want to kill! I want to see 
Blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth! Eat dead, burnt bodies! I 
Mean: Kill. Kill!"

And I started jumpin' up and down, yellin' "KILL! KILL!" and he started 
Jumpin' up and down with me, and we was both jumpin' up and down, yellin', 
"KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!" and the sergeant came over, pinned a medal on me, 
Sent me down the hall, said "You're our boy". Didn't feel too good about it.

Proceeded down the hall, gettin' more injections, inspections, detections, 
Neglections, and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me at the thing 
There, and I was there for two hours... three hours... four hours... I was 
There for a long time goin' through all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things, 
And I was just havin' a tough time there, and they was inspectin', 
Injectin', every single part of me, and they was leavin' no part untouched!

Proceeded through, and I finally came to see the very last man. I walked in, 
Sat down, after a whole big thing there. I walked up, and I said, "What do 
You want?" He said, "Kid, we only got one question: Have you ever been 
Arrested?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of Alice's Restaurant Massacree with 
Full orchestration and five-part harmony and stuff like that, and other 
Phenomenon.

He stopped me right there and said, "Kid, have you ever been to court?" And 
I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy 
Pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one 
. . .

He stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want you to go over and sit down 
On that bench that says 'Group W'."

And I walked over to the bench there, and there's... Group W is where they 
Put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after committin' 
Your special crime.

There was all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly-lookin' people on the bench there . 
. . there was mother-rapers . . . father-stabbers . . . father-rapers! 
FATHER-RAPERS sittin' right there on the bench next to me! And they was mean 
And nasty and ugly and horrible and crime fightin' guys were sittin' there 
On the bench, and the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one . . . the meanest 
Father-raper of them all . . . was comin' over to me, and he was mean and 
Ugly and nasty and horrible and all kinds of things, and he sat down next to 
Me. He said, "Kid, what'd you get?"

I said, "I didn't get nothin'. I had to pay fifty dollars and pick up the 
Garbage."

He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?" and I said, "Litterin'"' . . . . 
And they all moved away from me on the bench there, with the hairy eyeball 
And all kinds of mean, nasty things, till I said, "And creatin' a nuisance . 
. . " And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the 
Bench talkin' about crime, mother-stabbin', father-rapin', . . . all kinds 
Of groovy things that we was talkin' about on the bench, and everything was 
Fine.

We was smokin' cigarettes and all kinds of things, until the sergeant came 
Over, had some paper in his hand, held it up and said: 
"KIDSTHISPIECEOFPAPERSGOTFOURTYSVENPAGESTHIRTYSEVENSENTENCESFIFTYEIGHTWORDSWEWANTTOKNOWTHEDETAILSOFTHECRIMETHETIMEOFTHECRIMEANDANYOTHERKINDOFTHINGYOUGOTTOSAYPERTAININGTOANDABOUTTHECRIMEWEWANTTOKNOWTHEARRESTINGOFFICERSNAMEANDANYOTHERTHINGYOUGOTTOSAY
. . ."

And he talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he 
Said.

But we had fun fillin' out the forms and playin' with the pencils on the 
Bench there.

I filled out the Massacree with the four-part harmony. Wrote it down there 
Just like it was and everything was fine. And I put down my pencil, and I 
Turned over the piece of paper, and there . . . on the other side . . . in 
The middle of the other side . . . away from everything else on the other 
Side . . . in parentheses . . . capital letters . . . quotated . . . read 
The following words: "Kid, have you rehabilitated yourself?"

I went over to the sergeant. Said, "Sergeant, you got a lot of god-damned 
Gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself! I mean . . . I mean . . . I 
Mean that you send . . . I'm sittin' here on the bench . . . I mean I'm 
Sittin' here on the Group W bench, 'cause you want to know if I'm moral 
Enough to join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a 
Litterbug."

He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind! We're gonna send 
Your fingerprints off to Washington"!

And, friends, somewhere in Washington, enshrined in some little folder, is a 
Study in black and white of my fingerprints.

And the only reason I'm singin' you the song now is 'cause you may know 
Somebody in a similar situation.

Or you may be in a similar situation, and if you're in a situation like 
That, there's only one thing you can do:

Walk into the shrink wherever you are, just walk in, say, "Shrink, . . . you 
Can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant", and walk out.

You know, if one person, just one person, does it, they may think he's 
Really sick and they won't take him.

And if two people do it, in harmony, they may think they're both faggots and 
They won't take either of them.

And if three people do it! Can you imagine three people walkin' in, singin' 
A bar of "Alice's Restaurant" and walkin' out? They may think it's an 
Organization!

And can you imagine fifty people a day? I said FIFTY people a day . . . 
Walkin' in, singin' a bar of "Alice's Restaurant" and walkin' out? Friends, 
They may think it's a MOVEMENT, and that's what it is: THE ALICE'S 
RESTAURANT ANTI-MASSACREE MOVEMENT! . . . and all you gotta do to join is to 
Sing it the next time it comes around on the guitar.

With feelin'.
[CHORUS]
FORTUNE SON
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ooo, they're red, white and blue 
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no

Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, y'all
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no

Yeah, yeah
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!", y'all

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, one
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, one
Songwriters: JOHN C. FOGERTY
Fortunate Son lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC GROUP, INC
FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH
There's something happening here 
What it is ain't exactly clear 
There's a man with a gun over there 
Telling me I got to beware 

I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound 
Everybody look what's going down 

There's battle lines being drawn 
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong 
Young people speaking their minds 
Getting so much resistance from behind 

It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound 
Everybody look what's going down 

What a field-day for the heat 
A thousand people in the street 
Singin"singing songs and carrying signs 
Mostly say, hooray for our side 

It's s time we stop, hey, what's that sound 
Everybody look what's going down 

Paranoia strikes deep 
Into your life it will creep 
It starts when you're always afraid 
You step out of line, the man comes and takes you away 

We better stop, hey, what's that sound 
Everybody look what's going down 
Stop, hey, what's that sound 
Everybody look what's going down 
Stop, now, what's that sound 
Everybody look what's going down 
Stop, children, what's that sound 
Everybody look what's going down
Songwriters: STILLS, STEPHEN
For What It's Worth lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
The Unknown Soldier
Wait until the war is over 
And we're both a little older 
The unknown soldier 
Breakfast where the news is read 
Television children fed 
Unborn living, living, dead 
Bullet strikes the helmet's head 
And it's all over 
For the unknown soldier 
It's all over 
For the unknown soldier 
Hut 
Hut 
Hut ho hee up 
Hut 
Hut 
Hut ho hee up 
Hut 
Hut 
Hut ho hee up 
Comp'nee 
Halt 
Preeee-zent! 
Arms! 
Make a grave for the unknown soldier 
Nestled in your hollow shoulder 
The unknown soldier 
Breakfast where the news is read 
Television children fed 
Bullet strikes the helmet's head 
And, it's all over 
The war is over 
It's all over 
The war is over 
Well, all over, baby 
All over, baby 
Oh, over, yeah 
All over, baby 
Wooooo, hah-hah 
All over 
All over, baby 
Oh, woa-yeah 
All over 
All over 
Heeeeyyyy
I SHOULD BE PROUD
I was under the dryer when the telegram came:
"Private John C. Miller was shot down in Vietnam"
Through my tears I read: "No more information at this time
He's missin' in action somewhere on the Delta Line"

And they say that I should be proud; he was fightin' for me
They say that I should be proud, those too blind to see
But he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny didn't have to fight for me
He was fightin' for the evils of society

Now I prayed night & day that my Johnny wouldn't die
Love, faith & hope was all that kept me alive
Then 6 weeks later came that cold & heartless letter:
"Private Johnny was killed in action, number 54327"

And they say that I should be proud; he was keepin' me free
They say that I should be proud, those too blind to see
But he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny didn't have to die for me
He was fightin' for the evils of society

They shipped him home with medals of honor & glory
Even our local paper ran a front-page story

But the whole time gave him praisin' & said how honored I should be
But I don't want no superstar, just the good man they took from me

And they tell me I should be proud; he was fightin' for me
They say that I should be proud, those too blind to see
But he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny didn't have to die for me
He's a victim of the evils of society
I should be proud of my Johnny
They tell me that I should be proud; they just don't want Johnny for me
They tell me that I should be proud of my Johnny..
THE COST OF FREEDOM
Daylight again, following me to bed

I think about a hundred years ago, how my fathers bled
I think I see a valley, covered with bones in blue
All the brave soldiers that cannot get older been askin' after
You
Hear the past a callin', from Ar- -megeddon's side
When everyone's talkin' and noone is listenin', how can we
Decide?

(Do we) find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground

Mother earth will swallow you, lay your body down
Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground
Mother earth will swallow you, lay your body down
(Find the cost of freedom buried in the ground)
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"Revolution"

You say you want a revolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
You tell me that it's evolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world

But when you talk about destruction
Don't you know that you can count me out

Don't you know it's gonna be alright
Alright, alright

You say you got a real solution
Well, you know
We'd all love to see the plan
You ask me for a contribution
Well, you know
We're all doing what we can

But if you want money for people with minds that hate
All I can tell you is brother you have to wait

Don't you know it's gonna be alright
Alright, alright, al...

You say you'll change the constitution
Well, you know
We all want to change your head
You tell me it's the institution
Well, you know
You'd better free your mind instead

But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao
You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow

Don't you know know it's gonna be alright
Alright, alright

Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright
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​The photo was taken by Doug Mills, a colleague of mine at The New York Times. Just wrote to him to see if he’ll describe how he managed to capture it.
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