Fifty years ago yesterday, February 21, 1965, we went to New
York City. It was only about 60 miles
away from our base. We read a mass order
from the Fleet Commander that there would be an anti-Vietnam War protest of Arm
Services people in their uniforms at
Union Square in New York City, and under
no circumstances active servicemen to
attend . Anybody in uniform would be
arrested by Military Police.
We went, but didn't wear our uniforms. We
wanted to take pictures.
We found Union Square but there was no protest going on.
Maybe we were early, maybe we were late, or maybe the location was
changed at the last minute.
Just killing time, we rode around looking at the big
city. We rode up 5th Avenue and passed
the Guggenheim Museum on the right, and up a few blocks the Metropolitan Museum
on the left and Central Park. Then several more blocks and Central Park on
the left ended.
Seeing the pedestrians we realize we were in Harlem.
WHAM!
Somebody hit my Volvo
with some kind rock or brick. Some
people shouted at us.
We got the heck out of there.
Later, on the news we learned that Malcom X had been assassinated
in New York City. Maybe the reason we were hollered at was
because I had Georgia License Plate on
the car.
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