The End of the Underground
Being on the lam today would suck, but I’m not going anywhere
From the Weather Underground to a Senior Assisted Living Facility
You’re never too old to be a fugitive from yourself
In January of 1969, the Yippies, a.k.a. The Youth International Party, called for an “Inhoguration” in Washington, DC, to protest Richard Nixon’s victory at the polls. In those days, cops were “pigs” and politicians were “hogs.” This Yippie Inhoguration was meant to be a reverse inauguration: Unseat King Richard from the throne. Today the posters for that event sell for $298. They’re a reminder of a time when Yippies, Zippies, Weathermen, feminists, and Black Panthers “let it all hang out” — to borrow the parlance of that time. Suffice it to say that being on the lam back then was far less arduous than it is today. There was an element of mischief and naughtiness to the game of playing hide-and-seek with the cops, even when the guns and bombs were real. Today, there’s nowhere to hide for anyone, not presidents, not corporate cats, and not mass murdering dictators like Syria’s Bashar al-Assad, who has so far found sanctuary in Russia. Trump was lucky to escape two attempts on his …
