Jack wrote this in March, 2006:
In 1970, the University of Texas was squared off against itself. The frats, the student government, the sororities, the administration, the ROTC department, and the cops on the one side, and us on the other.
The Vets against the Vietnam War, the Wobblies (IWW), the Panthers, the Young Socialistist Alliance (Trotskyite), the RYM2 (Revolutionary Youth Movement faction of the Students for a Democratic Society), Weathermen (the other, more interesting side of the SDS), and hundreds of other splinter groups were taking a fair beating, though we had the numbers.
I was in the middle of all that, writing for the alternative newspaper, the RAG, and trying to get an education dovetailed with sex, drugs and Rock and Roll with helping organize an occasional riot, march or rally thrown in for good measure.
That’s when we invented the Yin Yang Conspiracy. An ad hoc political party. We ran a longhair named Jeff Jones for student body president, and we threw the bastards out, lock stock and fraternity pin. Lordee we thought we’d done something fierce, beating the system that way. Hot diggedy damn.
Anyway, this blog entry is in memory of that microscopic triumph among people who had in common only that they opposed the War.
The Yin Yang Conspiracy. A tiny piece of winning the Vietnam War by bringing the troops home. Winning the easy way. Coming out in the open, looking those cops, those stay-at-home flag-waving patriots in the eye through their riot masks, and saying, “Enough is enough!”
We learned a lot. Surveillance, provocateurs, intimidations probably weren’t so pervasive in those days. No yes-man Congress had passed a Patriot Act, so we still had some rights and protections under the US Constitution. It would be a tougher gig today.
But, if that was now we’d be doing it again. We’d be working in both, subtle and overt ways to bring those boys home.
Trying to get them out of there before too many more get all shot up and crippled up and be completely forgotten by the patriots who are waving flags back home.
Jack