POLITICAL TURMOIL, 1971
R. A. Schultz
I am now on my third reading of Will since its publication in 1980. Will is the autobiography of one of my favorite characters in recent political history, G. Gordon Liddy, a personality with whom I can largely identify over these many years. Though I can’t even begin to think of him as a role model, many of his and my attitudes have often intersected.
My first reading of the book, in my late thirties, left me with the distinct impression that Liddy, fourteen years my senior, is most certainly a nut. The second reading, some twenty years later, tempered that judgment somewhat, and the current reading has convinced me that, in truth over the years, I am myself something of a nut!
But the point I want to share right now has nothing to do with personal psychoanalysis, but rather historical perspective offered by the following quote from Liddy, the date of the subject matter being Saturday, 24 April 1971:
The atmosphere in Washington was tense; just how tense I didn’t realize fully until I got to Justice [Referring to the Department of Justice building]. Half a million demonstrators were in town, the vanguard of an announced huge mob of left-wing types who had vowed to shut down the nation’s capital on the greatest holiday of the Communist world, May Day, 1 May.
My credentials got me through the GSA guards at the side door and, as I started on my way toward Santarelli’s office, I discovered just how sharp the struggle had become with those who had lost the 1968 election and wanted to reverse that result by any means. The corridors of the Justice Department building intersect at acute angles. At those angles, where they could sweep two corridors at once, there were uniformed infantry behind crew-served automatic weapons – belt-fed light machineguns. Any of the mob who managed to overwhelm the GSA guards and enter the building to “shut it down” would be cut to pieces by machinegun fire. Nobody f*cked with [Attorney General] John Mitchell.
MY TAKE: I do remember those days quite well. I had departed Washington’s environs a year earlier, having served as an Officer in the Arlington County Police Department and then awaiting an appointment to the Investigative Staff of the Suffolk County (New York) District Attorney’s Office. I had been pretty much of a political junkie since my junior year in high school and had already become active in conservative politics in the last bastion of conservativism in downstate New York. There had been outbreaks of street violence in several cities around the country, including Washington, and there were serious threats of more to come, commencing with the Watts riots of 1965 and widespread rioting following the 1968 assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr., with sporadic uprisings in between and thereafter.
So here we are in 2017, being harangued incessantly by morons calling themselves ANTIFA, imbeciles calling themselves “The Resistance,” useful idiots still calling themselves “Democrats,” snowflakes threatening revolution, dim-witted street thugs under the banner of “Black Lives Matter,” feminazis dressed up as vaginas, leftist sympathizers wearing pussy-caps, true jihadis beheading secretaries and policemen, and foreign criminals pouring across our borders. Very obviously, the American left has not progressed beyond 1971. Indeed, they’ve likely regressed.
How do we respond? We beat their f*cking asses down by whatever means necessary. This will include an overwhelming military and police response to their efforts to overthrow our government, and will include the deployment of water cannons, deployment of mounted police and military cavalry, use of rubber bullets, use of tear gas, and, on the streets, employment of the good old-fashioned three-foot riot club. If those solutions don’t work, we hit the bastards with live fire until they’re permanently subdued! They asked for it; they got it!!!
