I was completely surprised when I started and couldn’t stop crying at the end of the movie, The Trial of the Chicago 7. That’s a really rare occurrence. A lot of buried trauma there it seems.
As a Quaker, I applied for and was granted Conscientious Objector status, to give me time to figure out when to turn in my draft cards. Although I wrote a lot about struggling with that decision, I don’t think I ever really doubted I would resist the draft. The struggle was trying to get my parents to accept what I was going to do. They were fine with Conscientious Objector status, but not with the prospect of a prison sentence.
I wrote many blog posts about Vietnam and the draft. I kept a Journal during those years.Tears | Quakers, social justice and revolution