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Half a century ago, the grandparents of today’s protesters were protesting. It was the glorious ’60s. Jane Fonda and Peter, Paul and Mary egged the protesters on as did John Kerry, fresh from the fields of Vietnam. On late night TV, Kerry told host Dick Cavett how murderous our troops in Vietnam had been during his tour there. The future presidential candidate and secretary of state was as viciously anti-war as any of the college kids who were blocking access on college campuses and pledging allegiance to our enemy’s leader, Ho Chi Minh.

There wasn’t just one summer of love during the ’60s. There were at least three: ’67, ’68, and ’69. The New Morality (which was simply the old immorality) was afoot. The Sexual Revolution was moving in. Universities were just beginning to lose their footing as places of learning, inquiry and respectful dissent. Much like George Orwell’s animals that were running the farm, students across the country were stating their demands and college presidents were caving.

Guess what the demands were. Better cafeteria food? No. Shorter classes? No. Changing the curriculum? Yes, because “Western Civilization 101 was all about old, white, European men.” More student activities? No. Acknowledgement of racism? Yes.

Forget that the Civil Rights Act had been made law in 1964, that segregation was coming to an end, and that Martin Luther King was successfully awakening the nation’s conscience to racial inequality. According to student protesters, America was still a sordid place. Sound familiar?

In 1967 San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury district was the epicenter of student protest. Over 100,000 students gathered there to the strains of “If you’re going to San Francisco / be sure to wear flowers in your hair.” Thus, the Flower Children or hippies whose level of idealism was matched only by the loudness of their scruffy dress, much hair, and bloodshot eyes.

1968 would bring a more subdued summer. Martin Luther King had been assassinated in April. We at all-black George Washington Carver Jr. High School in Meridian, Mississippi, were numb the rest of the school year. Excellent leadership from our principal and a stellar faculty helped students deal with sorrow and crisis. The beginning of the 1968 summer was marked by the June assassination of Bobby Kennedy. Americans felt nervous.

1969 brought the student protest movement to a feverish pitch, but not with violence like that now faced by America’s major cities. On Aug. 15 half a million people waited on a dairy farm pasture near Bethel, New York, for the three-day “music festival of love and peace” to start. Dubbed the Woodstock Festival, the event initiated the era of “sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll.” The Age of Aquarius was upon us.

Many artists such as Arlo Guthrie, Grateful Dead, and Jimi Hendrix performed. Joan Baez, great with child, sang on the last day. The Beatles chose not to participate. So did Bob Dylan. Some artists questioned the wisdom of doing a concert at a dairy farm.

The centerpiece of the culturally significant Woodstock Festival was freedom of expression. Despite its damaging residue — “free” love and the drug culture — the festival heralded freedom of speech. “To liberal kids weary of restraints and starving for dissent, the festival was heaven,” chortled Rolling Stone magazine.

Compare these “liberal kids” of Woodstock to their grandchildren today. Today’s “liberal kids” aren’t at all “into” free speech. They are demanding limited speech, speech that agrees with their own. We’re talking about kids at colleges and universities, not those who entered manual labor lines of work. How interesting that out of our places of higher learning has come a generation of youth that no longer believes in freedom of speech, but in shaming and shushing all who disagree with them, whether on Black Lives Matter, homosexuality or Donald Trump. How interesting that “deplorable kids” like electricians, plumbers, farmers, firefighters, cops, carpenters and small business owners are still the ones who keep the world turning, including the university campus.

Yet, the “deplorable kids” — those icky Goya bean lovers — are called racists, homophobes and xenophobes, all because they dare to dissent from corporate and higher education orthodoxy. Gramps and Grandma have a lot of teaching to do to get those grandkids back into the freedom of expression spirit of the ’60s. Today in the academic and corporate world there is no text, only interpretation; no truth, only subjective feelings. And no room for dissent.

“Democracy dies in darkness,” the Washington Post slogan proclaims. If the Post believes that, they have a task before them: Persuade colleges and universities that their historic mission of free inquiry is being subordinated by sensitive, young Turks at the gate who insist that we all think as they think.

How anti-intellectual is that?

On October 23, TFP Student Action members visited the University of Louisville to encourage students to defend true marriage. To the characteristic sounds of the bagpipes, TFP volunteers chanted slogans, distributed leaflets and held signs asking drivers to honk in support of natural marriage.

Everything happened as usual. Some students warmly received the TFP flyer, while others refused. Some accepted it just to rip it up. The majority of cars that drove by reacted with friendly honking.

Unusual Tolerance

However, about 45 minutes into the peaceful demonstration, several students, representing the homosexual movement on campus, began to react. First, a male student attempting to look like a woman approached, walking his dog, and wearing a shirt with the word "pride" printed on it in rainbow colors. He attempted to block one of the TFP volunteers' signs with his body and became the day's first example of pro-homosexual hypocrisy: preach tolerance, but never practice it.

Slowly, other students dressed in a similar way began to arrive, usually telegraphing their presence with curse words against TFP volunteers, or by displaying their middle fingers. One male student rudely blocked Cesar Franco's pro-family sign with a rainbow flag.

"So you preach tolerance," said Cesar, "yet refuse to tolerate my opinion?"
Rainbow student: Silence.

Cesar raised his sign above his head where the pro-homosexual student could not cover it. The student then attempted to rip the sign out of his hands. After failing to do so, TFP volunteer John Miller politely demanded the student answer whether the TFP volunteers had the right to express their own opinions, even if it differed from his own.
TFP member: "You're not willing to let us speak our minds?"
Student: "No."
Member: "You're not open-minded enough for that?"
Student: "Nope."
Member: "So it's actually a one-way street?"
Student: "Yeah. I'm fine with that."
Member: "So you are a hypocrite?"
Student: "Yeah. I'm fine with that ..."
Member: "You can't even live with a little opposition?"
Student: "Not when the opposition has existed for the past 2,000 years."

"Do You Love God?"

Another pro-homosexual individual arrived with a new sign: "You are loved." However, TFP volunteers were somewhat perplexed when the woman began cursing at them. Loved?
Several in the crowd began screaming, "Love!"

TFP volunteer Damien Murphy replied, "Do you love God?"
None of them answered his question. A woman walked up after a little while and asked, "If I did [love God], what would you say then?"
Damien replied, "Then follow His commandments."
"Oh, that makes sense," she stammered.

Aggressor Plays Victim

With about 35 people, the counter-demonstration of "love" grew more aggressive when a bearded student wearing the same "pride" shirt as many of his colleagues announced his arrival by cursing and blowing smoke in the faces of Cesar Franco and Elias Rubio. He then blew more smoke into the faces of other TFP volunteers, interspersing his antics with more curses and threats against "discrimination."

Discrimination?

When TFP volunteer John Miller asked him where he read or saw discrimination in any of the TFP literature the man could not show him. The man only advanced against TFP volunteer Joseph Jordan and blew smoke in his face.
Here are some of the sound bites from the liberal students:
"You're spreading hate! Get off our campus!"
"I hate you and everything you stand for!"
"Lay that flag on the ground so I can stomp on it!"
"If people like you are going to Heaven, I would rather go to Hell!"
"If God exists, let Him strike me down now!"
The TFP members not only received verbal aggression from the pro-homosexual activists but also moral aggression. One pro-homosexual student attempted to "hug" a TFP volunteer from behind, but was thankfully stopped by a fellow volunteer. Another activist got very close to one of the TFP members, acting in a lewd and indecent way. Yet another acted in a similar manner with a dog that was present.

Clearly a Spiritual Battle

A female student approached a TFP member:
"I hope satan stomps on you," she said while recording the exchange on her iPhone. "Hail satan! Hail satan!" The TFP member calmly replied, "Record this for your friends, the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, is going to crush the head of the devil!" The student became visibly bothered by the response and began to repeat her chant to the devil, to which the TFP member repeated his prayer to the Blessed Virgin Mary.

The police arrived in time to allow TFP Student Action members to end the campaign without further aggression.

May God protect our nation from the homosexual revolution.

Virgin Most Pure, pray for us!

-from Spiritdaily.com