robereno
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The year was 1967 and I was at my local police station checking to see if they had found my stolen bike. While I was standing at the counter a hippie walked by the front of the station. The kid fit the bill as a stereotypical long haired, sandal wearing, patched jean hippie. He could be seen from the windows in the office and immediately two of the officers walked over to the windows and started mocking the kid and making jokes.
I think Eldridge Cleaver said that during those days, young white kids were learning what it was like to be black. A couple of years later I was the hippie and I was constantly being pulled over for the lamest of reasons. Stuff like, “It looked like your tires were bald” or “Didn't look like you were driving with your hands on the wheel”. Of course while they were talking to me they'd have their flashlights sweeping the dashboard and floors looking for roaches. Stopped for suspicion of being a hippie.
These days I have a ponytail but being 60, I guess I don't look like much of a threat. Or maybe times have changed. Actually I've discovered that people seem much friendlier when I have long hair.
I also remember the day after the Beatles were on Ed Sullivan. One of my classmates came in with his hair hanging down over his ears. He was sent to the bathroom to “clean up”.
I'm blathering.
I think Eldridge Cleaver said that during those days, young white kids were learning what it was like to be black. A couple of years later I was the hippie and I was constantly being pulled over for the lamest of reasons. Stuff like, “It looked like your tires were bald” or “Didn't look like you were driving with your hands on the wheel”. Of course while they were talking to me they'd have their flashlights sweeping the dashboard and floors looking for roaches. Stopped for suspicion of being a hippie.
These days I have a ponytail but being 60, I guess I don't look like much of a threat. Or maybe times have changed. Actually I've discovered that people seem much friendlier when I have long hair.
I also remember the day after the Beatles were on Ed Sullivan. One of my classmates came in with his hair hanging down over his ears. He was sent to the bathroom to “clean up”.
I'm blathering.