When the Old World Unraveled

Before 1968, we felt confident in everything. Afterwards, we knew everything had to change.

Illustrations by Emily Haasch

In 1968, I was twenty-four, a postgraduate, a university teacher, and an activist in the US New Left. My background was catholic and working class. I had entered the convent when I graduated from high school in 1962. The world as I saw it in my 1950s childhood was the best of all possible worlds. […]

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