In 1972, at Columbia, when the radicals broke in the doors to Hamilton Hall, and broke into the Dean's office, I was right there. Yeah, I went right inside the building, observing.
I may not have quite fit in with the crowd. I remember a little neighborhood kid, wearing a crash helmet, asked me and my friend if we were narcs.
And I met a few of the people involved with the 1969 takeover at Cornell. I met them a bit afterwards, that summer.
The 1968 Democratic Convention riots were in my hometown. I skipped observing them because the police were busy smashing the heads of rioters and observers alike. They were nondiscriminatory that way. Still, I did talk to some of the protestors afterwards.
Which brings me to Bill Ayers:
I do not keep him in my prayers.
No, I've never met him.
But I think it's too bad that the Feds failed to get him.