Some of them gave me first names. Some gave me phony names. But a lot of them were quick to give the geography of their origin. They came from Westchester, New York, Grosse Point outside of Detroit, Oak Park, Chicago - places where a lot of people can't afford to live unless their daddies are rich. One young woman, maybe 18 to 21, told me she came from Tiburon, outside San Francisco.
Some millionaires draw the line at the cost of real estate there.
One look at their sneakers, their clothes and their watches told immediately they weren't living on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Caches of aggressive material have been discovered everywhere these nasty, rich punks gather. In Los Angeles, in a police raid on an unused factory where some of the demonstrators were found, fireworks were discovered - as in gunpowder. And that could have been disastrous. Throughout the late '60s and early '70s, I covered the great unwashed from Columbia University to DuPont Circle in Washington, to the Republican Convention in Miami, where Nixon still got elected.