Bob Feldman 68

Around the time I was still being radicalized in relationship to U.S. policy in Viet Nam, I attended my first off-campus anti-war rally. I...

I discovered a bookstore on West 114th St. and Broadway. It was owned and operated by this tall, quiet, solitary white man in his late ‘50s ...

Mel had black hair and was of medium height. He was in his mid-to-late 20s. He seemed to know Vietnamese history and the history of U.S. mil...

After Freshman Week ended, the rest of the student body returned to the campus for the fall term. I had to move out of my Freshman Week dor...

During Freshman Week, there was a big meeting in the Low Library administration building rotunda, where a professor told us that we were a “...

The Columbia scene in September 1965 had little connection to the people I had known at Flushing High School. Columbia was a college-level, ...

We sat on the floor of Fayerweather Lounge, our arms linked, singing a freedom song defiantly. We heard our barricade of chairs and desks be...