Sounds like you were in the streets of Berkely during the People's Park riots as I was. :-)

Indeed I was. On Telegraph. For the days before and the days after....

Credit where credit is due.

"Trouble Every Day"
---Frank Zappa

Speaking as someone who has been in Berkeley when the army showed up; someone who's been shot at, chased through the streets, and then gassed from helicopters, everybody out and about in Berkeley might want to just shut up, go home, sit down and chill out.

Was this before or after Wheeler Hall was torched, and did your group help with the torching? Before or after the sedition of the Weather Underground and the SDS? Before or after Bill Ayers and Bernardine Dohrn bombed The Pentagon? In other words, before or after your brothers and sisters in spirit were exposed as the domestic terrorists they were then and remain today? This, THIS, coming from a coward who vents his venom almost daily on what he sees as pathetic perverts whose only crime is being born cursed with his damnable God's ironic sense of sadistic vengeance.

I wasn't with a group, Dagny. I never did groups. You, however, might want to regroup. As for the before or after, you can assemble the dates by diligently applying The Google.

In the meantime, let's take another look at what I learned from the experience: "everybody out and about in Berkeley might want to just shut up, go home, sit down and chill out."

Learning from experience. You know, what everyone with an intelligence above room temp is expected to do.

Zappa the rappa. Him and James Brown ahead of their time.
The troubles, they been with us since man started walking upright, or since getting kicked out, Garden of Eden.
Past revolutions were somewhat romantic. At least seemed so in retrospect.
I don't see how weekend warriors and FEMA camps will ever be glamorized.

A sharp man he was.

@Gerard

exactly...it was all fun & games at Sproul until shit got real and I had to call dad for bail.

Lesson learned.

The DC-area disturbances were ugly enough for me. Tear gas, pepper gas -- clinging to our clothes so friends couldn't come near us, and "we" weren't even participating.

Today's wannabe hippie/activists don't realize how PC'd the cops and guardsmen have become.

Of course, even the street theater in the 60's was nothing compared to what our HS classmates were enduring in the real war 12,000 miles away.

Don: it was ugly all over. I was in the military and I saw some things, did some things for flag and country.
Got gassed, stomped, come at by dogs; working undercover is gritty, it steals part of a man's soul.

"Today's wannabe hippie/activists don't realize ..."

http://dpjk.blogspot.com/2014/07/aint-half-man-they-momma-was.html

I was there as well and something inside me burned out. My uncle Letsgo, he and I talked about this stuff; he had been from Anzio to the Rhine.
He said in his Bela Lugosi accent, I wish I could properly convey it:
"dere are tings in life vorse den ... death."

This it it. And when the rioters win then what do you get? Why you get a good, hard reaction - and death - and those who are too eager for a confrontation - and everything spirals away into the hands of those who say they may bring quiet (not peace - they may say that but it will not be peace) and all of the pawns move back to their original places. And none of the pawns stand up and rip off the mask and say "If you want this, Al, then you come down here and you do this. I'm going home; I got a boy that needs a father."

And then a man tells his son what it means to be a man.