Last year I read a David Halberstam book called The Children, which followed the lives of the group of Nashville college students who held the original lunch counter sit-ins of the Civil Rights movement. One of the threads that kept resurfacing was how many of their lives fell apart after the movement was over, because nothing ever felt that vital and meaningful for them again. It's interesting to see this counterpoint - a guy who went from all the adrenaline and passion to a rich, fulfilling, and very sedate life afterward, but not because he sold out or abandoned his ideals.
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Date: 2006-12-19 02:42 pm (UTC)Last year I read a David Halberstam book called The Children, which followed the lives of the group of Nashville college students who held the original lunch counter sit-ins of the Civil Rights movement. One of the threads that kept resurfacing was how many of their lives fell apart after the movement was over, because nothing ever felt that vital and meaningful for them again. It's interesting to see this counterpoint - a guy who went from all the adrenaline and passion to a rich, fulfilling, and very sedate life afterward, but not because he sold out or abandoned his ideals.