Look how young Phil Ochs is here in 1968. I was 18 that year myself. As a "Quaker youth," I was a big peacenik. HUge. And, yes, I marched on Washington and struck for peace (though how on earth taking over the administration building at Vassar College was meant to help I can't tell you) and had a conscientious objector boyfriend—no women were drafted in those days.
  I have been very disheartened in the half century since. People are still as violent and warlike as they have always been. What good has any of our outrage done? Like Phil Ochs, I ain't a marchin' anymore.