As this week of highlighting “accomplishment” comes to a close, I feel compelled to talk about my participation in student protests against the war in Vietnam. It was a time of passion on college campuses, and a defining moment for our country. Creighton and I had been married less than a year. We were both students at the UW; he was a month away from earning his BA and I was a junior. When the call came out to march, we joined in. We walked side by side past the Burke Museum, west on 45th Street and onto I-5. When faced with a line of SWAT police officers, those of us in the front sat down.

This was one of many marches that occurred across the nation — and it made a difference. The leaders of our country could no longer ignore the rising tide of civil discontent. I still am proud to have been a part of this remarkable, grassroots movement, which remains as proof that when a group of people have a reasonable argument that is ignored by their leaders, they will rise — and change will occur.

Thanks to Al Young — who marched with Creighton and me and is still a dear friend — for giving me the link to these photos: http://www.pophistorydig.com