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I attended the UW from Spring of 1970 to summer of 1977 -- my profs used to joke that they had to either graduate me or give me tenure. The reason for this long period was 1) I got two degrees; 2) I worked my way through; and 3) I worked my way through earning $150 a month before taxes most of the time (being student body president raised my income to $400 a month before taxes, the cost of a TA stipend at that time, so for one year I was rich). My tuition was something over $100 a quarter, and I worked fulltime summers, except the ASUW summer. I was required to take a certain number of credits every quarter, but incompletes didn't count against either gradepoint or standing in those days. These were the kinds of images on the evening news in those days (the American soldiers who did that were also shown. The US has learned to avoid letting tv crews show such pictures now.):At the time, the Experimental College and Lecture Notes brought the cash flow of the ASUW to over $1 million a year, which wasn't bad. Bill Gates was Kristi Gates' little brother, who re-programmed the Experimental College system for cheap because he wasn't working at the time, or that's what I was told (I was next door, in the Women's Commission, so located for prime, if not reliable, gossip). I started just a few weeks before Kent State, and the campus went out on strike for the rest of the quarter. The day after Kent State, about 17,000 people gathered outside the HUB in protest. By Jackson State, a lot of faculty as well as students had just had it with the military invasion of universities and were themselves protesting. I remember going into my Victorian Literature class to find my professor in tears, saying he was calling off class -- something he'd never done. "Those could have been my students," he said.I ended up volunteering with Radio Free Seattle and then, by chance, got offered a "job" writing news for the UW Daily. They needed reporters because I think it was 7 of their regular reporters quit in protest when the Daily changed over to being a radical arm of the Spring Strike. What remained were a lot of politically enthusiastic people, but not many actual experienced reporters, even by college standards. I covered events such as New Games and Competitions, which also was notable for making most of the staff too drunk to file their stories (not me; I was boring), the Free Childcare Center (in what had been the Physics portable, ironically) and other such stories. Occasionally, when nothing else offered, I went to class. That pretty much marked my entire existence at the UW.At every protest I ever saw, there were young men burning their draft cards. Occasionally someone would also burn a flag, but that was really unusual. The ROTC building was bombed in the early 70s; since it was right next door to the Journalism building where we worked on the Daily, we got front seat views to it the next day. Bomb threats were not common on campus (nor were bombs). However, there was a series of Safeway bomb threats in the middle '70s. I was in a Safeway during one, and as you'll no doubt be unsurprised to hear, there was no screaming or panicky running. Everyone put down their packages, grumbling, and filed out. Earlier in the decade, FBI agents had convinced a couple of very young leftists to blow up the University post office (on the Ave). It took years before it became clear that those kind of activities usually had been encouraged by the federal government, who had the idea and procured the materials. That kind of information made a lot of us from that era extremely cynical about "Homeland Security" claims.By the fall of 1970, the Spring Strike was pretty much over. What was big at the UW for the next few years were progressive movements of all sorts, but especially race rights and women's liberation. Gay rights were making an appearance, but took a little time to overcome the fear which occupied most gay men's experiences. Lesbian rights, on the other hand, took a great leap with women's liberation and were in the forefront. Campus Women's Liberation flourished; this led to internal politics and the expulsion of Socialist Workers Party members, including Stephanie Coontz, from the organization because at the national conference on women's rights to their own bodies, the SWP and affiliates' party line was that lesbian and gay rights were not revolutionary and the members from CWL which belonged to the SWP voted against including lesbian rights among the demands -- counter to what the rest of us had voted to support. I mention this because this kind of internal politics were extremely involved in most activities among the political left. the University resisted everything having to do with women's liberation, from letting women athletes have the same access to practice areas as men to hiring women for "men students" jobs, like shelving books in the library. The Women's Commission filed complaint after complaint with HEW, the Federal Department responsible for most anti-discrimination against women regulations, called press conferences on the most egregious practices, and made presentations to the Board of Regents; and moving just slightly more slowly than a tectonic plate, the UW grudgingly changed. It changed in other ways too -- it added bicycle racks here and there, for example, a major campus innovation.At the same time, the Young Republicans staffed a table for Nixon outside the HUB. Anyone running for ASUW or otherwise publicizing activities used poster boards with picket sticks hammered into the ground, the fanciest silkscreened but the rest printed on with basic movable type. I don't know if they still do; that system was the best I ever saw for publicizing and emphasizing community.People all over campus passed out leaflets and brochures, offered petitions to sign, and occasionally attempted to sign up voters. Most voter recruitment took place near the UW Bookstore on University, however. Teargas was common in the spring for years; I remember trying to explain to a friend about an experience near a freeway and starting, "Well, you know how tear gas smells?" I was shocked to find out she didn't. Whether you were protesting or not, anyone near certain parts of campus and the U District couldn't help smelling tear gas occasionally. This is the picture of the front of the HUB on May 5, 1970. (The HUB is to the left. The picture is from the Tyee of that year, so there's content included besides the picture.)In I think 1971, perhaps 1972, an acquaintance of mine and close friend to some other students, a Vietnamese student, tried to hijack a plane to North Vietnam and was killed. He'd been afraid that because of his political activism he would be murdered when he was sent home. There were suicides in the Residence Halls, and one student was killed in a lab accident in a science building near Drummond Fountain -- forget the name. I'll never forget how a body burned to death smells, though.Student government was an active part of antiwar protest and also tried to stop tuition from being raised. We pretty much ran a failing battle on both, though the tuition resistance was a bit more successful after one spring when we publicized how much undergraduates were neglected at the UW. Since the person who laid out the front page had a daughter at the UW, the person writing the story had graduated from the UW, and the person providing the information (me) was attending the UW, it got front page headlines and was on the AP wire, which before internet was pretty impressive. If we'd lived on the East Coast it would have been major news -- but Seattle then was mostly focused on Boeing, and wasn't important.In I think 1974, all seven Chicano (Latino/Mexican) faculty members quit in protest because of discrimination against Mexican-Americans. They managed to get several concessions, but that will pretty much illustrate precisely how ethnically not mixed a major West Coast University was just 40 years ago. It's still imperfect, but it took that kind of sacrifice to get anywhere.People who viewed student office as a resume boost and people who viewed student office as a "bully pulpit" pretty much bounced back and forth by turns. Then, as I suspect now, there were radicals and progressives and liberals and conservatives, and each group complained that there were far too many of the other. We also viewed ourselves as inventing activism, even though there were a lot of older people we admired; this too is much like the present.The power of a fairly visionary group of students, who united on thinking students should be involved in decisions even though their politics were really different, enabled a real student voice to occasionally make a difference -- hence stopping a tuition increase one year, money to improving the quality of undergraduate teaching passed by the legislature, and involvement of students in campus policy.The people I went to school with then are judges and lawyers and representatives to Congress now. Two of them at least have won Pulitzer Prizes (Egan and Horsey).The Regents were famous for voting unanimously on every topic, which wasn't very good for students or anything left of Attila the Hun. That changed, though; the two Regents who made the most difference that I recall were Jim Ellis, who should also be admired for being the brain and action behind Freeway Park downtown, and Mary Gates, whom I was sad to see died too soon of cancer but who has a building named after her, presumably through the efforts of her now-more-respectable younger child Bill.It was a time where everyone read, everyone wrote, and everyone had an opinion. Seattle as a whole was like that then -- may be still. By the very late '70s, the newspapers were writing about the "me" generation, those supposedly after the Boomers active against the war, who only cared about themselves. I still think of those who came of age in the late '70s till the mid '80s as the "me" generation. That sobriquet lasted till someone whining about not getting a good position in Reagan's White House re-popularized the term "Generation X," redefining baby boomers as all the inconsiderate people who were older than they and had better jobs they refused to leave. (Generations X,Y, Z and the Others...Social Librarian Newsletter offers a target-market perspective on these cohorts. Another essayist argues that the point of difference came with Newsweek's article on that new Reagan-era phenomenon, the Yuppie, who were materialistic, well-off and not at all socially conscious. “Ready, Set, Stutter, Consume: Newsweek Magazine and the Myth of Style.” )I hope that gives you a sense of the vibrancy of the time. I remained an academic a lot of my life, at various campuses, but I think the 70s -- and the '60s, before my time -- were unique in the life-or-death feelings. After all, our classmates really could die, and did, for reasons over which we had no say. (1972 was the first year in which 18-year-olds voted for a Presidential candidate. Before that, they might lose their lives, or their boyfriend's or husband's life, but they couldn't vote.)